it's amazing i sleep...

fasten your seat belts... even with my imagination, i couldn't make up this stuff.

my dream started with me being asleep - imagine that - in my room and being awakened by justin and friends downstairs. unimaginable, too, right? they're downstairs talking about how i sleep naked. landon is the only other person's voice i recognize before i hear them trying to get in the door.

they finally make it in and i see one of the other guys is frat boy boy that i can't remember his name. trick is, he's wearing a dress. landon is behind him and is in a leopard print leotard and a long blonde wig. justin is naked.

they all leave except justin who lays in my bed and talks to me about brennan, his boyfriend, who is getting on his nerves. we end up messing around a little bit but nothing too serious.

then... i'm in old-atlanta. i guess it's somewhere downtown because there are lots of buildings and a lot of activity with the locals shopping. i'm with and older lady but i think i'm just helping her; i don't believe i knew her.

regardless, she wants to go to this place that turns out to be like a farmers market or craft market. we begin to walk but she can't make it so we hop aboard a trolley, much like those in san francisco. it's nice, if even in a dream, to ride on a street car. it gave a feeling of stature and wealth.

we make it to the market and begin to shop, yet there wasn't much there. in fact, there was nothing there for me. i realized that the lady had been drinking alcohol, thus the reason she couldn't walk earlier. i then went to get her a coke, which costs fifty cent. (that's a lot for the time period we were in!) one lady told me to just get it for free since she realized it was for the lady who was intoxicated and might be sick.

well, well, well. this other fat bitch told me i couldn't get it. she probably wouldn't have noticed i was there but it was a weird fountain. the ice and coke came out of the same spigot. AND pepsi was in the same fountain... that was weird.

anyway, i, of course, argue with her when a black gentleman walks over and suggests to her that she calm down and let me have the drink for free. after all, i was in a very nice suit and top hat and looked as if i owned half the city.

with my smart mouth, i said to her that i was going to tell everyone i knew that a black man was nicer to me than a southern woman and people surely would never shop with her again. (of course, the black people in that period were meant to be seen and not heard, thus my comment.)

however, the man was furious and told me that was no way to talk to a woman. he brandished a hot piece of metal from his blacksmith shop and try to burn me with it. i held it with my hand and it burned. then, he put it between my neck and shoulder and i passed out.

when i woke up -- still in the dream -- i was putting wood over this freshly dug grave. i little black boy came up to me and asked it this was his daddy's grave. i was crying and couldn't answer but another little boy did. he told the child yes.

i began to sob even harder and fell to my knees dislodging some of the boards that apparently i'd placed over the grave. i guess i killed the guy after he burned me, i don't know.

as far as the woman, i'm not sure where she went...