I honestly don't remember too many details about the 1st dream. Here's what I do remember: Katie and I were floating around in some sort of space capsule. I felt that we were on our way somewhere. Lets say Mars. We were about to start getting intimate when I spotted out of the corner of my eye, a condom dispenser thingy. Ok, let me be more detailed. It was a square compartment located above the bed extending out about 1/4". It kinda looked like those cup holders in the backseat of cars where you pull them down and little plastic rings pop out to hold your drink. Kinda like that except it was spring loaded and had colorful condoms inside. I'm surprised that the colored wrapping was in NASA's budget. Sadly, thats all I remember about that one.
Now jump to a poverty stricken neighborhood. I suppose all of that space exploring didn't bring in the moolah I expected it would because Katie and I were broke. I won't bore you concerning the details about how I was trying to build a new fence for our dogs made of scrap metal roofing. BUT, I will bore you with the details of a real life cop and some poor kids with sweet haircuts.
So, in the waking world I knew a cop in Las Cruces named Bobby Aramillo. In this dream he showed up to our front step in a black White Sox beanie, a blue puffy vest, and some gloves. I'm not totally sure what he was doing there, but shorty behind him was an African American boy in his early teens. Instantly the kid starts going off on why the neighborhood is called the NHC. According to the boy, NHC stands for "No Hair Cut" which means people don't like to go get their hair cut professionally for some reason. He continued to talk about the NHC and haircuts like it was the most oppressing thing ever. He then started to brag about how he cut his own hair and showed me. Perhaps the best way to describe it is to say that it was a combo between Cosmo Cramer's hair and Kid from Kid and Play. This kid had a pretty gnarly do.
Now imagine a very large white room at an art museum where the floors are made of white marble. Matt and I are visiting this exhibit where a female statue dressed in a toga is lying on a piano. for some reason Matt finds it interesting to take photos of my reactions to the art. As I look at the female statue, it starts to move and slowly morph into something hideous and terrifying. She begins to crawl off of the piano and opens her mouth. The opening of her mouth was nothing but blackness. It wasn't like her tongue and gums were black. Rather, her mouth was the complete absence of light, utter blackness. I was literally speechless from the terror that came over me. I made a face of complete disgust and my heart was pounding out of my chest. All the while, Matt sat there and took photos of my face. Moving here and there to get a good angle on my grotesque face.
With the woman perpetually morphing into things progressively evil I decided it was time to get out of there. So I ran out of the door and bumped into a girl I knew from Farmington, Amanda Cash. The funny thing is that I never really knew her well. Amanda was simply a friend of my stepbrother, Taylor. When I saw her in the dream it was like she was a good buddy of mine and the dream took a sudden shift from terrifying to happy like 'that' (*snap fingers*). Amanda, Matt, and I talked for a bit and hung out in the gift shop of the art museum until I woke up.
After waking up I tried to recall my dreams and write down some details. When I got to the statue part I still found myself frightened by the circumstance. In fact, the terror from my dream somewhat lingered with me for a good part of the day.
