Saturday, April 18, 2009
Why I Went Ghost On Yall
I had a dream the other day.It was trippy as hell(like all my dreams) and i don't remember much about it.But there is one part i remember vividly.I'm standing at a bus stop in some unknown,dark,gloomy city.Across the street from the mall.I have shopping bags all around my feet.There's an old lady sitting on the bench.She looks up at me.I give her the E.T. fingers,peace sign that i'm famous for.She looks and smiles.She has on shades.And a cane.I'm guessing she was blind.She then takes off the shades.After taking a hurtful glance into her cold desolate eyes,i quickly look away.I then realized how rude that seemed so i turned back and smiled.Then i thought outloud,"She's blind dumbass.She didn't notice."Whoops!She then says to me"How do you do young man?"Her voice was so chilling.It was old and crackly.Almost like the crypt keeper's.I swear i saw a cobweb hanging out her mouth.Anyways....I'm all like"I'm good.How are you?"She said"fine".This is where it gets weird.She looks down,or so it appears and she's like"nice shoes".The shoes aren't important.I start bugging out!I say to her,"Excuse me?I don't think i heard you right."She repeats,"Nice shoes".I then speak gibberish like words,but i think i said,"You're blind!How can you see my shoes?"Whatever.....Fast forward a moment or two and we're sitting on the bench talking.I don't remember the questions she was asking,but they were tough.I answer like they're no problem at all.But then she asks this one question that i didn't answer.She asks,"Young man,what do you wanna do with your life?I'm guessing doctor,lawyer.You're very intelligent."I look into her blind eyes and i start to answer.Open my mouth,nothing comes out.I know what i wanna say,but it keeps getting lost in translation.The rest is unimportant.It's crazy that it took a dream to tell me that i had no plan of action.No plan after high school.People always ask me what i be do when i grow up.I always say rich.Mind is hazy right now.That's why i took like a 9 day vacation.Still soul searching.
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