{"id":6,"date":"2003-02-23T19:10:13","date_gmt":"2003-02-24T04:10:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2003\/02\/23\/odd-dreams\/"},"modified":"2003-02-23T19:10:13","modified_gmt":"2003-02-24T04:10:13","slug":"odd-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2003\/02\/23\/odd-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Odd Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Really fucked up dream &#8211; it just kept continuing everytime I woke up and went back to sleep. TBF says that happens when the subconscious is trying to work on something &#8211; but WHAT? *L* so.. we save it here for posterity:<\/p>\n<p>Asshole was home &#8211; and all his friends showed up to clean out the garage &#8211; one with a miniature garbage truck even&#8230; T was there, some other little latino guy, and the girl with the garbage truck (not familiiar)..<br \/>\nThey like swept out everything from the garage &#8211; threw EVERYTHING (even the pile of laundry which had me screaming at T because I only had what I was wearing at the moment left) away, t pointed out where he&#8217;d placed the laundry, we were slow dancing in the garage (who knows &#8211; it was a dream)<br \/>\n the other latino loaded up his truck, Asshole jumped in, and as they were driving away I saw two little heads poke out of the garbage can &#8211; laughing, and asshole and the little latino laughing too and waving.. the pup and nephew were riding in the garbage can and everyone seemed to think it was fine &#8211; t held me back so I couldn&#8217;t go after them.<br \/>\n I grabbed the phone, had to leave a voice mail on the girl in the dumptruck&#8217;s phone because she didn&#8217;t have it on, telling them to at Least buckle the kids in and bring them right back home &#8211; they ahd stowaways&#8230;. no answer, no return call.<br \/>\n that was the first wake up&#8230;<br \/>\nthen when went back to bed, it started again, and still no kids &#8211; but no asshole either, so assumed he had them.  ultra slow mo &#8211; nothing really happened everyone moving normally, but just a passage of time&#8230; that was the when asshole called to wake me up again<br \/>\n then in the last hour &#8211; I finally freak out cuz its been like 6 hours, and Asshole shows up without the kids &#8220;dunno waht your talking about, they&#8217;re here with you.&#8221; and I go BALLISTIC&#8230; call Jen &#8211; find out the little latino had dropped off timothy, but no one has seen the pup, I slam out, dialing 911, scream at asshole to find the &#8220;goddamn little spic and get my fucking daughter back you piece of shit&#8221; Mom hears this and heads my way -jen is somehow there playing baseball with timothy and still no pup, T runs down the street toward the latino&#8217;s place, then asshole comes STORMING back from the latino&#8217;s place, saying that the guy hadn&#8217;t seen the pup at all.., hops in the VW bug that&#8217;s oddly the highth of a jacked up pickup, I climb in he doesn&#8217;t wait until I&#8217;m in or my mother who&#8217;s coming with us, almost hits her with the car, I get in and into the backseat, mom is climbing in&#8230;.Assholes already moving..<\/p>\n<p> &#8230;I get pounced by the pup who&#8217;s home from church and telling me I shouldn&#8217;t be sleeping. *shakes head* so there ya go.<\/p>\n<p>And there ya go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Really fucked up dream &#8211; it just kept continuing everytime I woke up and went back to sleep. TBF says that happens when the subconscious is trying to work on something &#8211; but WHAT? *L* so.. we save it here for posterity: Asshole was home &#8211; and all his friends showed up to clean out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-myriad"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}