I was back in my house where I used to live in Wisconsin, and my parents were having a falling out with some stupid people. Something about my Dad ruining his children’s lives or something. They were these uber-Christian dorks who seemed insistent on sticking their noses into everyone else’s lives and telling them how it should be lived. Eventually, after my Dad flipped and told them to leave, he went out and traded the Impala for what looked like an old original Mustang (64 1/2 – 66) Don’t know why, he just did. Soon after, the idiots called the cops on us for making too much noise entering and exiting our house.
Let me remind you that our old house was located five miles out of town, between three cornfields a a major highway.
So the cops show up, and then I do. Basically, my parents had been telling me all about this, so I finally got pissed off and came over. I got to be a ringer, hee hee ^_^ So anyway, I get there, ask the cops what’s going on. They tell me about the noise complaint, and I roll my eyes and say “Well, I’m going to go sue everyone in Chicago because they make too much noise going in and out of their houses!” The cop kinda gives me this “I know it’s bullshit” look and I go inside. Inside are the idiots trying to incriminate my family. Everyone turns at me when I go in. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and trying my best to look imposing. I start getting in the face of the dumbasses, and their son, some pudgy teenager with a bowl cut, finally tries to come at me.
I woke up soon after, but I was pretty sure I took him down ^_^
I woke up with a smile on my face.
And no, I didn’t have a bowl cut when I was younger, so there’s no “inner child struggle” symbolism.
All I know is that this was probably because right now in Minnesota we have some dumbfuck white trash neighbors who insist on turning everyone else in on charges in an attempt to make them forget about their miserable lives. For us, it’s our dog, who has three legs and is about as vicious as a cotton ball in a stiff breeze. Their dogs, however, bark continuously, (I think we counted four hours straight at one point) are rarely fed, and have a tendency to get out and attack people like the poor natural gas tech working on our houses. We turned in their dogs, so of course they turn in ours every time he barks.
Anyway, moving on…
A few nights ago:
I’m sitting in what looks like a country club or something, dressed nicely. It looks like I’ve been at work and this is my lunch break. One of my friends is just getting done playing tennis, and she’s in the little tennis get-up (all white with the skirt and the headband and whatnot) and she’s waiting for me on a bench. I’ve brought some deep friend cheese curds, which is apparently a regular thing for us to do when we meet for lunch.
Don’t ask, I don’t know ^_^
Anyway, we have nice little small talk. I try not to get lost in her eyes or her amazing kindness, because she’s got a guy and that’s not a nice thing to do. Part of me says I deserve her more than the guy does, but I’m able to quell that rebellion. I mean, she’s gorgeous, intelligent, she seems pretty much perfect. What do I have to offer to get her away from her current guy, ya know?
So we’re down to the last curd. I reach for it and she slaps my hand away, hungrily shoving the cheese nugget in her mouth with great relish. I’d never seen her eat so hungrily, so I ask her what’s up. Then, in a great moment of out of character behavior, she says that she was up all night with the boyfriend, and then makes a bunch of pantomiming, hip thrusting, gestures in her seat. Now this surprises me because she’s usually rather demure in public, and it also pains my heart because, I guess in context of this story, I have a deep love for her and I feel like I’m the one that should be with her.
She sees me look a little confused. I don’t know if she saw that I was hurt, but that doesn’t matter.
Because then she gives me that smile, and I melt.
Switch to me heading back to work, chastising myself like I usually do.
“That’s the reason girls don’t want you. You’re too easy. You melt at every look and smile! Girls want a guy they have to work at, a guy they have to chip away a stoic and macho exterior to get to, well, you. You’re a Cadbury egg with no chocolate, boy! Get some chocolate!”
But not matter, how loud Willy yells, I’m still lost in that smile.
I can never quite understand her smile. Is it a smile like “I’m so glad you’re here with me, someone I can talk to,” or more like “I’m so glad you’re here with me, can’t you see I want you to take me away with you?”
Part of me wants to believe that, but that second one can’t be right. She’s too perfect, I couldn’t possibly deserve something like that, etc. etc.
Cue the wake-up.
So there are two of my dreams from the past week. I may be back to give you a Choir Tour rundown, I may not ^_^
Watch this space!
Willy and Eric.