when your young your parents think its so charming and adorable when you're a dreamer.. they tell their friends about your imaginations and their coworkers see all your art. when you're a child, dreaming outrageous things whether for your future or just in your sleep, were excercises of your brain power and proof of cognitive thinking. however.. when you're an adult and dream of punching people in the face, your parents sign you up for counseling and drop you off at wal mart assuring you they're just parking the car but never return.
i dont know what it is but lately my dreams have been about gettin my fist some face action. i know it sounds rough but think about it... and be honest. we're all friends here.. this is a safe place. haven't you ever woken up from a dream where you punched that skinny b-word cashier, you know the one that gave you the stink eye when you were buying fat pants and had the coffee stain on your old tee shirt? the one that's perfectly updo'd hair and airbrushed make up made you feel like you'd somehow evolved from an aardvark not a primate... but FELT RELIEF?! I know I have...
i just wish i could control how i dream.. for instance. i was at the mall today with my two lady friends who just so happen to be gettin married and we were goin to find some ballin outfits for their pre wedding photos. we're all chatting happily about food and how we'd all like to mow down on some french fries, pretzels and my personal favorite-- may-o-nnaise (dont judge me)-- when a tall Barbara Walters, minus thirty years, walks by and interjects "as if i care"... First of all- this was an A, B and Double D converstion so C your way out of it.. Second- if I'm going to discuss the hot topic of mayo it's going to be with my friends and or a sandwhich artist but certainly not you or any other member of The View... but I digress. Instead of taking all of that and keeping in my head to dwell on (i'm a dweller) I could have simply put it in my "gonna dream it off" box. when i go to sleep tonight, I could've really given her the one, two, one, two. now the only counting i'm doing sheep... weeeeeak.
anyhow. i've been concentrating really hard on DMX today and I'm hoping if my new idea of self mind control works, I'll be having myself a grand ole time come midnight.. i turn into something when the clock strikes twelve baby, but it ain't a princess... ya dig?
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