the awesomest dream ever
so this is kind of out there, but stick with me while i lay it down for yas. be warned, i'm'a get as detailed as i can, 'cause that's how my dreams are sometimes.
i guess jay-z's car was broken down on the side of the road in florida or something. i stopped to pick him up and i was driving my friend becca's car. he was really nice, we talked about some stuff like the history of florida and i had a wedding ring on my ringer for some reason so i lied and said i had a two year old daughter as well, but i didn't. and i don't think i was married. i was still 18. so anyway, he was driving because we were going where he wanted to go, and he was all rapping along with the music (which he said was way awful). it was funny. oh, jay-z! we pulled up to some dive lookin' place in the middle of the desert (in florida) and we're walking up to this counter through all these adobe lookin' buildings. all the while, we're talking about the history of the location, which was called "el paso 2". as we're standing there (i guess it was some rundown hotel or something) trying to check in, these people with guns sneak in and are surrounding us from behind while the counter girls are keeping us busy. the whole time i was never scared, 'cause i figured "i'm with jay-z. i'm with jay-z and he's really awesome and i don't think he would let me get hurt." and he didn't. i don't remember how we made it out of that one, but soon enough we were back on the road, havin' a grand old time and becoming best friends. so we're pulling up to the next place, another junky lookin' hotel in florida, walkin' up to this check-in counter. it was in a courtyard, but the ground was just dirt. the check-in counter had a sheet of metal as the roof, and there were two ladies workin' there. one of them offered us our choice of gum in stick form, or chiclets. he went with stick gum, i went with chiclets. the ladies were nice. while waiting we met a few rangerettes (for those of you who don't know, rangerettes are slated as the original dance team, ever. they're known for their high-kicks and were the inspiration for the rockettes. kilgore junior college, kilgore, texas) who apparently were applying for a job there. i guess times are hard for rangerettes. but they seemed nice enough. anyway, this whole time there are people with guns creeping around behind us. jay-z notices this and points it out to me. i can see the their reflections in his sunglasses as he looks over at me. the place keeps filling up with people. but half of them were cops and half of them were crazy mexican gang members or something. all armed, and drawn at us. again, i wasn't scared. through fancy talking he got us out of this one. goooo jay-z! so we started walking to the car, and we were all holding hands and stuff 'cause we're like totally bff now. and then we got in the car and i guess my friend cherie was in there too. that's cool, i like cherie. we're driving now through some kind of huge greenhouse in florida, but with houses in it. it's like miles and miles of greenhouse. with a road in it. and there are all these trees, and the sunlight is filtered through in shafts through the frosted glass and limbs, and it catches on the swirling fog that's hangin' around. all of the houses, while pretty cute and nice, were dark. as we're driving cherie is telling us of the time when she used to live there as a child. FLASHBACK SCENE: the camera keeps descending from above the tree line to below to see the car pass by. the leaves are changing. now all of the trees have become ginko trees because i found out that they turn the most amazing shade of yellow. and all of the trees have identical branch structure and as the camera descends, leaves are fluttering down and the trees are perfectly lined up. cherie said something about how she used to swim in the fountains till she was about 9. so now the camera is perched on high looking down at this one long row of rectangular shallow pools. but not like swimming pools, sort of like a wishing well. and at all of these pools there are a few little girls in bathing suits, flipping their legs in and out of the water.
watch out beyonce, i can roll around all sexy too!
...and that's all i remember. all in all i think that was a pretty sweet dream, personally. it's not often i'm best friends BUT SECRETLY TOTALLY CRUSHING ON jay-z, or that i spend that much time in florida.
i guess jay-z's car was broken down on the side of the road in florida or something. i stopped to pick him up and i was driving my friend becca's car. he was really nice, we talked about some stuff like the history of florida and i had a wedding ring on my ringer for some reason so i lied and said i had a two year old daughter as well, but i didn't. and i don't think i was married. i was still 18. so anyway, he was driving because we were going where he wanted to go, and he was all rapping along with the music (which he said was way awful). it was funny. oh, jay-z! we pulled up to some dive lookin' place in the middle of the desert (in florida) and we're walking up to this counter through all these adobe lookin' buildings. all the while, we're talking about the history of the location, which was called "el paso 2". as we're standing there (i guess it was some rundown hotel or something) trying to check in, these people with guns sneak in and are surrounding us from behind while the counter girls are keeping us busy. the whole time i was never scared, 'cause i figured "i'm with jay-z. i'm with jay-z and he's really awesome and i don't think he would let me get hurt." and he didn't. i don't remember how we made it out of that one, but soon enough we were back on the road, havin' a grand old time and becoming best friends. so we're pulling up to the next place, another junky lookin' hotel in florida, walkin' up to this check-in counter. it was in a courtyard, but the ground was just dirt. the check-in counter had a sheet of metal as the roof, and there were two ladies workin' there. one of them offered us our choice of gum in stick form, or chiclets. he went with stick gum, i went with chiclets. the ladies were nice. while waiting we met a few rangerettes (for those of you who don't know, rangerettes are slated as the original dance team, ever. they're known for their high-kicks and were the inspiration for the rockettes. kilgore junior college, kilgore, texas) who apparently were applying for a job there. i guess times are hard for rangerettes. but they seemed nice enough. anyway, this whole time there are people with guns creeping around behind us. jay-z notices this and points it out to me. i can see the their reflections in his sunglasses as he looks over at me. the place keeps filling up with people. but half of them were cops and half of them were crazy mexican gang members or something. all armed, and drawn at us. again, i wasn't scared. through fancy talking he got us out of this one. goooo jay-z! so we started walking to the car, and we were all holding hands and stuff 'cause we're like totally bff now. and then we got in the car and i guess my friend cherie was in there too. that's cool, i like cherie. we're driving now through some kind of huge greenhouse in florida, but with houses in it. it's like miles and miles of greenhouse. with a road in it. and there are all these trees, and the sunlight is filtered through in shafts through the frosted glass and limbs, and it catches on the swirling fog that's hangin' around. all of the houses, while pretty cute and nice, were dark. as we're driving cherie is telling us of the time when she used to live there as a child. FLASHBACK SCENE: the camera keeps descending from above the tree line to below to see the car pass by. the leaves are changing. now all of the trees have become ginko trees because i found out that they turn the most amazing shade of yellow. and all of the trees have identical branch structure and as the camera descends, leaves are fluttering down and the trees are perfectly lined up. cherie said something about how she used to swim in the fountains till she was about 9. so now the camera is perched on high looking down at this one long row of rectangular shallow pools. but not like swimming pools, sort of like a wishing well. and at all of these pools there are a few little girls in bathing suits, flipping their legs in and out of the water.
watch out beyonce, i can roll around all sexy too!
...and that's all i remember. all in all i think that was a pretty sweet dream, personally. it's not often i'm best friends BUT SECRETLY TOTALLY CRUSHING ON jay-z, or that i spend that much time in florida.