Whenever I'm feeling upset or depressed, or any other number of things, I like to write. I shouldn't say "like to," I just do. It helps me get my head straight, sort things out. I just wrote this one, and now hopefully I can get to sleep.

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I'm two inches tall and there's a black leather boot about to step on me. I can't move, I'm frozen in terror. I look in every direction, unable to turn my head. My eyes see nothing but vacancy in every direction. Slowly, the crushing foot is coming towards me. I want to scream but I don't because my mind is saying it won't accomplish anything. I finally muster up the courage to at least shout, and as the ever so loud exclamation of "fuck off" leaves my mouth, the boot begins to retract itself as if the owner wearing it is toppling over backwards at the sound of my voice. I grow taller and taller as she falls back, her body hitting the floor with what would have been a great loud thud if I were still a mere few inches. But I've grown, grown to the clouds, my head so high up in the clouds I can barely see her. But I can still see her, and I look at her with an intensity even I've never witnessed in a mirror. My eyes turn to razor blades, and like the sun through a magnifying glass I evaporate her from this plane of existence, leaving not a single trace behind. I don't smile. I simply find myself now 5'11", in a crowd of people all moving about their business, living their lives like any other day. I start to walk forward, and soon become lost in the crowd, one more person going about his business, continuing where he left off and living to the best of his abilities. I remind myself, just before I disappear completely, that I won't ever let myself be tread upon ever again.

So I had this crazy dream last night...

The streets are littered with people, and I'm wandering around with a few friends (none of which I actually recognize), and we're all just looking for something to do. The neon light from the signs on the clubs reflected in the rain, giving a very Blade Runner-esque atmosphere to the whole environment. (Something tells me this whole thing was very much influenced by what I was writing last night.)

And suddenly, there she was, this beautiful girl. (For some reason I think she was a Depeche Mode fan, no idea why.) So I think to myself "I should totally introduce myself." She's walking in the same direction I was headed so I follow, but she's keeping the same distance from me as when I first saw her. Eventually she disappears in the crowd, but where she was going was quite apparent. This club had a big crowd around it, and I finally spotted her going inside, but her clothes had changed and she was wearing a tuxedo. Jacket, pants, bow-tie, ruffles, everything.

So I walk up to the entrance but the bouncer is all "Can't come in here bro" and points to a sign which states:

-Patrons Are Required To Dress In Attire Of Opposite Gender

Now, this girl was so damn attractive I ended up wearing this ridiculous plastic pink and black dress, and a pair of heels (which I quickly broke so I could walk like a bit more normally). This place is huge, like an opera house. The ceiling is hundreds of feet up, with incredibly detailed paintings covering it, like the Sistine Chapel. Massive chandeliers look like they're floating above the crowd in the lobby, which is a collection of various cross-dressed people, some taking it more seriously than others. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and am happy to see I just look like a guy dressed up as a chick as a joke for Halloween.

I spot the girl again, and she's headed for the main hall, which is filled with hundreds of thousands of seats, and there's a massive stage up front, twice as big as the one at Shea's. And there's an open seat right behind her. So I go down, I sit, and I actually introduce myself. And within nanoseconds she and I are getting along as if we've known each other for years, and it's all going great.

Unfortunately this dream didn't end with any sort of erotic content, or anything along the lines of what had been going on previously at all. Instead my phone and laptop (why the hell did I have my laptop with me??) both died from puncture wounds, and I somehow managed to call/text my dad to tell him I needed a new phone and computer.



Don't ask me to analyze this, but feel free to take a crack at it yourself.