Blast From The Past.

This morning there was a thunderstorm (that continues as we speak) that allowed me to sleep in and coupe up something to share with you:

Back in middle school, when I was in seventh grade, I had a friend named Dave. Well, we are dating in present time, and going to what seems like college together.

That weekend, I had a Dane Cook comedy show to go to, and boy was I stoked. I sat in the front row, looking at him in awe. It was only to my amazement when he reached out to me and whispered to join him backstage. I went of course, with no hesitation.

Once there, it seemed as if we spoke for hours, and it just so happened that "backstage" was the auditorium at my local college. The more I looked at him, and stared into his eyes, the more I noticed that this was NOT Dane Cook. Yes, he held the name Dane Cook, and yes he was a comedian... but his physique and facial features were not of the Dane Cook everybody seemed so in love with. No... This was Mr.Nick (an after school leader I volunteered for back in my freshman year of high school).

Yet, I did not mind. I walked out of that auditorium smiling, with his hand in my grasp, and not caring if Dave or anybody that knew him would see me.

It was only after I arrived at Music class and heard Dave cracking insults that I knew my secret that was not so much a secret was out... I was dating Dane Cook.

I WAKE UP.

My night/morning consisted of other counter dreams that unfortunately I don't have the memory to share.

Wall of Love.

Waking up at noon after a restless night:

There is a blank wall in front of the seventh floor elevator.
Yet, as the days go by, he writes... she writes...
And instead of a blank wall, It becomes a story of love.
Weeks go by, numbers are exchanged...
...and the pages of curiosity remain on the once blank wall.

*buzz*
"The wall has been so lonely without you...", his phone reads.
Stretching out to grab his phone, his significant other pauses...
...tilts her head, and reads.

"You have a text message", she says.
He reads it and looks at her.
"Does she know you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
She nods.

The next day, he walks towards the wall...
...sharpie in hand.
"I'm sorry, but I'm hers."

I WAKE UP.

Tattoo's in danger.

After arriving home from a long morning at school, I decided to reward myself with a two hour nap. Little did I know, that in this nap, a wonderland would unfold:

There were two adults. A man and a woman. They were parents to an adopted little Russian girl. Blue eyes. Blond Hair. Maybe three years old.

Her room seemed to be in a rather grandoise attic, with a door that led to an amusement park. Apparently, this amusement park rotated, which allowed her to see any angle of the park from her very bedroom.

These two adults, both the man and the woman, were tattoo artists. To their misfortune, tattoo artists were extremely looked down upon and even hunted to be killed in these times (which I'm not sure what era in time it is).

There was a clan, a clan designed strictly for hunting down and killing Tattoo artists. The man and the woman had encountered this clan before, and had made it a plan that whenever confronted by these men, they would split up, and run (thinking that both of them individually had a better chance at living).

One day, after work, the couple exited the building only to see that the clan was there for them. Therefore, they went their separate ways and ran. Fortunately for the woman, she had an advantage. You see, not to far off, there was a field, which was called "The Field of Beauty", and once a female tattoo artist reached this field, she could no longer be harassed by any members of the clan.

So, she made it, and.. they left her alone. It seems though, that female tattoo artists of that time were commonly mistaken as prostitutes ( I'm guessing because of their choice of wardrobe). On her way home from the Field of Beauty, this woman gets stopped by a police officer, and is bluntly accused of prostitution. Thankfully, the woman is left with nothing but a mere warning and is offered a ride home.

On this ride home, the woman attempts to explain to the officer of all the prior events that have occurred, only to be disappointed at the fact that the officer does not believe her. Just as they are arriving the house, she is describing one of the men from the clan (the leader I'm assuming), and as she walks out of the car, the officer says, "That man?".... and points to an individual that is standing outside her home.

She nods, in fear, and the officer nods, in understanding. Signaling her to get down and stay quiet, the officer slowly makes his way to the clan member (whose back has been facing them) and tackle ambushes him, rapidly decorating him in cuffs.

Not wanting to sit next to the clan member, the woman takes the back seat and asks the officer to hold him in the passenger seat with him....

I WAKE UP.