dream
i had to fly this airplane to japan. and i was doing pretty well (hey, it was sorta fun), but then i had to land and i had no idea what to do, so i just got off and let them figure it out. i was supposed to be in charge of all of these people who were in my group, but i was afraid of landing the airplane. then i was walking around this field where they layed out this huge table cloth as a landing pad. it was bright blue and had all these pink and blue circles that looked like eggs on it. i think eventually they got the plan down, but i don't know how. then i was at this bed and breakfast that daria's friend's parents owned. daria was chinese for some reason and i remember thinking that i didn't remember daria being asian. i was trying to speak japanese with her friends, who spoke perfect english anyhow, andi couldn't remember any of the words. then i realized that i hadn't brough anything with me to japan. i didn't even have any money. i wanted cigarettes, so daria lent me some money and i went to a cart on the street to buy some, but i didn't know what kind to get. they only came in packs of like 5 cigarettes and there were like 600 yen each. i finally bough a pack of aims (which was a regular pack of cigarettes that had been half smoked) and while i was walking away, i saww Bubs from the Wire. I said something to him like "how did YOU get to Japan?" (he being homeless and a junkie might prevent that from happening). while i was looking at him, i saw that he looked exactly like my brother. i guess he had taken over my brother's body somehow. and i made him show me he chest (my brother has a huge scar on his chest). i was yelling at him to give my brother back his body. then my sister was sitting in her car between us and she was crying.
there was also this american writer's convention at the inn i was staying at and they kept trying to get me to pretend to be a writer or something to get the free catered food. and one of daria's japanese friends was trying to make me a fake passport and had this picture of me from seventh grade with a bowl cut and dyed blond hair. i don't know.
weird fucking dream.
there was also this american writer's convention at the inn i was staying at and they kept trying to get me to pretend to be a writer or something to get the free catered food. and one of daria's japanese friends was trying to make me a fake passport and had this picture of me from seventh grade with a bowl cut and dyed blond hair. i don't know.
weird fucking dream.