after work i thought it would be a good idea to catch up on my usual sunday activities: reading, masturbating, and napping. i just had a slew of weird dreams.

first i dreamt i was out to dinner with jake and some generic, dark-haired geek girl. we were sitting in the booth, geek girl and i one side, jake directly across from me. i was trying to put some sort of weird move on him by rubbing my knees against his. he slipped his hands under the table and pulled me closer, so that i was slouching in the booth. the waitress came and asked me if i’d like another diet coke. i asked her for some water. that’s all i remember.

the second dream was most spectacular.

i was living with my family. i’m not sure if i was younger or the age i am now, but we all lived together in a giant mansion, located where our house in Blaine was– same neighborhood of ramblers, but our’s was a mansion. the mansion was elegant, expensively decorated, etc. i’m not sure where the whole fam was, my dad was showering, i was in the living room/entry way. there was a giant tornado outside. the wind was raging, and it seemed our home was under attack. the wind was blowing so hard that the nails used in a bookcase near the door were being blown out of the bookcase and striking the wall across the room. it sounded like a machine gun. the curtains were flying about from the rod.

somehow i knew that i had to shut the windows. i knew that if i shut the windows then i would save the house. i also knew that i couldn’t look out the window. if i looked out the window the storm would get me and i’d be dead. so i crawled around on the ground and made my way to the window. i reached up and slid the window shut, then crawled to the other end of the window and shut that side. the curtains stopped dancing and i think i might have went into the bathroom with the rest of my family.

eventually the storm ended and we emerged from the basement– my sisters, my dad and i. i’m not sure where mamala was.

the house was mostly in tact, the inside was a wreck because of the winds, but the windows were unbroken, the sides ok, etc. we walked around carefully. i get yammering on and on about how it was an apocryphal storm. my family kept telling me to shut up. i told them the storm was after something. i told them it had to be an apocryphal storm because anything with winds so high to force the nails out of the bookcase would have done more damage.

then we went into the room where the nails had been flying and in the middle there was a merry-go-round pole– you know like the horses that go up and down, only it was HUGE and it was a tiger.

“look!” i said, as if it were some sort of proof. “that’s her sign. she’s not done with me yet.”

we left the house and were amazed by the damage and destruction that had befallen our neighbors. the trunnell’s house next door was just a skeleton of beams, same with the hanson’s and the rest of the houses on the block.

“i told you,” i said. “she’s not done with me.”

and then i woke up.