Monday, March 7, 2011
a cop story.
A close friend and I are rookie cops on our first job. We are after a career criminal that has done alot of petty crimes. We track him for a while to see what he is up to in various places; convenience stores, arcades, etc. We then go undercover and befriend him and he turns out to be a very charismatic, nice guy. We go to his expensive loft apartment where he cares for his sick mother. All of a sudden we are in a high speed chase with him, chasing him through a train for an arrest and he is really good at evading us. I get into a fight with him in a barn and knock him to the ground with a punch. I turn to get my handcuffs to arrest the guy and he gets away. My partner gets mad because the guy got away from him too. I am then told by someone that my friend requested another partner b/c of what happened with the arrest and I am furious. I see my old partner around and make sarcastic remarks about how he requested to work with someone else. He doesn't say anything but looks guilty. Then we have a meeting with some sort of supervisor about the guy getting away and find out he had been arrested 14 times before and let go. I tell the supervisor that it isn't fair to come down so hard on two rookies on their first case. We get let off with a warning.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
another mix.
had trouble sleeping so had a bunch of different dreams:
-i had one dream where my grandmother is alive and sleeping in a room. this happens often but i usually regard her being alive as normal within the dream. this time i questioned her being alive and went to check on her. it turned out to be my aunt, who is also dead irl. she yelled at me for waking her and i ran off.
-me and david cross are living together in an apartment with my mom and a bunch of other friends/family. for some reason he is drunk and packing a suitcase, saying he is going to leave his girlfriend who is staying with us. i tell him he is being irrational and give him the reasons why. he listens and agrees that he is drunk and being weird, but continues to pack anyway. he eventually goes to bed and falls asleep. then its morning. I see one of my cousins (at a much younger age then she is now) and tell her good morning. i am putting on lotion and for some reason i put a bunch of it on her face. my sister then tells me how weird it is to do that and i agree.
-in a neighborhood of new houses. me, my sister and my uncle are driving around in a suv with a bunch of old newspaper that needs to be recycled. we spot a big green dumpster (container?) by the community pool in the neighborhood. when we get to the pool there are a bunch of hispanic kids standing in and around the pool (for some reason i distinctly remember them all being hispanic, like speaking spanish and brown skinned). when i get to the recycling container it looks like a coke machine on the outside with no buttons and overflowing with newspaper. charlie sheen is hanging out by the coke machine-esque recycling box. I joke with him about an expensive t-shirt with some graphic on it that he is wearing, he states that he bought three shirts like it recently but has no idea where the other two are.
we are at my uncles house,now with my dad, unloading boards from the back of a short flatbed truck. he is laughing and joking while telling me to be careful of these heavy metal slats that are built into the truck bed that he almost smashes my hand while moving. i leave to go set up their internet connection that my aunt has asked me to set up. after i log in and get the internet working the screen flashes between a bunch of people from a webcam viewpoint surfing the web. some are just siting there, some are masturbating and/or are half nude. i look up from the screen and im on a toliet in a bathroom inside of a bedroom. a cousin of mine walks into the room and starts talking to me from outside the bathroom about sports. he pokes his head into the bathroom to make a joke about me pooping and i tell him im not doing anything, which i wasn't even though my pants were down. he walks back into the bedroom and i ask him why there are so many people on his mom's internet connection. he says she wanted it that way for some unknown reason. i tell him about the people i could see on the screen. he laughs.
-i had one dream where my grandmother is alive and sleeping in a room. this happens often but i usually regard her being alive as normal within the dream. this time i questioned her being alive and went to check on her. it turned out to be my aunt, who is also dead irl. she yelled at me for waking her and i ran off.
-me and david cross are living together in an apartment with my mom and a bunch of other friends/family. for some reason he is drunk and packing a suitcase, saying he is going to leave his girlfriend who is staying with us. i tell him he is being irrational and give him the reasons why. he listens and agrees that he is drunk and being weird, but continues to pack anyway. he eventually goes to bed and falls asleep. then its morning. I see one of my cousins (at a much younger age then she is now) and tell her good morning. i am putting on lotion and for some reason i put a bunch of it on her face. my sister then tells me how weird it is to do that and i agree.
-in a neighborhood of new houses. me, my sister and my uncle are driving around in a suv with a bunch of old newspaper that needs to be recycled. we spot a big green dumpster (container?) by the community pool in the neighborhood. when we get to the pool there are a bunch of hispanic kids standing in and around the pool (for some reason i distinctly remember them all being hispanic, like speaking spanish and brown skinned). when i get to the recycling container it looks like a coke machine on the outside with no buttons and overflowing with newspaper. charlie sheen is hanging out by the coke machine-esque recycling box. I joke with him about an expensive t-shirt with some graphic on it that he is wearing, he states that he bought three shirts like it recently but has no idea where the other two are.
we are at my uncles house,now with my dad, unloading boards from the back of a short flatbed truck. he is laughing and joking while telling me to be careful of these heavy metal slats that are built into the truck bed that he almost smashes my hand while moving. i leave to go set up their internet connection that my aunt has asked me to set up. after i log in and get the internet working the screen flashes between a bunch of people from a webcam viewpoint surfing the web. some are just siting there, some are masturbating and/or are half nude. i look up from the screen and im on a toliet in a bathroom inside of a bedroom. a cousin of mine walks into the room and starts talking to me from outside the bathroom about sports. he pokes his head into the bathroom to make a joke about me pooping and i tell him im not doing anything, which i wasn't even though my pants were down. he walks back into the bedroom and i ask him why there are so many people on his mom's internet connection. he says she wanted it that way for some unknown reason. i tell him about the people i could see on the screen. he laughs.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
birthday mix.
-being a spectator to a candy competition that involved running and seeing who could identify flavors first
-flying to mars, crash landing there and building a house with stuff from the mars home depot
-my sister and i playing the simpson's monopoly that had talking pieces
-watching radiohead in concert at the cynthia woods pavilion again (i left cd on repeat while i was sleeping)
-flying to mars, crash landing there and building a house with stuff from the mars home depot
-my sister and i playing the simpson's monopoly that had talking pieces
-watching radiohead in concert at the cynthia woods pavilion again (i left cd on repeat while i was sleeping)
Saturday, June 23, 2007
rappers and family.
first: a bunch of family from both sides of my family are at the hospital for some reason. my grandfather on my dad's side is very angry about the fact that people had some problems with and are complaining about my dead grandmother on my mom's side of the family. some of us go to my grandparent's house on my dad's side and were having a small party for some awards show that was on tv. one of my uncle's gets mad because one of my cousin's didn't make some punch that he said he was going to. i was in front of the tv playing with my digital camera, for some reason i was taking it apart and broke it.
then me and two other friends are at a freestyle type party session featuring jay-z, mos def and others. people are just hanging out freestyling against each other. i leave this and have just parked my car in a shitty apartment complex. i am walking to lil wayne's girlfriend's apartment to hang out at another freestyle hang out type party. i walk in and lil wayne is laying on the floor with his girlfriend watching tv. the girlfriend's dad, who happens to be george foreman, is lying on the couch also watching tv, i slap him on the arm and say hello.
then me and two other friends are at a freestyle type party session featuring jay-z, mos def and others. people are just hanging out freestyling against each other. i leave this and have just parked my car in a shitty apartment complex. i am walking to lil wayne's girlfriend's apartment to hang out at another freestyle hang out type party. i walk in and lil wayne is laying on the floor with his girlfriend watching tv. the girlfriend's dad, who happens to be george foreman, is lying on the couch also watching tv, i slap him on the arm and say hello.
Friday, June 22, 2007
movie form.
i often dream in movie form which is basically where the dream is set up just like a movie with plot devices and movie stars and stuff, things will happen such as me having the perspective of a "camera" instead of one actual being, i'll see stuff that characters in the dream will not have known have happened, etc. today i also was having a dream within a dream where i would wake up from the movie dream and check the clock by my bed thinking i was going to be late for work but not actually getting up to check another clock to see the correct time. this kept happening over and over again. for this reason alot of the movie dream is hard to remember.
movie dream:
"jane" and i are private investigators who are working for a man and woman who are museum owners. we are investigating their daughters death. the other woman investigator is at one of the museum's exhibits one night and sees catherine zeta jones there. this cause a big commotion at the exhibit, people taking pictures and rushing over to see her. jane comes back to our office the next day to tell me this and how surprised she was that jones was even at the gallery. i tell her we need to talk to the museum owners about this and we leave to the museum.
when we arrive at the museum the place is completely burned inside, everything black with light shining through a window to the two owners sitting on a desk at the end of a large room. we asked them what happened, they say that the big commotion of zeta jones caused the fire somehow and that they lost everything. they are both very upset and the woman goes outside. the museum is right next door to a beach and the woman stands there very close to the water watching the waves crash all around her, the water is very choppy. she wants to "be apart of all that chaos", takes off the sheer white nightgown she is wearing, throws it down and jumps in.
i go outside to talk to the woman and i can't find her, all i see is the nightgown, balled up on the ground, soaking wet. i take it inside to the museum owners apartment where jane and the husband are. its a very small place. he is at the dining room table, standing looking very distraught. i give him the nightgown that i found at the beach, telling him that i think she jumped in and killed herself. he makes a joke about how terrible things have gotten for him and how it couldn't get any worse and we all laugh.
movie dream:
"jane" and i are private investigators who are working for a man and woman who are museum owners. we are investigating their daughters death. the other woman investigator is at one of the museum's exhibits one night and sees catherine zeta jones there. this cause a big commotion at the exhibit, people taking pictures and rushing over to see her. jane comes back to our office the next day to tell me this and how surprised she was that jones was even at the gallery. i tell her we need to talk to the museum owners about this and we leave to the museum.
when we arrive at the museum the place is completely burned inside, everything black with light shining through a window to the two owners sitting on a desk at the end of a large room. we asked them what happened, they say that the big commotion of zeta jones caused the fire somehow and that they lost everything. they are both very upset and the woman goes outside. the museum is right next door to a beach and the woman stands there very close to the water watching the waves crash all around her, the water is very choppy. she wants to "be apart of all that chaos", takes off the sheer white nightgown she is wearing, throws it down and jumps in.
i go outside to talk to the woman and i can't find her, all i see is the nightgown, balled up on the ground, soaking wet. i take it inside to the museum owners apartment where jane and the husband are. its a very small place. he is at the dining room table, standing looking very distraught. i give him the nightgown that i found at the beach, telling him that i think she jumped in and killed herself. he makes a joke about how terrible things have gotten for him and how it couldn't get any worse and we all laugh.
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