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10/08/2001 Entry: "statues and hockey pucks"
I had another bizarre dream. This one actually woke me up.
I was in a sort of competition with my brother. We were stealing national landmarks and putting them in the front yard of my apartment complex. (I lived, I believe, in LA, but it was an amalgamation of all the cities I've lived in -- Philadelphia, Baton Rouge, Portland, San Diego, and here...). At some point, my friend and I went for a walk, with the intention of seeing a hockey game. On the way, this little wiry hockey player asshole tripped my friend, on purpose.
We went over to their dorm-type-thing (as if, in life, all of the team lives in one location or something. Dream-logic.), and essentially, -told- on him. The whole team was there (the LA Kings, I believe), and I got right in this little punk's face and told him that, essentially, I'd sue his ass off if he did this again.
The captain of the team, this incredibly cute, really huge guy, sat down on the couch with me afterward, and hit on me. I remember asking him if he was only doing this so I wouldn't sue his friend, and I didn't trust him -- until he kissed me, at which point I woke up, breathless. (literally. I had an asthma attack, for no apparrent reason.)
I know dreams are allegorical. And the last thing I was thinking about before bed was the fact that we're at war. I'm still in a haze, but I believe it has something to do with that.
Bizarre.
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