Boyfriend and Mason, a friend in Austin, had separately found dragon eggs and were figuring out how to hatch them. The government was absolutely opposed, although figured they could employ whichever was hatching good dragons, rather than evil. Seems like a pretty sweet pet, for a country, I remember thinking.
I wanted to see them, and I knew that neither Boyfriend nor Mason would let me past all their security, not when they were this close to hatching. I decided to break into Mason's and steal the eggs, though I'm not sure why.
While I was trying to get past the intense security to Mason's dragons, my dream switched to something about the scene shop and a party that was coming up. Weak.
The half-asleep obsessions with what my own mind creates when my conscious self takes the back seat to sleep. And other such wanderings.
Showing posts with label Austin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Austin. Show all posts
09 April 2011
08 January 2011
Shiner isn't that great, sorry.
I was trying to get back to Austin and for some reason I was taking a bus/cab service. The vehicle was like a shorter version of a VW van and it was personally owned by this girl Allie. I think I knew her in the dream, but I have no idea who she is now that I'm awake. Anyway, I was trying to get back to Austin and I was extremely frustrated with how long it was taking us to leave when all of a sudden she starts flipping out and saying she needed a Shiner. Seriously fucking insane flipping out; she had crazy eyes and kept blocking me from leaving. I thought she might kill me if she ever got me in the bus and we actually left the city. So I convinced her I was going inside the airport, which we were parked just outside of, to buy her a Shiner. She tried to keep my belongings in the van but I reasoned with her that I couldn't buy her a Shiner without my ID/wallet and that I should take my phone in case they were out of Shiner (so I could find out what her second choice was). I ditched the rest of my things and went into the airport with the intention of finding a plane to Austin.
Once inside the airport, I realized it was actually a terminal for boat services. Half of the building (the back half, which was on a river of some sort) was just docks that were full of senior citizens on their way to a cruise ship. One of the old ladies asked me if I knew the Whitecorn dance and when I said I didn't, she took my hands and tried to teach it to me. I was wearing some seriously awesome red leather boots, too. I picked up the dance relatively quickly (as not many old dances are that complicated) and decided to walk her to her ship and say goodbye. We reached her dock and started to walk towards the boat and i woke up.
Once inside the airport, I realized it was actually a terminal for boat services. Half of the building (the back half, which was on a river of some sort) was just docks that were full of senior citizens on their way to a cruise ship. One of the old ladies asked me if I knew the Whitecorn dance and when I said I didn't, she took my hands and tried to teach it to me. I was wearing some seriously awesome red leather boots, too. I picked up the dance relatively quickly (as not many old dances are that complicated) and decided to walk her to her ship and say goodbye. We reached her dock and started to walk towards the boat and i woke up.
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