see, earlier in the dream someone else was driving a car i was in, and we passed the cops. the cops had set up a road block but we didnt stop or what have you, so one cop starts to come after us. the guy driving my car turns down one street, hits the lights, pulls into a driveway.

and then he hits the garage door of the house we pulled into.

cop drives on by.

we get out and the guys who house we hit comes outside confused and slightly mad, so i take over. i apologize, i say its my fault, ill take full responsiblity, i can only pay a thousand right now, but ill work the rest off.

so he says alright.

and im the only one in the car that has to work, which is fine with me.

but in the car, on the way to a work site, i'm laying on the back seat, because i havent gotten any rest lately what with the working, and all of a sudden this kid from the front seat appears and climbs to the back seat.

i lift up the blanket i had over me and she slides onto the seat next to me and i lower the blanket and hug her to me and she falls asleep.

and the dream changes at that point.

the girl and i go to this house. she has... three other sisters. i have a broken arm. i try opening this door by pulling on this rope with little give, one handed. finally do.

get inside the house and i see their mother. and im in love with the mother.

so yeah. ah, also in the dream sometime i jumped out of a plane.

i met up with a bunch of old friends last night. ended up having to give four of em rides because someone elses car was draggin.

when the dog bites... when the bee stings... when im feeling blue...

one of these people i gave a ride to i gave a ride to a party. stood around waiting until she knew she had a ride.

saw some people. all drunk/high/both. someone knew my sister.

felt out of place there. indeed.

but i stood around making small talk.

and i realized how easy it would have been to take advantage of some of the people there. and thats just not right.

but the people there were good people, this much i know, so i didnt feel bad about leaving the friend there.

now my dads ordering food and then we're going to watch the football game and i will take a shower sometime and then i will leave and go back to my other life.

and i must stop by work and make copies cause i can make free copies there because im crayon and everyone loves the crayon.

i simply remember my favorite things...

i talked to my friends last night. there's an undercurrent of belief that im wasting my talents.

the sister of a friend was there, the sister said i should become a doctor and become rich and buy a cute little red sports car and drive fast because i wont have to worry about tickets because im a rich doctor.

and being a doctor just isnt what im about.

yeah, i used to think about it. and i know i could probably be a decent pediatrician if i changed things and set myself out to memorizing all that stuff.

but its not right yo. not right for me. and i know that much.

theres something more i stumbled on late last night, when i was just letting myself go, that i will share later because i think it says a lot about me.

as for now, the game is sposed to start soon, so i shall go and lay somewhere and watch.