Cut the Shit

Nightmares and Dreamscapes

I had the weirdest dream last night. I woke up from it at around 4am and had a very fitful sleep after that. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. Here’s what happened and hells if I can make any sense out of it.

From what I can remember, I was hanging out in a large auditorium style room with hundreds of people. There were people that I knew personally, but the majority of the crowd were people that I had never met. Along the back wall were different types of carnival games (like the one where you have to throw a basketball through a hoop to win a prize). I ventured over to that game and caught the eye of an incredibly attractive black man. He was very tall and thin, but when we locked eyes, I got the feeling that he was interested in getting to know me personally…and sexually!

I watched this dude play a few rounds of the game and while I was standing there, another tall, good looking black guy came up to me and started a conversation. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but I do remember that we hit it off and walked away from the game. I looked back to see the other guy staring at me with angry eyes, upset that I took off with another man.

An announcement came over the PA system that informed us that the sleepover portion of the event was about to begin (um, ok…fair enough!). My new friend and I found our sleeping bags and we started to set them up on the floor. Since there were so many people at this “event”, floor space was hard to come by. There were some people I knew personally settling down in my general vicinity, but mostly there were faces that I didn’t recognize.

As we were getting comfortable, the first guy that I made eye contact with, at the basketball game, came over and started talking to my new friend. I tried to listen to their conversation, but I couldn’t hear anything. Once I sat down on my sleeping bag, my new friend asks if he could borrow my hat. I say “sure” and he puts it on his head. I smile thinking that I’ve just met the hottest, nicest new guy at the party.

“I’ll be right back”, the guy with my hat says.

He then walks away with the other black guy and I watch them until they leave my sightline. I then sat on the sleeping bag waiting for the movie to start. Oh yeah, did I fail to mention there was a movie being shown? Well, that’s exactly how I felt in the moment. I was like “There’s a movie coming on? Cool!”

Anyways…

A few moments later, the guy that took my hat came back to my sleeping bag and threw my hat on the ground. I noticed that there was a gallon of puke inside my hat.

“What the fuck did you do to my hat?”

“We threw up in it. What do you think of that?”

“What?!?! Go clean it out!”

“Fuck you asshole!”

The fury started building in my body and I picked up the hat (yes there was vomit sloshing around and falling on to the floor). When I went to readdress the two guys, they had disappeared.

“Where did they go? Did anyone see those two guys who just puked in my hat?”

There was a slight murmuring in the crowd and for some reason I decided to go person to person to ask why these two guys threw up in my hat. During my interrogation, the lights went down and the movie started to play.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! Turn the lights on until I figure out why these two guys puked in my hat!”

The lights came back on and there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me angrily.

“Sit the fuck down!” someone yelled.

“I really need to know where those two guys are that threw up in my hat!” I screamed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” someone screamed. And with that, I got hit in the face with some sort of garbage.

“Stop throwing shit at me and help me!” I pleaded.

The laughter and taunting rose to extreme proportions and I started to get so angry that tears were stinging my eyes. More people threw garbage at me and I just stood there begging someone to help me. My clothes were getting all fucked up and I was still holding the hat with the vomit in it.

“Please. Can someone please help me? Please!”

Then I woke up.

Really nice dream, eh?

I’m not entirely sure what this dream means, but I’ll tell you this…it’s the LAST time I ever let a black guy borrow my hat!

Heh.