Monday, July 31st, 2006

I pull up to a 7-11 type convenient store. There are no parking spots so i park in the gravel next to the parking lot. I go inside and I see the Pakistani clerk. He seems to know me. I walk around for a minute and pick up a bottle of soda that was shaped like a syrup bottle. I cant remember the name but the flavor was "joltin black cherry." I briefly consider getting "interesting cotton candy" flavor but keep it moving. I'm looking for some pastry stuff like Twinkies or something. I rummage through a drawer and skip over some chocolate cupcakes, some zingers and pick up a non descript package that contains some generic twinkie type. I stand in the long line there are about 15 people in front of me and start people watching. A short Chinese man is trying to "pick up" a young Black girl. Her name was Towanda Matresse. She leaves and the chinese guy asks me if I know her. I say no, but she may work with me. He says if i see her again, be sure to give her his phone number. I say okay, but I don't know his phone number. I'm laughing to myself about this and the line is barely moving. The pakistani clerks wife comes out and opens a nother register. By this time it is 11:45 and I am late for work. I get to the register and I pull out a $5 bill and 2 $1. Then for good measure I take out a $20 bill and put it in my shirt pocket just in case it comes out to be more than $7. I ask the woman clerk for a pack of Blacks, she said they dont have any, and she offers me the mild light versions. I decline and ask for apple, there are tons of those just sitting in a bucket. She says "good, these are cheaper anyway" She rings me up and it comes out to be $12.56. Damn, shit was expensive in my dream. I turn to leave and I notice that Towanda's credit card is sitting on the counter. I tell the Pakistani's that I'm going to take the card to her, although I dont really know Towanda

I go to my car, and I notice that my back car door is open wide and my keys are hanging out of the drivers side door. Strange, because I have the remote unlocker thingy. I look around to make sure nothing is stolen and nobody is hiding in the back. The coast is clear and then I hear Val, a former co worker who still works for the company, just in another part. She tells me to wait until I get to work, cuz "its going down". Then the music video for "Its going down" by Yung Joc starts playing and everyone in the store, starts doing that motorcycle dance. I get in the car and drive to work, making a call on the cell phone.

I'm talking work with Michelle, another former coworker, that I cant stand. A task that should take about 30 seconds is taking 7 minutes. I am frustrated and keep putting the celly on mute so I can curse her out. She is talking deliberately slow and its pissing me off. Finally, I just say, I'll deal with this when I get to the office. I pull up to the office, which is for some reason located in my old apartment complex from when I lived in NY back in the 80's.

I go inside and I see a short Dominican girl trying to push a container that was about 7 feet tall. It had wheels on the top and no wheels on the bottom and tripod legs, so it was nearly impossible to push. She somehow managed to get on top of the container and flip it over to the side that had wheels. She was wearing a white lab coat, a red shirt and one of those plaid catholic school skirts. When she was flipping the container over, she hovered in the air like Superman and I tried to get a sneak peek at what her underwear looked like. (I know I'm a perv) I couldnt see them, because she had on some black pantyhose, so I only saw them. I offered to push the container for her and she said no. I pushed the button for the elevator to go to my desk, and noticed she was not moving. I said, okay, I'm going to take this for you whether you like it or not. She replied fine. I balanced the massive container on its one wheel, It was taller than me but with my outstretched arms I could reach the tripod legs that were on top now. It wasnt heavy, just cumbersome, so I had to maintain balance so it wouldnt fall.

We got off on the second floor and I asked her where it was supposed to go, She said just leave it by the elevator and she would get it later. She took a call on her cell phone and it was her husband. She was beaming and telling him that she loved him. I wasnt trying to holler at her, so I was cool. I carefully put the container down in the waiting room next to the chairs in the lobby. She moved over one of the chairs and walked around the corner. I followed her, pushing the container again. I went to tap her on the shoulder but accidentally ended up touching her booty. I apologized and she was fine, but her husband popped up from behind a cubicle and started cursing her out in Spanish. He called her puta and maricon, thats all I could make out. I told him, it was my fault and an accident, but he didnt even acknowledge my existence. I kept on walking and bumped in to a few coworkers. They were joning me about how I always be messing with taken women. I attempted to retort and tell them it was just an accident. Then Kim Fields, The Black lady from Mad Tv and the Sierra Mist commercials and some white TV actor that I cant place popped up and sent me into a dream sequence.

My dreams dream sequence was from the TV show "Scrubs" The whole cast was there, and for some reason Kim Fields morphed from present day Kim, to 80's Tootie. The guy from Scrubs, Zach Braff said... "I remember it like it was yesterday.." and everything got fuzzy. He was talking about the "woman for me", they showed a glimpse of her, she had a big hat covering the top of her head and had on a trench coat and sunglasses, to obscure her identity. He was narrating the rest of the dream, whatever is in quotation marks was said by the Scrubs guy. I saw the Love Boat, or a reasonable facsimile. He said "way back in the day she was made for you, but a horrible accident befell her." "Back before OJ Simpson broke the single season rushing record" and then they showed OJ in a Buffalo Bills uniform sitting on the deck of the cruise ship... "Before Michael Jordan threw his 4150th collegiate pass to Clark Kellogg." (They didnt even go to the same school. Jordan went North Carolina and Clark Kellogg either went to Iowa or Wake Forest, Im still sleepy, I'll figure it out later.)

Then they showed the girl. She was one of those video girls from early hip hop videos. The lightskinned chicks with the big hair and the 80's bathing suit with the bottoms that covered up her entire ass. I think it was the girl playing the saxophone in Biz Markie's "The Vapors" video. Anyway, MJ was tossing the ball around with some non descript dude on the deck of the cruise ship, when a pass went astray. He yelled LOOK OUT!!!, but it was too late and the video girl got it in the head and part of her skull flew off diagonally. They then cut back to the earlier picture of her in the hat and the hat was on her head diagonally as if to suggest that the top part of her head was gone.

And then I woke up...