The Stalker

Happy Halloween everyone! What better way to start this holiday than with a totally fucked up nightmare? Let us begin shall we...

It all starts when I meet an ex I haven't seen for ages. She reminds me a bit of my 12th grade English teacher, Mrs. Fox, but much better looking. Finally finding the correct location after driving in circles, I find the correct house. Carefully looking for parking, so as not to get a ticket-as I'm usually prone to getting-I park and prepare myself. Knocking on the door, I'm greeted with a gorgeous smile and a sense of relief in captivating brown eyes. Coming inside, the house reeks of cat odor and blankets as well as boxes are spread around like a tornado just hit. It is time to move out and I am here to help her.

Unknown to me, she still has feelings for me as we were a former flame and we start to make out. One thing leads to another and we are just on the floor cradling each other. Starting to realize that we have both moved on and gone our separate ways, the packing continues. We start to--all of a sudden someone comes in the house. It is her current boyfriend. Surprised to see me, we begin packing some more. After getting a lot of work done, we head over to my place and relax. All three of us.

Three of us are sleeping in my bed and all of a sudden there's this loud noise outside of my window from what sounds like children. One child yells, "Over here! Hurry!" Apparently there is a bunch of them. It is what seems to be a day camp full of kids right outside my house playing in a large field of grass. Shutting the blinds, we are all awake and start talking to each other. My ex's boyfriend is fixing to leave and tells her, "Come on. We better get going." Protesting as she is quite comfortable in my bed, she replies, "You go on ahead. I'll follow you." Right off the bat, I see a sense of negativity and annoyance in his face. We both know the reason why she wants to stay. She wants to spend more time with me and have him out of the picture. Leaving my apartment passive aggressively, her bf leaves and I can already see this is going to a bad place.

Days go by and the moving is almost done. We bring some more friends to help out and there's her boyfriend, helping out as well. Now, I'm sure you've seen those forensic shows at least once in your life. You know that most crimes start out subtly and then escalate. Well...this escalated to a horrible degree.

The moving is almost done, but there is still a lot more to do. My ex and I look at each other while her bf is aware of it the entire time. Why I didn't just get up and leave then and there, I have no idea why. Hell, I don't even know why I came to help her move in the first place! Her bf gives suggestions about calling it a day, to which she replies, "No Chris, we're going to finish moving. This is MY place remember? So just back off! Nick, can you please help me move this?" I'm helping her when I notice Chris is sitting by himself in the shadows looking down. Something is not right. I feel bad for him yet also know it is probably best not to get involved. He certainly is going to pop...and sure enough he does. Realizing a bit too late that this anger is about to unleash, I rush to my car only to realize I don't have my keys with me. I come back into the house and already Chris has brutally murdered our moving buddies with a knife. Frozen in my tracks, I look around at all the blood and destruction. He has done all this because he knew we still had a spark. Apparently Chris has confiscated my phone, clothes and keys before me getting a chance to retrieve them. Why didn't I leave sooner?!!! Blood is everywhere and my ex, whom we shall call Joan, is panicked. Chris spots me and shouts, "Oh! You're looking for these?!" He throws me my keys and as I run out the door, I feel a zap from my phone. He set up a transmitter to shock me while I run to my car. Can I escape? I don't care, I keep running. Furious that I haven't stopped due to the shocks, he runs to me like a creature of the night attempting to stop me. I start the car and get the fuck out of there.

Poor Joan...I wonder to myself. He better leave his fucking hands off you or so help me! After arriving at my place, I call her and we talk for a while. My voice begins to carry and she warns me to stay away. It is starting to get dark and we are still on the phone. Then, looking out of my window, a huge 80s RCA camcorder is floating by and filming my every word. It's as if Luke Skywalker had used the Force to send this floating camera out of nowhere. I'm freaked out. Joan does not seem to be surprised when I tell her a camcorder is floating out of my window. It seems to be old news to her. Then...like a light switch, I figure it out. Chris has been spying on me and her...Talk about someone with insecurities! Hanging up, the camera floats away to oblivion. I look around and it is nowhere to be seen.

Talking to her again and feeling upset that she is controlled by this antisocial freak, I head to her new apartment. I take her out to lunch while her bf is at work. We're enjoying a good conversation when she notices someone looking at her from the bushes. I ask her, "Is everything alright?" She says, "Yes." ''He's stalking you isn't he?" Nodding her head ever so slightly, we rush out of there and I take her to the new apartment. Thinking that we arrived before him, he's already waiting for her at the front door.

The end?

TatToO rAnDoMnEsS

Here it goes...another one of my random dreams surfaced a few days ago that I thought is worth mentioning...

I'm at this event with a friend of mine; I can't recall if it is a convention or an art show, but I remember a tattoo parlor being there so I figure it will be cool to get a new tat. I've never had a tattoo before and I'm pretty curious to get one. I'm looking at all of the neat demos on the wall and find one of the map of Europe. Impulsive, I rush up to the woman giving the tattoos and tell her I'd love to have the map of Europe around my entire skull. I figure it will be pretty awesome. She gets to work right away and I'm just sitting there telling her about my life story. Hours and hours go by and I'm hearing the sound of non-stop buzzing as she does my skull. When it's finished, I take a glance in the mirror and commend her on how accurate a job she did. She gets the map down to the lines of the equator. I'm really taken a back and then all of a sudden think to myself, How the hell am I going to get or keep a job with this awesome mess?! I don't care, I just go along with it and then leave the place.

The upper part of my skull is covered in blue as you can see areas of land. England right next to my left eye. It is a pretty awesome sight. Not being the kind of guy that craves attention, I ask myself why the hell did I go through with this? Then I just go around the convention with my friend some more and then check out more of the sights. Putting my beanie on and having a full head of hair, I can contain the obviousness of the tat but then realize, Who cares?! The following day, I'm walking to work and I get a shit load of people stopping by to inspect my head.

I wish there was a reasoning to this dream. I guess since I've been hoping to go back to Europe again, I have Europe on the brain...literally.

Not cool...So real...

So, I'm working at the box office in my theater job. I usually work in there more and more often these days. I don't care to work concessions all that much and have grown accustomed to work in the box office. In any case, the nightmare I had last night was so real I swear it really happened, or may be a foreshadow of what may happen in the future...I hope to God not though. It all started one night at work. At times, when one has to use the bathroom, one must find someone to temporarily watch the box office just in case customers might come to buy tickets or ask questions. Well, this time I went to use the restroom and didn't ask for anyone to cover the box office for me. So, when I returned, I noticed that the entire counter was gone; including all the registers and computer systems. This is happening literally at the end of my shift. I was looking forward to going home and enjoying the rest of my Saturday night hanging out, when all of a sudden this happens. I turn around and notice that somehow the desk was moved behind me at the corner. Surrounding the desk on the floor is quarters and other coins. I am suddenly in awe and am worried about being accused of doing this action. In any case, I tell my manager about it and he comes in and looks for the desk. There is nothing there. Just the glass window and nothing against the wall. No registers, chairs, or anything whatsoever. He replies, "Hmm...Oh my. What happened here? This isn't good." I am suddenly worried about being accused of messing this whole thing up and stealing the money. More co-workers come in and are also in awe. Looking for an explanation, I look down and see there is a large hole at the bottom of the box office and notice that someone must have broken in while I was in the bathroom, stealing the money, and all valuables without anyone noticing. In any case, I point it out and then all of a sudden we know what must have happened. I am breaking into a sweat but I know that I am not going to get into trouble because I mean, how am I supposed to know that was going to happen? I just left the box office for a few seconds to use the restroom...during break time! Anyway, after that happened I work in the box office the next day. Everything is back to normal and running smoothly. Then, after I'm done in the box office, I'm getting ready to head home when all of sudden I find out that I'm $900 short. I have no idea how that happened. I was like, "Oh...that's weird." The assistant manager replies, "Looks like a write up!" I was like, "Oh, great. I thought that would be enough to get me fired." But, since I do have a pretty clean slate at my job, I was not totally surprised. But dang, $900?!!! Wow. And that is when I woke up realizing it was all just a dream....

London Cloud

It all starts while I'm attending what seems to be a college in England. I'm not exactly where in England, but I'm guessing somewhere in London. Anyway, this place is huge! It's one building with an old Gothic style to it. It's about a block long, and from the outside, one would first guess it to be a church. Perhaps at one point it was, but now it is a college. The exterior is filled with freezes and gargoyles glaring and protecting the building from intruders. Standing on it's own with no other structure around it, the old cathedral-turned-college is surrounded by a grassy courtyard with a lake nearby. Walking with some schoolmates outside of the school, the sky suddenly turns dark and gloomy. Why do we have to have rain on such a gorgeous day? Oh well. We all continue just walking around. This school courtyard has newsstands, an outdoor farmers market and shopping center as well as people selling glasses and such on those portable wagon stands that one would see at the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, Ca. I spot some fruits that I want to purchase when all of a sudden this huge cloud comes out of the sky. It stands out like a sore thumb. Now, mind you this is not some ordinary cloud. The sky is already filled with clouds. However, this particular cloud looks like something out of Mario. An evil cloud. It's shape is almost that of a round marshmallow. And on the front of the cloud, there is a black lightning bolt imprinted on it. It is almost drawn on the cloud itself, sitting there like an hour glass on the back of a black widow. All of a sudden, it gets windy and something or someone seems to be coming out of the cloud. That is when all hell breaks loose. Out of nowhere, these flying creatures, which appear to be bat-like creatures head down for the school. Only these weren't bats. These weren't aliens either. They appeared to be ghosts of some sort. Deformed ghosts with fangs and heads of a human bodies of a manta ray. There are dozens of these damn things flying around and circling the cathedral. My friend and I look up and duck for cover. What the fuck are these things? Could they have all just come from this one random looking cloud in the sky? No, it wasn't possible. Was it? Anyway, as everyone runs for cover, these things begin to swoop down and just maim the shit out of some of the students. Like a flock of birds going for the kill, they catch their prey and just tear any living aspect of them. My best friend Larry has his insides taken out in just a few seconds. It's horrible. After some more deaths occur, my friend Willy has a sudden idea. He wants us to just thinking happy thoughts. "Hey, instead of just running for our lives from these random assholes, let's just think happy thoughts and not worry about them at all. It's worth a shot. These things seem to love feeding on our fear, literally and metaphorically, so let's just give them a taste of their own medicine and not give a damn." I agree and when everyone follows his advice, these beings are not any harm to us. As to how everyone listened to him is beyond me, but it worked. As the beings stop killing us, we all suddenly rise above the ground and seem to inherit their bodies. It is a wonderful experience because we can experience flying for the first time. Granted, it is in circles around the cathedral but these beings seem to be able to fly in and out of the building with no effort. I find myself going around the building and it's a great view of England! It's quite spectacular. I then find myself flying in and out around the roof of the building and when I look down, I realize what a drop it must be. Why are they making us experience flying in their bodies? Very odd. I then realize I have no control over what I am doing. I am thinking, and have a mind of my own, but my body seems to be one with one of the creatures so it is still controlling me. Then, I notice someone else flying. But something odd happens to them. They are blinking. Like a video game where your character blinks when on the verge of death, I notice him blinking and then suddenly fall to the ground. I didn't look to see if he survived or not but just kept flying through the air...until the same thing happens to me. As I make another pass around the building, I start to feel myself blinking in and out in the body I possessed, and as I look down, I am relieved that I will fall into the water. However, the last blink occurs and I fall several feet from the water. I land on my feet oddly enough and I feel this pain in my back. Looking up at the sky, I notice that these strange creatures have left and descended back into that malevolent cloud in the sky with the lightening bold printed on it, and then it just continues to be a gloomy rainy day. Happy that I am safe, I cringe from the pain at the base of my spine. ...And then I wake up... And as I wake up in my room, that same pain is there at the base of my spine...

Probably the most fucked up dream....

Last night, after having a long night working at the polls I had the most fucked up dream...or should I say nightmare. I was at my house just getting back from school when all of a sudden I see all these limos parked in my driveway. Long limos and a few Hummers and such, all in black and all shiney and brand new. I get in the house, tired as fuck just ready to lay down and enjoy the rest of the day. Right when I open the door, I look to the dining room and I see Mitt Romney himself sitting at a desk with a few people surrounding him. I notice my dad is flurying around with papers and my mom is no where to be found. Mitt is sitting there doing nothing and then starts to look in my direction. "Well, what the fuck are you doing young man? I need you to get to work. It is imperative that you do whatever I ask for the good of the country." My first reaction was to knock the shit out of this dude. Who is he, candidate or not, to tell me what to do in my own house? I know that my family is against him and especially my dad. So, why the hell would everyone be scouraging around working for him. What the heck is going on here? This can't be real. Then, all of a sudden he gets up and looks at me and says that if I don't do what he says, he's going to have me shot and killed. Really? What is going on here? I found myself to be a bit nervous and go over to my father and take him across the room to talk to him. "Dad, what the hell is going on here? Why is he running his campaign in our house?" My dad, for the first time in his life seemed to be scared, replied, "Let's just get this over with." Romney overheard us and turned his head in curiosity listening to the sound of us whispering and said, "...What was that?" My dad replied, "Nothing, sir. Just telling my son what he wants us to do for you." "Good", Romney replied. "I am going to do all I can to make this country a safer and more prosperous place and we don't need another four years of this black man in the white house." I replied, "Excuse me you motherfucker! You just care about money and have no intention of bringing jobs to the people. You plan on keeping the rich rich and the poor poor and just work for the top 1%. How is that bringing jobs to the people? You say you are for America, yet all you talk about is money and how you created jobs...you did not create jobs. You took away jobs from the people and when you gave them no choice but to either keep the jobs and get less pay, or to screw off and look somewhere else. Helping the American people? Sir, I beg to differ."

Not saying anything to me, Romney kept on looking at himself in the mirror to see if his retired-superhero-like hair was in place. This guy could care less about what I had to say. Little did he know that I broadcast this entire home invasion in the mirror he was looking in so the whole world could see what an ass he was making of himself; which of course wouldn't be a hard since he does that effortlessly.

Anyway, after leaving and trying to threaten us, the next day I turn on the MSNBC and the BBC just to see this asshole Romney in jail for threatening the people he swears to protect. Moron. God, dreams can be so fulfilling sometimes...

Nightmare at Work...

Have you ever had a nightmare that involved your job or co-workers? Well, just a few nights ago I've experienced something that was so spectacular I just had to write it down!

It all started on a Saturday evening at work. Break time starts soon and customers are already in the theaters watching their respective movie. Working behind the concession stand, I decide to just fiddle around with my DROID RAZR MAXX and chat with a few workers. We begin talking about customers and how they can be so rude. Co-worker X states, "Man, that guy didn't even say thank you when I let him come in even though he didn't pay for his ticket!" I reply, "That's Santa Monica for you. People can be so rude here. Whenever something goes wrong, the first person to take the crap is us, the ones who have no control over the situation." I go on and mention a negative experience I have with a customer when my boss comes over to us and engages in our conversation. We are practically over-staffed that night and a few of us were asked if we wanted to go home. None of us wanted to go home so we keep talking about movies and customers and just anything to pass the time really.

[Bump]

Leaning over the counter, my boss makes jokes that we all started laughing to. And--[bump] [bump]. And...we just start figuring out if we should just order something or go out individually and get food. Luckily I had my food upstairs so just had to run up and grab it.

[Bump] [bump]

Am I hearing things? Anyway, I go upstairs to grab my lunch and continue talking to the ones present. I say, "Do you guys hear something?" The manager replies, "It's probably from that movie. We've been getting a lot of complaints from people regarding the loudness. I had to move it to another room because having an action film next to a romantic comedy...just doesn't mix." And then I notice that the carpet of the theater is moving up and down like the ocean on a windy day. I think to myself, What the fuck is going on here...And of course that is when everyone notices what is going on and it is too late. But then...

It went away...

And then, out of nowhere the entire lobby turned to dark and the room flipped upside down as easily as a weight. We all got together wondering what was happening and then all of a sudden the chandeliers on the ceiling begin excreting fire. It was as if we were in hell. Yes, for those of you I know work can be hell, but this really was hell! We all begin holding hands in desperation and surround one of the now-fire-lighting chandeliers and are almost in a warship position. It is what looks like an evil gathering that is taking place and we are sacrificed for some evil god. Then, we all are floating in the air surrounding it and look as how sky divers look when they all hold hands to form a circle. People all of a sudden start to disappear around us. We yell for help but no one seems to hear us, or respond. One of us is engulfed by a flame and then another and then another. All I wanted to do was just go home but there was no way out.

The manger was the first to go and his death was just horrific! First he was sucked into the fire, and then he was what looked to be slowly vaporizing in front of our very eyes. There was nothing we were able to do but just hope that whatever happened to him, wouldn't reach us. I begin to wish that I had gotta food from elsewhere instead of already bringing my own.  When we notice a customer come out and ask for more popcorn, he is suddenly engulfed by the flame and is never heard from again. After this happens, the room goes back to normal and customers are in the lobby yelling at us to keep the noise down.

Hmm...what is the moral of this dream? Not to talk bad about customers or we will have dire consequences? Who knows...but I'm glad I survived. It was not cool at all...

Random Rescue

On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I'm at what seems to be this amazing beach on a cliff with my old friend Alexandra and another friend and we are just enjoying the sights from this amazing view. The day is sunny with just a few clouds in the sky and I've got to tell you, the air and breeze is just right. Not a flaw with the weather. All of a sudden, we are joking around about something and her friend shows up and just buts in on our conversation. (Don't you just hate when that happens?) Anyway, I'm not sure what we are discussing but it turns out to be really funny.

We are daring each other who wants to jump into the freezing sea water and swim back to the shore. Alexandra explains, "No way, Nick. I'm not going to go in that water. It's way too fucking cold for my taste. And plus the jump is way too big for me." Myself, in case you guys are wondering, is more like the person watching the whole thing, since it's my dream. So, in a way I'm there but also not there. Then all of a sudden, I tell her friend, "Hey, Jessica! You should jump in there!" All of a sudden, she does and we see her jumping and as she falls she looks just like Superman gliding in the air. I catch myself humming the Superman tune and Alexandra chimes in. Anyway, she finally reaches the water and seeing her in there is like seeing a grain or something in a cereal bowl. It's gigantic compared to her. As I look up, I notice and helicopter appears in the sky out of nowhere; a rescue chopper.

All of a sudden, these two men dive in the water and help get her out. After getting her out, they come and ask us questions about what had happened. Freaked out, both of us head over to them. All of a sudden, as we walk over the area surrounding us appears to be some kind of barrier of a pool or something of the sort. So, we walk over and the man asks us, "Okay, so you know her?" And we both hesitate at first but I just want to be honest and tell her, "Sir, I was the one who told her to jump off the end of the edge." The man looks down and sighs a little. Telling me that she could have been killed, I understand and said that it won't happen again. The guys take my word for it and my fears of being arrested or something of the sort disappear and we all end up leaving. The chopper leaves and then that's that.

All of a sudden, we are in a pool again, but this time there is no room to swim anywhere and that same chopper shows up. And then I wake up...