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Last night, I dreamed about my oldest online friend. I believe that I have dreamt about her before, but this time there was no doubt, It was S. I called her by her name, talked to her about her flight up to NY, recognized her without a doubt.
We were excited to be hanging out, but trying to explain to my wife (who was there and thought it was funny how we got our stories crossed, and in her way immediately seemed better friends with my friend than I am). how we originally met was sticky. I had met S during a time when my marital relationship was extremely rocky to say the least, and I had been doing other, more time-consuming stuff online that didn't help matters. In the end we never did get completely honest.
We were hanging out in this run-down dingy apartment that had this monstrous, particle-board faux oak beaten up entertainment center. We were trying to listen to the butthole surfers with a bunch of my butthead friends from my early twenties. There was this monstrous boom box and it kept skipping It was playing different parts from "Cream Corn and the Socket of Davis"
there are parts of that album that I cannot listen to without getting melancholy about lost youth and wasted years, and in this dream that same sense of melancholy pervaded. I was so relieved to be finally hanging out with S, and we clicked as friends, not just me and her but she clicked with the wife as well. There was this horrible sense that maybe if we had all gotten together sooner we could have helped each other in some strange way.
Finally, the boom box started feeding back and the sound absorbed me. i was sucked into one monstrous woofer and woke up to country on my alarm clock. (it keeps doing this to me, no shit, I keep waking up to different stations than I lay down to.
We were excited to be hanging out, but trying to explain to my wife (who was there and thought it was funny how we got our stories crossed, and in her way immediately seemed better friends with my friend than I am). how we originally met was sticky. I had met S during a time when my marital relationship was extremely rocky to say the least, and I had been doing other, more time-consuming stuff online that didn't help matters. In the end we never did get completely honest.
We were hanging out in this run-down dingy apartment that had this monstrous, particle-board faux oak beaten up entertainment center. We were trying to listen to the butthole surfers with a bunch of my butthead friends from my early twenties. There was this monstrous boom box and it kept skipping It was playing different parts from "Cream Corn and the Socket of Davis"
there are parts of that album that I cannot listen to without getting melancholy about lost youth and wasted years, and in this dream that same sense of melancholy pervaded. I was so relieved to be finally hanging out with S, and we clicked as friends, not just me and her but she clicked with the wife as well. There was this horrible sense that maybe if we had all gotten together sooner we could have helped each other in some strange way.
Finally, the boom box started feeding back and the sound absorbed me. i was sucked into one monstrous woofer and woke up to country on my alarm clock. (it keeps doing this to me, no shit, I keep waking up to different stations than I lay down to.