Dreaming

In an email dated 21 Feb 2007:

Hey Man, did u know you featured in one of the many fucked up dreams of Dave last night? really? it wasnt too big of a role... more of an appearance... i wont go into too much detail cos it would make you say things like 'yo man, that shit is fucked up' or 'noooooooooooo' or even 'truuuuuuu dat'. who knows what else but the point it, it was messed up. for some reason i was strapped for cash and was working in a place where people got to beat the shit outta you ... even shoot you.. and if they took a body part... or at least piece of flesh away, they payed extra, thus you got extra pay. and for some reason i was working there with the guy from whos the star in that show about firemen on sky one.

anyways, you were crashing at my spare apartment at victoria halls in glasgow (which doesnt exist) the whole time while i had my first client... shy as they were they continued to beat me up for some form of cheap thrill or whatever and leave with a bit of my torn body flesh in some sort of ritualistic 'i just had my first beating up experience and i liked it' sort of way. but my boss was no where to be found.
meanwhile, fireman dick head gets the crap kicked outta him but gets totally paid by some fat chick cos she saw the whole thing and shes like assistant manager. i tell her im due my 8 quid...(thats right 8 quid?!?!) but she refuses to give it to me cos she didnt see it. i realises im only due £7.70 or £7.80 but am tryin to con her (ive lost part of my body and im conning HER outta 20p...wheres the logic? anyways so eventually i find my boss... he gives me a t-shirt and a tenner and without saying any words we take this as a tip and a dont come back which im happy with as i realise the job wasnt for me.

so im driving home from wherever the heck i was to see you at my spare flat (lets just remind you this doesnt exist) and you phone only for me to suddenly realise im driving without a licence.... and im driving without using the pedals.... in the passenger seat... and i cant see over the wheel.... tis a bit crazy... no? so i pull over and suddenly i AM behind the wheel and toria's in the passenger seat and some guy from Domino's cant find his address and is tryin to con us into buyin his order so it doesnt get taken outta his cheque. im kinda hungry but say no on the grounds that theres no veg and toria cant eat it but she feels guilty. eventually she guesses the address after we've eaten half the food, tells him where to go and we drive off.

so i arrive at halls... alone again but thinking nothing of it and wonder where to park but i get to you and see you packing and ask whats up. you tell me glasgow isnt big enough to hold you, that you need to keep moving. i thought you were gonna hang around a bit, that we'd get to catch up and im disappointed so i ask why you cant stay and you keep packing and babbling all this shit about how this isnt the place for you, it never was even tho you thot it might be, it wasnt right and you had to keep moving till you found the right place. your original intention was to stay a year but now you had to go...

....CUE DAVES ALARM

ok, so i said i wasnt gonna go into detail but i had time. and now that ive typed it ive realised how fucked up it actually was. especially the first bit where i seemed like a hooker for the mentally disturbed who just wanted to hurt people!!

dude, ive had some messed up and confused dreams before but this about tops it. the strange thing is that i can link a lot of it to things that have happened recently so there is logic in there somewhere... maybe....

oh well, better go... fire alarm is going off and you prob think im meeeeeeeeeeeeental by now.

maybe you can send a similar email to make me feel more sane (doubtful but maybe)

Dave


A reply on the 25th Feb 2007:

tryin to con us into buyin his order so it doesnt get taken outta his cheque. im kinda hungry but say no on the grounds that theres no veg and toria cant eat it but she feels guilty.

hahahahaha, i love it.
dude that is an intensly detailed dream. calm down on the acid.