microsoft_golf
05-31-2002, 08:34 PM
ok so i've had this dream twice......once was long ago....say about a year.....then the other was....about 5 months ago.....and it always takes place in the same yard.........but this yard dosn't exist.....(at least i dont think it does) well neways all the time the detail and the yard looks exactly like it did........
Dream One:
this yard has maybe 6 lines, and i've painted in between lines....so i'm done my peice and observe another peice.....its by wasp.....so i was like......damn....have to get a flick....so i get the flick.....i get out of the yard...or layup and head off to the bus stop where theres some other dude, we wait ......the bus comes and we both hop on......we sit in the back of the bus.....i observe paint on his fingers...i ask you write? he says yeah.....what do you write? i ask.......oh wasp......did you just do a piece at the yard (in daytime) yeah...he says...i was like cool...then i woke up.......
Dream Two:
i'm heading to this same exact yard......bag full of paint big smile on my face.....i see two people....i start walking down this large line.....and i meet up with these writers.....i'm like hey!! your ---- and ------ how are you guys doing? then one writer says to the other dont talk to him......he's a toy (holy shit i called myself a toy.....in my own dream) i look at him as if i was going to hurt him....and his buddy being his bitch and all......leaves the current spot they where painting and go somewhere else......
there you go 2 fucked up dreams.......if any of you other people have had fucked up painting dream....or just painting dreams in gerneral....do tell......
Dream One:
this yard has maybe 6 lines, and i've painted in between lines....so i'm done my peice and observe another peice.....its by wasp.....so i was like......damn....have to get a flick....so i get the flick.....i get out of the yard...or layup and head off to the bus stop where theres some other dude, we wait ......the bus comes and we both hop on......we sit in the back of the bus.....i observe paint on his fingers...i ask you write? he says yeah.....what do you write? i ask.......oh wasp......did you just do a piece at the yard (in daytime) yeah...he says...i was like cool...then i woke up.......
Dream Two:
i'm heading to this same exact yard......bag full of paint big smile on my face.....i see two people....i start walking down this large line.....and i meet up with these writers.....i'm like hey!! your ---- and ------ how are you guys doing? then one writer says to the other dont talk to him......he's a toy (holy shit i called myself a toy.....in my own dream) i look at him as if i was going to hurt him....and his buddy being his bitch and all......leaves the current spot they where painting and go somewhere else......
there you go 2 fucked up dreams.......if any of you other people have had fucked up painting dream....or just painting dreams in gerneral....do tell......