I just woke up from a really weird dream.....

[djredeye]

yes i know its almost 3 pm but thats not the point, dont judge me.

ANYGAY...

i had this dream that i was on the front porch of my old house with the door open, it was a wrap around porch and i was on the other side. I hear a noise and go into the house and theres like 10 people that have just walked into my house. They start using my restroom, crashing on my couch, going through my records.....just totally maxin in my space (For some reason, one of them was ?uestlove from The Roots..../shrugs)

So i tell them im gonna call the fuzz and in not so many words one of them tells me in subtle ways that he's a crip. Then they start taking inventory of my stuff and tell me i have too much nice stuff and that i need to "sell" it to them. They then call all their girlfriends and stuff over and start to party in my house. Total chaos! All the while i'm running around the house watching people take my computers, sneakers, equipment, fuck up my records. It was like Gremlins....with gully ass niggas. So in the chaos i manage to shoot off a call to the cops. The cops show up with dogs and all this shit, come to the house... everything stops. The cop runs his flashlight and shit all over people and says "Who's house is this?" (or something like that) I say mine and before i can say anything else....one of the guys says "But he's letting us stay here" The cop says "who is he letting stay here?" and everyone raises their hand.......he says to keep it down.......and leaves. Everyone jumps right back into it. Im like WTF?!?!?!?
So im going around the house again, but im noticing wherever something is missing, there is money sitting there. Sometimes the right amount, sometimes way too little, sometimes more than enough. So im like, fuck it...and start going around collecting money.
Fast forward through a hazy part of the dream that i dont really recall. It's daytime and somehow i've made "friends" with everyone...or something like it. Everyones just lampin...all in my yard...on my porch. A girl comes out of my house and tells me that she's sorry that this happened to me coz im a really nice guy. I look down and i say "are those my shoes?" and she says "oh yeah, here." and gives me some money. I think some other stuff happened after that but i dont remember...then i woke up. I walked into my living room half expecting to see some fool crashed on my couch....LOL!

What a weird dream...but i do think its highly symbolic. Didnt think so before, but since i typed it all out it actually makes since to me now. Except for ?uestlove. Thanks DDM!! You ARE actually worth something

[name change request]

juandingaling is upset that you're using this board as your personal blog

[Hey Bubu]

all that ruckus and no one was doing cocaine?


When the mcs came, to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
With before pete rock-ed it on, now gone
That the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
With the building to be born
Yo rza flip the track with the what to gut
Check em check chicka icka etta uhh

[djredeye]

i just remembered that the guy that said he was a crip might have been (or "looked" a lot like) Carl Craig....HAHHAHAHA!!!! Detroit in the house!

[djredeye]

Originally Posted by Hey Bubu

all that ruckus and no one was doing cocaine?

no there was no drugs or alcohol at all. Just looting and rummaging.

BUT now i remember the reason i was on the porch in the first place was because my former roomate had come over (who was rock-a-billy in the dream for some reason) and i had busted him trying to get into my house through a window...and i went out to confront him. As i chased him off i screamed "Fucking drug addict!!!" at him and he yelled back "Yeah, probobly!!!"...then thats when i noticed what was happening in my house.



wow

its like that Calvin Harris song!

[MacIX]

Yeah Scotty, I owe ya $5 for that dope lampshade. Your dream party/garage sells are off the hook! Thanks!