I will survive even if I have to burn down your place to do it.
Author: dude_04
In a dream last night, I was on a beach type resort. My family was there on vacation and my dad was there. Every time he would try to talk to me or be in a room alone with me I would walk away.
*GAP*
The next thing that I can recall was that through out the dream I hear people talk about a guy named EJ. I knew it couldn’t be “my” EJ because we were so far away.
Then I saw a beautiful black man and some chick in a bikini. They were playing around on a towel over the sand. I was on the balcony of the apartment my family was renting. I could see them perfectly. As the girl left, I got a better glimps of his face.
it looked like EJ. Could it really be him?
Sure enough it was. I said something to the effect of, “this couldn’t be…” He responded, and I ran across the apartment to the door. Hoping that he would still be there, I changed jackets from my normal blue one to a different one that felt the same but I didn’t really look at it. I got outside, and walked until I decided to look down where I saw my PEPTOBISMAL PINK JACKET.
I was freaked out for four seconds. Then I figured, “screw it!” I kept walking until I saw EJ walking across the corner of the building. He made some reference toward me wanting to by some of his drugs?
Note toward reader… EJ would never use drugs. He’s an athlete and no… He would never touch anything like that. I’ve never even heard him say the word drug.
I was of coarse shocked, but I still declined. He walked away. The next thing I remember would be Byron and a friend of his from middle school (Reggie) walked into EJ’s apartment. I grabbed Byron and told him not to go in there because of the drug thing. Then I told Reggie not to either.
*GAP*
I’m not clear on this, but I think I busted up into EJ’s place, started doing some Matrix style fighting, and burned down his place. I hope he was out of it before it burned. Anyway…
END of DREAM
The whole dream had something to do with drugs from the start with my father to the end of me kicking the asses of drug traffickers. Was it a good dream or bad? Prophetic or totally unrelated to my life? I think me beating the drug dudes was a symbol of my attitude towards it. I know that I won’t date a guy that drinks, smokes, or does any type of drug. EJ played the role of a heterosexual through out the dream while I was wear a PINK jacket (can’t get queer then that.) It’s almost as if we both played the extremities of what I perceive us to be. Then again it’s also possible that I was playing the feminine and EJ was playing the masculine rule, but I’m not a feminine person. Hello, Level 2 at straight acting! Maybe I was forcing square pegs into round holes by trying to place EJ and me into the traditional relationship role. Subconsciously, of coarse.
Good or bad? I guess that’s how I perceive it. I won the battle but lost the one guy that I’ve wanted for nearly 4 years now. Maybe it was a sign that one day I will get over him. I will survive even if I have to burn down your place to do it.
