85 on 31....I'm flying.

I had the strangest dream last night.

It all started with almost everyone I have ever met in my life(okay not everyone, but some random people from my past), living with me in a studio apartment on the 4th floor of a run down building, I remember it was the 4th floor , but the height felt more like the 5th or 6th floor. The twisted wrought metal stairs were wobbly and seemed as if they were going to fall away from the building. I didn't spend much time in the apartment, but when I was in there, I kicked it in the hallway with a bunch of other people, some who are probably not even people I know, they were just people. There was a little crawlspace door in the hall that actually opened to the outside, so I would exit there and hang out on the balcony next to the chimney with chums. someone came home complaining about some bad meat they had at Bajio, Someone mentioned in passing that there was a conspiracy there to try to re-flavor rotten meat and keep it on the shelf.

I went shopping with a few friends but we ended up going to the theater instead, On the way home one of the girls I was with, stumbled fell on top of me and I couldn't get up. She thought it was funny and wouldn't get off. It wasn't necessarily romantic, but it wasn't exactly rape. anyway, I made some joke about the movie/play we had just seen and she kissed me. just real quick, but on the lips. I didn't know what to say or do. but I didn't really have to do or say anything because she immediately got all regretful, but not for making me feel awkward... because, she admitted, she was married.

"what?!"

there were a few witnesses but they turned toward home and put some distance between us and them after hearing the twist. We walked back to the house trying to decide what to do aboutt this situation but before you know it, we were home. I went to my spot in the hall and she stayed in the living room. but since we weren't done talking about it, she IM'd me.... kinda weird, but I must admit I've done it before (IM someone in the same general area as me, not kiss a married woman). She said "I don't think we should tell him. how about you?" I replied "well tell him, but make sure he understands that it was mindless and..." but she was already standing over me and she said "Let's go find him."

So we exited through the crawlspace door and descended the rusty, wobbly stairs. We seemed to be in chinatown or something but we eventually found the place where he worked. Bajio. His coworkers didn't want to look for him so we snuck in the back. it was a really creepy place, with lots of walk in freezers and filthy cleaning closets and the hallways were lit with flourescent lights on their last leg. it stunk like electrical fire (the ballast of the lighting?) and rotten meat (duh). We saw a bunch of people that looked like him, but no luck. we ran into a man who looked like Col. Mustard, from the board game Clue. He started yelling franticly that we weren't allowed in the back. we started looking through all the cabinets and saw some medical stuff that looked like it was being very poorly stored. I poked my head in a cleaning closet and opened a metal locker that was full of test tubes that were smeared with BBQ sauce, or blood. and there were green rubber gloves all over the place.

Just as we were realizing that we had found the hidden documents and research of the dreaded conspiracy that was going on at Bajio, we saw a figure emerge from an operating room wearing full haz-mat (hazardous material) gear. It turned out to be the girl's husband. He was delighted to see us, but our collective affect was pretty sullen. She said "I need to talk to you." I said "I'll just wait in here..." and entered a storage closet full of hotdog and hamburger buns (at bajio?). eventually I heard him, "WHAT?" and her, "Well what was I supposed to do?!" and my internal voice (huh?). He threw open the door and came toward me with his righht arm ready to punch my lights out. I said "hey man, I don't blame you. go ahead and hit me" He started to swing and I flinched and he stopped for a second. Then he drew back again and I flinched "go ahead and hit me, but just do it already" I said. He started crying and hugged me.

I told him I never intended for anything like that to happen. He told me that we were going to have to change our hanging out. I figured this meant we couldn't hang out anymore (me and his wife). But he said that I could only see her once a week till after Christmas, and I had one freebie, which meant that for one time, I could see here twice in one week.

As I left the restaurant (alone) I saw two Mexicans doing parkour over a chain link fence. I asked them if I could join them and they took off as fast as they could. I followed them, and we went down Paper St. (from Fight Club) and several parking garages, over several fences. we gained a few bodies in the "chase" that seemed like indians. We arrived at my place and sat down on the roof to watch the sunrise.

Then I woke up.

feel free to diagnose me, interpret my dreams, or otherwise comment on the questionable nature of my subconscious.
Please don't ask me for names of those involved in this story. I'll never say.