auxilium
09-05-2005, 02:39 PM
Very fuckin weird! I can barely remember the details! She was about my height (5'5ish), had tattoo's along both of her arms, kind of spread out. She had one above her breasts, but below her neck (that must of hurt) that said something, I can't remember what it was. It was just one word, and I can't fucking remember what it was. She had short black hair and a puzzling complexion that threw me off as to her ethnicity. Her hair might have been a different color and died black, but it looked very natural. Her body caught the corner of my eyes, but only enough to get me to the tip of the iceberg of how great the rest of her was. I didn't even get a name, or I did and I can't remember. Maybe her name was the word that was tattoo'd on her upper chest area. She gave me the feeling that she had a lot to talk about but had never found the right person to tell it to.
My father drove me there. I don't know why, but he drove me there and gave me money. The 24 hour mechanics business told us to go around the building to the back- a common mistake by visitors going to the place that I can't remember the name of. It's sort of a physical and mental uplifting place, very weird.
My purpose there was the same as the two other guys that I've met previously in oddly random places. One was the former drummer turned culinary arts student, then-quit-school-to-go-back-to-playing-the-drums. The other was someone I originally contacted for business sometime earlier this year, maybe as far back as last year, for work on his car. Although the connection between this man and myself had been severed after the deal went sour, he was there with the drummer guy in the parking lot and was suprisingly happy to see me and very friendly towards me and the drummer. My father left after our walk around to the place we apparently had been planning to go for a while now.
After we all went it and found what seemed to be our chosen places, we awaited the good news given by angels with tatoos, piercings, and their dedicated and helpful friends. Wait, aren't these people the ones who are the scum and trash of the earth? I don't get it.
Eventually, after what was turning into an endless traffic line of accidents and interruptions, my mind blurred out quickly and lost track of what was going on. I tried finding that place and all those people again, but, all was lost.
Now, I've been sitting and thinking about the somehow trapped memories I've kept of the whole thing. For some reason, I see three different possible locations. They are all far from eachother, but I'm sure on a map, if you drew a line from one location to the other it would almost be a straight line. I really want to find that girl, it was if I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't recall where the hell that might have been.
I had a lot of questions about this. Why was my father there? Why was the drummer and the old business client there? My father left the place after we walked to the place of, I don't even know what to call it, whatever. How come there was some sort of connection between the three of us and this place? Where did that girl come from? Why was it her that fell into my view at that time and place? How come I can't remember any of the imporant details?
Weird, very weird. I can't grasp everything as I'd like to, but goddamn, I can't stop thinking about it. Even if I searched for her, there might have been a message in my dream. If everything meant nothing, and my dream was telling me something... I haven't a clue what that could be either.
My father drove me there. I don't know why, but he drove me there and gave me money. The 24 hour mechanics business told us to go around the building to the back- a common mistake by visitors going to the place that I can't remember the name of. It's sort of a physical and mental uplifting place, very weird.
My purpose there was the same as the two other guys that I've met previously in oddly random places. One was the former drummer turned culinary arts student, then-quit-school-to-go-back-to-playing-the-drums. The other was someone I originally contacted for business sometime earlier this year, maybe as far back as last year, for work on his car. Although the connection between this man and myself had been severed after the deal went sour, he was there with the drummer guy in the parking lot and was suprisingly happy to see me and very friendly towards me and the drummer. My father left after our walk around to the place we apparently had been planning to go for a while now.
After we all went it and found what seemed to be our chosen places, we awaited the good news given by angels with tatoos, piercings, and their dedicated and helpful friends. Wait, aren't these people the ones who are the scum and trash of the earth? I don't get it.
Eventually, after what was turning into an endless traffic line of accidents and interruptions, my mind blurred out quickly and lost track of what was going on. I tried finding that place and all those people again, but, all was lost.
Now, I've been sitting and thinking about the somehow trapped memories I've kept of the whole thing. For some reason, I see three different possible locations. They are all far from eachother, but I'm sure on a map, if you drew a line from one location to the other it would almost be a straight line. I really want to find that girl, it was if I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't recall where the hell that might have been.
I had a lot of questions about this. Why was my father there? Why was the drummer and the old business client there? My father left the place after we walked to the place of, I don't even know what to call it, whatever. How come there was some sort of connection between the three of us and this place? Where did that girl come from? Why was it her that fell into my view at that time and place? How come I can't remember any of the imporant details?
Weird, very weird. I can't grasp everything as I'd like to, but goddamn, I can't stop thinking about it. Even if I searched for her, there might have been a message in my dream. If everything meant nothing, and my dream was telling me something... I haven't a clue what that could be either.