the words of the poets are written on the subway walls

well, i finally slept– fitfully at best. my sleep was plagued by oddly disturbing, but not really terrifying dreams.

one dream involved my parents as homicidal maniacs played by the actors who played cookie and jerry fleck in “best in show.” this dream also featured me having a flirtation with a man who worked at subway named josh. in my dream i was in love with josh, because he let me make my own sub.

i have no idea why i’m dreaming about subway. i am not even a big fan of subway. but so, i dreamt about being in love with josh. i think josh owned this particular subway. we might have been dating, or about to be dating, hanging out regularly nonetheless.

so josh let me make my own sub and i packed it up in my superman lunchbox, he grabbed a great gob of cash and put it in a subway bag and off we went. we were going to my parents’ house.

when we arrived at my parents’ house there was a giant, annoying party going on. the house was crammed with people. sister #4’s friends, my grammu’s friends, a bunch of black-wearing goth kids. i was annoyed because this was the first time my parents’ were to meet josh.

but so i am crabby and my parents dont’ get to talk to josh. so josh and i decide to leave. but my parents feel bad so they decide to take us out to dinner, even though i have sub in my superman lunchbox. josh and i, pile into my parents’ minivan. only this is a really weird minivan. it’s like a popemobile/minivan. you can see inside the minivan because the walls and such are made of like glass. so josh and i climb in to the minivan and we’re off. suddenly my “mom” (remember it’s cookie fleck) turns around and points a gun at josh.

“gimme the money,” she says. he hands her the subway bag stocked with cash and then she shoots him. the walls in the minivan shatter, because the force of the shot has propelled josh through the glass walls. he’s now being dragged behind the minivan. i am screaming. the minivan stops. josh, still attached to the bumper, stands up and his face no longer has skin and there is blood pouring everywhere. my parents are sitting in the front of the minivan laughing and pondering how to spend the $15,000.

that’s when i woke up.

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8 Comments

  1. Tyson 15.Jul.01 at 6:12 pm

    That is truly fucked up.

  2. will tupper 15.Jul.01 at 8:52 pm

    Do you ever read the magazine BUST?

    I think you’d love it. The folks who write it are the nicest, coolest women in the whole wide world.

  3. jodi 15.Jul.01 at 9:34 pm

    what’s bust magazine?

  4. Tyson 15.Jul.01 at 10:28 pm

    sounds like it’s this magazine written by the nicest, coolest women in the whole wide world. 😛

  5. will tupper, lord of the bust :) 16.Jul.01 at 8:58 am

    bust magazine is the breast (as they say) magazine for girls of all ages everywhere.

    it’s like sassy when sassy was the bomb. or so i’ve been told, as i’ve never read sassy.

    but i read bust; every damn issue is incredible.

    you could totally write for them. http://www.bust.com – go and see and smile and be happy.

    that’s all. tyson chicken, you were right – it is a magazine for the nicest, coolest women in the whole wide world.

    go you! 🙂

  6. bewing 16.Jul.01 at 1:19 pm

    sweetie, it’s “the words of the PROPHETS are written on the subway walls.” 🙂

  7. erica 16.Jul.01 at 1:22 pm

    your dreams are disturbing like mine.

  8. jodi 16.Jul.01 at 1:45 pm

    i like it poets!