#whatdoyouremember

I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw someone posted a photo of an earthworm and all of a sudden my nightmare from last night rushed into my memories. I was helping some boy I pherhaps was dating but felt inside my head that I had told him many times I was not interested in him, who lived at home with his mom and him, who was a boy. His mom had an earthworm farm which really was just all the dirt and earthworms in a long wooden troff. I needed to help out this boy and his mother to gather earthworms from there and put them a few feet away in a beautiful garden. I was casually digging out the worms, which did not really bother me in my subconscious until I came across a giant centipede, and by giant I mean as big and thick as me a 23 year old human woman. I screamed instantly feeling frightened and jumped back. The mother of the boy seemed less afraid and exclaimed that he was there just to eat the worms that died. I instantly had a million questions run through my head like "How does he only eat the dead ones?" "How the fuck is he so giant?" "Why is he the colour of fresh and dried blood?" "He only eats fucking tiny earthworms? Wouldn't he want something more substantial?" As I was asking myself these questions he emerged from the troff and I looked over to the boy and the mother and they suddenly were wide-eyed nervous looking. This of course made me terrified. Next was a jumble of me not being able to see properly but understanding that the centipede was after us. I felt his many many sharp pointy legs trying to claw at me as I blindly stumbled for the bathroom to lock myself in it. Finally I got into the bathroom and soon after my friends from my conscious life were there trying to help me pick out a dress for that evening. I still felt petrified about where the centipede could be and felt I could not see anything properly. MC handed me dress after dress telling me it would be fine I would find the girl of my dreams

with this sprinkle 80's dress 

In this Barbie house

You and James are very cute

Where is the centipede?

Enter into my living room, although it is not my living room. It is dark with all the blinds closed and only a flickering glow from the television and I have to walk down two steps to enter. On the couch across from the television is my girlfriend although she did not resemble my actual girlfriend. She is using my bong and complaining that she doesn't like it and wishes she had a glass pipe. 

I nod, not sure what to say but all of a sudden I have to poo remembering I had not pooed in like 3 days. I walk up the two steps from the den like living room and turn right to enter the bathroom. I see now that my bathroom is a mezzanine sort of bathroom overlooking the living room with only a half wall and two pillars to the ceiling. I sit on the toilet and look at my girlfriend as she continues to wish out loud for a glass pipe. I think that I think to myself about the absurdness of the open concept bathroom, and then realize It is why I never have friends over because they are afraid to use my bathroom. My girlfriend answers my thoughts and says it is perfect for watching T.V. while you go to the bathroom because she lost the remote and hates turning it off to walk up to it.

Alarm

Greece

Sun

Uncertaintity, bracing myself, brows together, but really, why?

Alarm

10:00am

I walked into a store space that had awkwardly low ceilings and wall to wall office space carpeting. Accompanying myself were two beautiful girls, one with long brown hair and the other long blonde hair. I could not see anything past their hair, to me they were just two sets of hair floating around me, but I knew, deep down that they were considered beautiful girls. I also knew I was going to do yoga with them, and that the brown haired girl was going to try and have sex with both of us at the same time during yoga. 

Did I want it to happen? We walked past a small group of people doing yoga and the bald, thin instructor pointed to a closet door, were we could do our yoga class. We walked into the room/closet and it was very small, maybe enough room for one yoga mat, and the carpet continued into this room. We went down into child’s pose but it was so crowded we could hardly fit, but the room adjusted so we could each fit just right into our positions. The blonde girl bent over in front of me and I knew then that she wanted to initiate the sex not the brunette. As she slid forward on her hands her butt peeked out of her yoga pants and revealed so much curly blonde hair Light turns on Familiar voice

Familiar voice

Girlfriend tells me she is worried about her oral presentation and that I sleep really late

I think that I am an artists and everything is fleeting

I walk past the popular successful stores and down some stairs to a part of the mall that has no windows and only a few open stores that make me feel lonely. As I approach these few independent, clearly unsuccessful stores I realize I am the owner of this mall. I realize that is why I have ventured down to this part of the mall, to talk to these store owners. I approach the flower shop first and extend my hand out to a bald man in his early 30's holding a single flower, seemingly ready to hand it out to the first (and perhaps only) person to venture down this side of the mall today.

"Hello, I am the mall owner" I say, extending my hand farther. He reaches out and shakes it with what I feel is a very good, firm, handshake.

"Hello!" He exclaims, excitement and hope on his face. "My name is Andrew and this is my flower shop."

I then realize I am here to tell them I will be finding them another spot in the busy part of the mall, since I do own the mall and I can rent out whatever store spot I want. I proceed to tell Andrew this, explaining that I will be kicking out the store that sells those cheap plastic children's jewelry and gives out two for one ear piercings, and I would like his flower shop to move there. He is very thankful but I seem to have decided that I would continue right away and turn my attention to a small restaurant with a man sitting on a computer. I don't mean to, but I notice the man searching on the computer "the best sauce recipe in the world" in his search engine. I briefly wonder why but then just give him the same speech and he seems equally as thankful, gesturing to his empty tables and turned off stove.

I then continue down a hallway and come to a larger store with big open windows looking in, which is needed to see the showroom of this furniture store. Inside it resembles a 1980's cottage with raw wood trim and dark green and pale pink accents. There is an older woman with thick black glasses near the back and I ask her if she is the owner. She shakes her head and holds up her index finger telling me to hold on. In a second a man comes from the back also with thick black glasses and a thick beard, with a striking resemblance to Jason Lee. I tell the thick rimmed pair who I am and what I am here for and they are even more thankful for me coming down there personally and telling them the good news. I feel good about myself for making others feel good and I take in the furniture of the 1980's wooden cottage one last time before I turn around and,

Brick walls in clubs?

colourful lights, pinks and purples?

Gay men that make me feel happy and warm my heart because I love seeing cute gay couples.

feelings of self-righteousness and understanding I am wearing clothes that are expensive and look fucking good on me.

10:00 am lying in the middle of the bed, earplugs have fallen out of both ears, girlfriend out of bed already...