11.10.09

In my dream, i am with my girlfriend and her son, Sam, in Ashwaubenon -- sort of around Hooters and HuHot and what-not. We have parked in a super-tall parking ramp and exit onto the rooftops of one of the many skyscrapers which dot the landscape there ((uh, in the dream, that is)) ((of course, being Green Bay and all, when i say "skyscraper" i'm talking about ten or fifteen stories or something. It's all relative, yo)). We are taking Sam somewhere or another, like a football or soccer game or some god damn thing. We don't know exactly where we're going as we walk from rooftop to rooftop, which are, somehow, connected ((as well as being sort of grey and concretey)). We are all looking off the rooftops in hopes of spotting Sam's sporting venue, which we think we do, but aren't sure. I ask if we can get the hell off the rooftops now, and go down to street level. Sera says she isn't sure, because she's not sure if the sports field we can see from the rooftop is the correct one. I'm like fuck it, can we PLEASE get off these rootops? Sera isn't sure. I say that i'm kind of scared of heights, and lie on my back on a skyscraper rooftop, spreading my arms out and grabbing the east and west sides of the skyscraper for added stability ((apparently they are tall but not particularly girthsome structures)). I ask again: Can we PLEASE get down from here? Sera isn't sure. I'm like, fuck this shit, and go off by myself til i find a stairwell, leaving Sera and Sam to figure out what the hell they're doing by themselves. I walk west on whatever street that is ((Vanderperren Way?)), which, in the dream, is sort of an outdoor mall. I glance to my right and see a bunch of people milling around, looks like somebody's collecting money for something, and it also looks like a few people are browsing thru some boxes of comic books. I pop in to see what's up, and enter the open-to-the-street space, which is sort of like a movie theatre lobby. Apparently there's some sort of rummage sale going on in the lobby, and my friend Time Bomb Tom is also collecting money for a show that is going on inside the theatre. I don't know if i really need to go to a show on a Saturday afternoon ((which is, i believe, the time and day)), but i do rifle thru the comic books. Ron and Jamie from the Tantrums are hanging out on a flat vinyl sofa/bench in the lobby, so i assume the Tantrums are one of the bands on the bill. I engage in idle chit-chat with them as i flip thru the comics. For some reason, i call them by the ridiculous nicknames of "Shims" and "Kisps." I decide i really sound like a pompous ass doing so.

Then i woke up.