Rain Diary

i had a dream that Guns N' Roses got back together and actually made it on tour. i went with my dad (an awkward choice to take with me to a concert with people of that caliber). Ozzy Osbourne was the opening act, followed by Metallica *don't ask...it was a dream*. There was a guy sitting on my right vomiting and passing out from too much alcohol, it kept pissing me off cause it would splatter and almost land on my shoes. My dad was sitting on my left and trying to block me from this hot guy who kept wanting me to go outside with him and his friends to do heroin. My father succeeded and the people on the left made their way outside without me. i eventually snuck out there when my dad went to get a soda. When i got there the heroin-doers were in a cornfield walking around talking about how they come from L.A. How they just came up here for the concert, and how they'll drive home that day after tsaying up all night doing heroin. When i was trying to beg them not to do it i realized that the sun was coming up and over the cornfield, it was peeking through the stalks and looked eeriely beautiful. The dream got really strange from there, i won't go into too many details. i'll summarize it in a few words: more heroin, trying to save a polar bear cub, Japan, me being forced to do heroin, followed by an awkward birthday dinner with a strange mix of people that i haven't seen in a while. All in all, i need to stop reading Li Young Lee and listening to Sigur Ros before going to bed. It's fucking with my dreams, it's the third strange one i've had this week.