So many dreams lately, so weird:

Monday afternoon:

My sister Liza calls me and asks me to come visit her one weekend.  I ablige only to find her living in a big city apartment.  I come upstairs out of the rain and begin to munch on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  I am making small conversation with Liza when my parents show up.  They bring a whole horde of other adults and they all sit down in the living room and begin talking about hoity-toity things.   Then all of a sudden I hear a person reading aloud.  They are reading a paper I wrote.  I began to get angry because they had no right to read my stuff out loud like that.  It was personal and I didn't appreciate it.  I come into the living room and begin to make a fuss.  A huge fuss.  Whilst in the midst of this an older man (though still with his wits) enters.  I recognize him from my childhood.  He is there to give me an examination of my mind.  He's heard things about my paper and is interested in either recruiting me or making my existance unknown.  I get all up in his face, because he is the worst one.  I mean, I was pissed.  Tears, poop-mouth, the whole bit. 

Finally I announce that I had had enough of that shit and tell them I have to go to class.  My mother offers to drive me and so I say okay.  In the car we talk about what just happened.  She isn't mad, she respects my opinion even though she thinks I just turned down a great oppurtunity.  (we are driving on my Tulsa street)  Just then we hear a siren and my mom pulls a j-turn.  My door flies open and I swing out the car holding on only to the door.  I keep yelling at her to stop turning, but she won't.  Finally we reach the curb and we sit and wait for the siren to approach.  As it rounds the turn it is revealed to us to be a kid on a dune buggy with a boombox blaring the siren noise.  The roadside crowd is pissed and we all chase after the dune buggy. 

Eventually I catch up to it, but when I arrive it is empty.  As I am jumping in to inspect Zane, Ed Roberston (BNL) and Steve Page (BNL) all approach as well.  We get in and start to drive when Steve says to me, "Dad, why did you get so mad earlier?"  Ed says, "Yeah man you were pissed." 

We drive off into sunset.  Destination: The Emmy's

Tuesday afternoon:

The setting of the dream was Hawaii.  My family and I were staying there in a crazy hotel.  Many people from my life worked at the hotel and all of my friends hung out in the pool area.  This stuff is irrelevant even though the dream itself  was weird - that's not what is important.

Tyler was back.  I won't explain how or why, but I will say it ended up messing me up pretty badly.  It made me realize things I hadn't before.  This dream made last night hard.  But it's all good now. 

Tuesday night:

I visited OU.  I hung out with Valerie and Shaun.

This is going to be a long one.  This dream happened between 5:10 and 5:40 this afternoon:

Divya and I were going to Tulsa, but on the way we stopped at a porn house.  Not just any porn house though, a really nice one.  Neither of us were really interested in the porn, it just seemed like something we should do (almost like it was tradition or something).  Anyways, we went in and were seated in the theatre.  After the show (which I didn't actually see in the dream) we were on our way out through the massive building when we saw two guys at computers.

I told Divya that I thought one of them was Brad Pitt, but she vehemently refused to believe me.  I told her it made perfect sense since we were between Missouri and Oklahoma (his home states).  Anyways, I went up to talk to him, like ask him a generic question about where the bathroom was or something.  He didn't look at me when I asked the question, just stared forward.  I stood there for a few seconds longer than I would have if I had actually wanted to know where the bathroom was.  He realized I knew and turned around and began to engage in conversation.  It was at this time that we realized the guy with him was George Clooney.

I then went into another room of the pornhouse and it turned out to be a roller rink where the whole JHS 2003 swim team was playing roller hockey.  I got in on the game and got hit in the jaw.  I thought I had a filling knocked out, but it turned out to be part of my tooth.  More of my teeth began to crack apart and I would spit them into my hands.  All the teeth parts were clear.  It was weird. 

I went to the bathroom to assess the damage.  It was at this time that I realized I had recently lost other teeth.  When I looked in my mouth I found a whole lot of nothing, there were a couple canines and two molars left.  They were all clear.  My two front teeth were present, but broken cleanly horizontally.  I left the bathroom in terror. 

When I came out I saw my parents in the audience of the roller rink.  This was our conversation:

Me:  I my teeth fell out!
Dad:  Do you want some dinner?
Me:  AH!  I can't eat fucking dinner I have no fucking teeth!  I'm going to have to eat like milkshakes for the rest of my fucking life!
Mom:  Well, how about some water?

I then stumbled out of the building only to find myself on campus.  I walked through the Memorial Union arch and wallowed into a parking lot.  Here I saw Jenna and she was with a friend from Vanderbilt.  All I could think was how bad of an impression I was going to make on this girl I had never met.  All I could say at first was that I lost all my teeth, but then I started to stumble around and fall down as if I was really drunk.  My words slurred to, but I wasn't drunk.  All I could say was, "Ah'm not drunk, Ah promise!"

It was at that moment I remembered that I had left Divya with Brad and George at the porn house.  I then began to walk to Joplin barefooted, toothless, and drunklike.  All the way from Columbia.