I fall asleep one night and find myself walking through a disconnected part of the city, with my girlfriend Imogen. We walk into a clothing store, and try on some stuff, talking away to the shop keeper... Once we have a full new outfit on, we both bolt out the door.
Sprinting down the street with the shop keeper lady after us, we hear cop sirens and turn into an alley way...
Suddenly we're cut off on both sides, and police begin to aprehend us. I start admitting that it was stupid and we were just trying to be rebels, that we understand what we have done is wrong. Imogen starts screaming at me to shut up, and that she didn't know me, that I wasn't her friend.
The police officer that is trying to handcuff me turns me around, and grabs at my ass. I spin around and start swearing at the officer, who is smiling at me. I tell him I am going to report him, that I have Imogen as my witness. He lightly smacks me across the face, telling me 'what are you going to do about it!? I'm a cop'. Imogen tells me that shit like this happens all the time, that this is what it's like when you 'live on the streets'. I look at Imogen and it's no longer her, just some ugly fat looking blonde chick that I had never met before. I immediately don't like her, noticing her mini skirt and fat wobble of stomach hanging out the front...
The police officer proposes that he'll let me go if I don't say anything about the assault. I get let go with every intention of telling higher authorities but I can't seem to remember their names. I walk through a gate, and I'm no longer in the city but I'm on my old highschool oval...
A teacher is patrolling the oval because it's lunchtime, and it's covered in students from my year. This is when I realised that I'm now naked; and only have the hand full of clothes I originally started out with in my hand. So I ask the teacher if I can stand behind him while I redress myself, he goes red in the face and starts sweating as I walk behind him. People notice me, but noone makes me feel embarrased, infact they all seem to be checking me out...
This is where my mum wakes me up...
My dreams are fucking strange, I wonder where this shit comes from...
About Me
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- I believe that the power of the word is more powerful than any bomb, sword or being; and I use this language to document my life, in the hopes of returning to these times and not only remember them, but become reenveloped by what I felt at the time that I wrote them, thus creating a better understanding of how I work, how those around me work, and how history repeats itself. I want to share my wisdom with people, and my ignorance, my love, my pain, my boredom... If you're not interested then keep searching for whatever it was you were looking for. I like to create beauty through a range of various mediums; art, music and writing are my main forms. I love movies and documentaries, and have recently discovered my love for reading is almost as strong as the love I have for writing. I also love the realm of drugs, and psychedelics are probably my favourite... You should give some to your yuppy parents.
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