Man, lemmie write this down before it goes away. Quite a doozy. It literally feels like I just watched a full feature length motion picture.
There's some in the beginning I don't remember, but I'll start at the BET awards show.
The BET awards show is at Wrigley field. I am wandering around the seats, just looking around. There are people everywhere in suits and ties. There are some acts performing and awards being given out. The stage is so far away I can only see the events on the big screen they have set up on the scoreboard. At some point, I am waved to by some people on one long plank of wood/seat that is balancing above the crowd on two stilts, it's wobbly and looks dangerous. I see that it's esteemed producer Quincy Jones waving to me and calling my name. A woman come up to me and begins putting a harness around me, so I can be lifted up by bungee cord to the seat. I just go with it, as the woman is very attractive and being very sexual with the way she's doing it plus she says 'Mr. Jones wishes you to sit in his seats, I would recommend not turning him down'
I am hoisted up and sit at the end of the long bench seat, I have to squeeze in and it's making me uneasy. It's Quincy Jones and around 10 or 12 people from my past, mainly black dudes I have been friends with at various jobs, everyone is really having a good time up there hootin' and hollerin'. I try to relax, but the board is very wobbly. The girl next to me is the first girl I ever kissed, Heather Delaney, from 4th grade. She is all up on me, grinding on me and whatnot. She looks good. We talk and I attempt to resist her charms, telling her I am married but she continues. At one point, this dude I used to work with named Tony start wobbling the board back and forth, he thinks it's funny. Way back and forth. I pretend to laugh along, but have had about enough of it. I tell the girl that I am going to bend it far enough for us to jump down and she says 'cool'
I bend it way forward and tell her 'Jump!' when we near the ground and we get off fine, land right on out feet and walk away, the board snaps back and people are jostled on it but laughing and yelling to me that it was awesome and waving goodbye and the dude Tony is telling me 'That bitch is sexy' and giving me a thumbs up pointing at Heather Delaney. I look at the scoreboard and it says 'DISASTER AVERTED' in big letters and shows Quincy Jones giving the thumbs up and the crowd is going crazy. I walk out of the stadium, and I part ways with Heather Delaney. I tell her I have to meet someone. She leaves.
A cab drives up and the driver gets out and walks away, I get in and drive it. I park on a block and walk into a backyard party, PEPPER! is sitting in a chair in the garage watching the BET awards show on a TV, while people mill about eating sandwiches and whatnot. I pull up and chair next to him and we just hang for awhile. We just kind of sit, we talked about some stuff but it was nothing crazy, just hanging out. He points to the yard and the Heather Delaney chick is talking to some chicks that were at the party. 'Man, that can't be good' but I say 'Whatever, man, that was when I was a kid I bet I didn't even have pubic hair yet'
We both agree to the strange condition that it is not technically cheating if you are cheating with the girl who you first fooled around with, as a child, you are merely finishing unfinished business and your wife or current lady friend will have no standing being upset about such a thing. I knew it was ridiculous, but we both pretended to totally buy into the line of reason. He gets up to leave and I see that he's left a note to me. The note is long and serious in tone, but all it's telling me is that he thinks we should use a certain song for some upcoming thing with BBGS instead of a different song I recommended. I do not care about what song is used and find it strange that he decided to leave me a note about it.
At this point, I walk away from the party and end up in the parking lot of a grocery store. I get in a car and someone from my life who I can't remember hands me a folder. It's all very secretive. I open and see letters and photos of a dude I knew maybe 10 or 12 years ago, David Miley. Real, real creepy dude. Serial killer type.
The note outlines that I am to find Miley and make him less creepy.
I get out and walk into the grocery store and it's completely weird. There are people lined up and I see a man pointing at a giant sign that says 'BLIZZARD' in flashing lights. He wants it, but the people who work at the store are unintelligent and cannot figure out how to get it down for him. It's a big scene, with people gathered around. I pick up an orange and throw it at the picture, using an exaggerated side arm pitch. It knocks the picture directly into the dude's hands, but slices his hands in the process, there's a fair amount of blood. He protests, but I say 'Just be thankful you got the picture at all, asshole' and people clap.
I walk down the aisle and suddenly I am in slow motion. There's a Cocorosie video playing on a TV that is set on one of the shelves. It's a super hard, noise version of one of their soft songs. The chicks are jumping around in the video and I thin it's pretty good.
I look behind me and a woman checking people out has frozen and is bashing her head with her hand. There are people gathered to watch. 'She does this when there's music she does not like' I say 'Yeah, I've heard about this'
I walk away and on another TV I see Jim Birch, yet again making an appearance in a dream, he is dressed up in full cowboy gear singing a straight pop country cover of what I recognized was a different cocorosie song, but was actually a mixture of a Cocorosie song and 'Dead Embryonic Cells' by Sepultura and maybe something else, it definitely had the words 'My mind's confusion' in the chorus. His voice is super, super low and bassy. It sounds good, people all around are talking about what a popular country music artist he is.
The dude who asked me to find Miley and make him less creepy comes in and starts yelling to me 'You didn't start yet?' and whatnot, angry that I am walking around the store, aimlessly.
I pick up a box of pancake mix from the shelf and throw it at him, it spins at him like a Chinese star and hits him square on the head. He is knocked unconscious, people are there tending to him and everyone is angry at me. I say 'anyone else want some of what he got?' and nobody says anything. I declare that the doors be locked, nobody is to leave. I say 'We are going to get to the bottom of this' People all look frightened and it feels like something bad is going to happen, I am walking back and forth trying to decide how to proceed.
There's a bunch more, but that's about all I can remember.
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on Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:21 am, edited 2 times in total.