The LONGEST Dream Ever

The LONGEST Dream Ever

I'm not going to say every part of the dream I had last night and this post is still going to be long as hell. Quit now while you're ahead. I dreamt I was living in the Chelsea area of NYC with my sister Leah. I was about 25 or so and had just quit my job at the NBA. Leah was a student at the Fashion Institute and for some reason every so often she would give tours of our apartment to random people. I don't know if we were subletting it or something but we only paid $700 a month for an enormous living room and two second floor bedrooms. The curtains and all the furniture was white with big green flowers. And everything was made of wood, the sofa and chairs were like those rattan ones they sell at Pier One Imports. It was like Gilligan's Island meets Grandma's House in there.

For some reason, I had been investigating some company called Schindler and Co. I have no idea why I was investigating them, I wasn't a detective or anything. And they were interested in me too for some reason. They called me up pretending they wanted me to come in for a job interview. I agreed, but we all knew we were just going to scope each other out. The Schindler and Co. building was in midtown, and they had 17 floors of the office space. The elevator was cool, it was like a huge room with a maze in it to shoulder height, so during the short elevator ride there were people in little alcoves of the maze, chit-chatting. When I got to the interview, the woman spoke to me for awhile then said I was too qualified for any spots they currently had. I argued with her a little just to keep up pretenses, then left. On my way down the elevator, someone whispered in my ear that I was on the company's list of people to be eliminated, but that they had taken me off it because they thought I would come in useful some day (Schindler's List haha.)

Afterwards I headed to dinner with one of my friends RJ (who in real life I haven't seen in years, other than one night when I saw him walking in the Village while we were driving home from a club.) RJ asks me if I've heard from Sam and my dream flashes back to the time RJ and I met Sam (who in real life doesn't exist, I've never seen this guy before. He was like a Korean version of Geo.) I apparently met Sam when I was 17 or so and he was visiting from California. My cousin who knew him asked me and RJ to show him around NY. We clicked on all levels, almost magically, until it made us both uncomfortable because we were both in relationships. So we deliberately picked a fight with each other and he left. RJ and I were reminiscing that we got so drunk, we woke up in Weehawken, New Jersey, in a stolen car.

After the conversation with RJ about Sam, I decide I want to see him again. So I head out to Cali to attend a wedding and visit my parents and while I'm there I hit up Sam's house. We're in his room and the conversation leads to his visit. We're kind of arguing, letting all the emotion out. But every time he leaves the room to do something, his brother and sister who are a couple years younger come in and take the edge off my anger unwittingly. They know a lot about me, meaning that despite his bitterness he spoke about me a lot. We call a truce and start discussing Schindler and Co. because apparently Sam has been investigating them too. But we talk about how he's in a safer position because they know I'm on to them but he's operating under their radar.

His parents are throwing a dinner party that night so we get dolled up and mingle, but after the party we're back in his room talking again. We both know deep down inside that we're meant for each other but he doesn't want to admit it this time. So I go back to New York alone. But I guess his brother and sister and parents (who had been planning the weding the moment they heard who I was to Sam and saw me in their house) bug him because he follows me back the same day. We all end up at the "NY Grand Diner" which is supposedly on 44th and 5th, and everything is light and cheery because and Sam and I are reconciled. We discuss some new information about the Schindler company, that because of some informant the cops broke the case and arrests were being made. I told them I knew for a fact that they used child labor in their domestic factories because I had seen it.

Then some cops come in and dump a small person bound up in blue cord, into the fish tank. We get up and try to help but the cop says it's evidence and not to touch it, then leaves. Twenty minutes later three more cops walk in, and one of them has an older man handcuffed, who I recognize as one of the hired guns the evil corp uses. As I'm standing by the back entrance on my way to the bathroom, I glance back and see the prisoner wrestling with his guards. He's out of his cuffs and he takes a gun away from the cops. As he's pointing it at them I run out the back door, and down the street, feeling like any second now bullets are going to hit me in the back. I flag down a taxi and tell him to call 911, all the while telling him not to go too far away from the diner. We get to a police station like 4 blocks away and I run in to get help.

I get back into the taxi and tell him to take me back to the diner but he won't because it's too dangerous. I scream at him that the love of my life is in the diner and that if he won't take me I'm knocking his ass out and taking his taxi there myself. So he drives me to the diner and I sneak back in through the back, hoping to make it back to my table undetected.

All of a sudden a bunch of employees of the evil corporation are there and some of them recognize me from having to interview/investigate me earlier. One is the chic who interviewed me and she motions with her gun for me to come to her to the back. She opens a black duffel bag and tells me to remove my jacket. Then she pulls out this bomb that you can strap onto someone and she starts trying to unlatch it because she's going to put it on me. Sam sees what's going on and frantically tries to get up from his table, but his brother and sister are pulling him back and as the gunmen head back to see what the commotion is about, I shake my head at him. He doesn't want to watch me die but he also doesn't want my last thoughts to be that of watching him die. He sits back down, not knowing what to do and I look in his eyes and mouth "I love you" to him and he mouths it back and we're staring at each other not willing to believe this is it.

Then cops bust in. I dive to the floor because I'm half wearing a bomb and don't want it to get hit by bullets. I take it off on the floor and push it underneath the bar (it's one of those little bars with four short legs.) A bunch of the evil employees are pouring out the back door so I grab the gun from the interview chic who's dead and won't need it anymore. Once outside I start yelling at the evil employees to go back into the diner. I have to hit a few in the head with the gun as incentive but they turn around and go back in. Two of them won't and they start yelling that I won't kill them anyway. I tell them I may not kill them but I can maim them so they'll never walk again and what's worse? They go back inside.

Sam comes running outside and we hug and kiss for like an hour right in the middle of the street. Cops are trying to talk to us and we're just ignoring them. My dream fast forwarded through the police station and police reports (guess it knew I wasn't interested in those.) We end up back at my place, with the lights down low, clothes start coming off and it starts getting good... but then I WAKE UP. Doesn't that just suck big fat balls?????? I never fricken get the good stuff in my dreams. I ALMOST get the good stuff, but I don't actually get the good stuff. It's like Geo has the remote control to my subconscious.

So can someone analyze all that???

I told Geo all about my dream though:

Riss: You killed it!!! How did you know it was just getting good.
Geo: Sorry. I'm a cyborg.
Riss: Yeah I know you stick your finger in my ear at night and go "Let's see what she's dreaming about."
Geo: "Oh look. Time to wake her up."
Riss: You suck.
Geo: Sorry.
Riss: Better make it up to me later. You owe me the good stuff.