oh fiona...

i opened my eyes while you were kissing me once, more than once

i have this reoccurring dream where craig and i are driving to the zoo and i cant remember if it is on 90 or 94. so fortunately for us the toll is also somewhere you can stop and pay park the car and ask for directions. it looks alot like the jefferson park metra station. so out of the car we go to try to figure out where we are going. we pay the toll once we get inside and start to look at the random maps scattered through out the station. imagine mall maps with the arrow stating you are here. thats what we were staring at but they were covered with random highways and train paths in colors i havent ever seen in real life. we try to find someone to give us actual directions and while craig is talking to random toll road employee number one i and watching the news on a tv in the corner.

and you looked as sincere as a dog just as sincere as a dog does when its the food on your lips with which its in love

the news is reporting that a well known murder (the bathtub killer) was being transported today to a maximum security prison and has escaped. we are all to be on the look out because this killer is both crafty and ruthless. i can feel my heart start to beat a little faster as i glance from the tv to craig and notice that the man he is talking to is also the man shown on the tv. my mind races as i try to figure out how to get craig and get out of here as soon as possible. so i walk over slowly trying to seem casual "yeah man i have a map in the basement that can show you the back way. if you come down there with me ill get it and you can keep it." craig of course agrees and brushes off my resistance to enter into the basement with this total stranger to some random back room sealing our doom.

i bet you could never tell that i knew you didnt know me that well it was my fault you see you never learned that much from me

as we start descending the stair case i manage to whisper to craig that this is infact the murder on the loose and now we are in a creepy basement alone wiht him and are going to die. we approach a door and the killer is fumbling with some keys to open it. i see this as our only chance to get away so i grab craig and we start running through the halls of this basement which now resembles some massive warehouse/underground bunker. i can hear him running behind us so we dart into a room on the left. its dimly lit but i can tell it has pallets and pallets of something and a rack with large bags of something hanging from it. so we climb on top of the rack to hide. and of course the killer enters the room we are in.

oh you silly stupid past time of mine, you were always good for a rhyme

"you know why i started killing do you? because it was the only way to get back at all of you. the only way to get you all to finally notice me. to fear me. to respect me. when i was in high school all we could afford was cereal. stale old cereal. do you know how long i was made fun of for bringing cereal to school every day? the first person i killed was a football player from school. he stole my lunch and crushed my cereal and then dumped it over my head. so i slit his throat. it feels so good to talk about this now. to bad i have to kill both of you."

and from the first to the last time the signs said stop, but we went on whole-hearted it ended bad but i love what we started

i of course wake up here because i dont want to be killed and it also happens to be 6:20 which is weekend wakeup time. now i know the dream doesnt sound as daunting in text but let me tell you its terrifying. that and the killer is danny devito. and if you know me abnormally small people creep me out.

ive had this dream a few times now. but it always ends in the warehouse. im beginning to wonder if it is like those choose your own adventure books and i need a different path to take to survive or something. either way i woke up craving cereal and not wanting to watch always sunny for quite some time. i did find out today that i do not like frosted mini wheats. kinda a bummer.

this is my morning.
this is my life.