This is a dream that I had. If you want to psychoanalyze it, or me, feel free. If you feel that in order to do that, you need to know who the people are more, say so and I'll IM you or email you. If you want to just give general comments on it, please feel free to. I'd like to know what to think about this...

Okay, so it all started with being in some?outdoor Mercado type place. I was there, and I don?t really know why, but after a while, I was looking for some alcohol to buy. I was sitting there looking through the rows of gin and all this fancy type shit, and finally I thought to myself ?Fuck it. I just want some good ol straight up vodka.? So I went over to those rows and there were those, like, gallon bottles of vodka, and I picked one up. And suddenly, Justin Padley, Tristin Anderson and one of her friends were standing right by me. And I hold the bottle up to Justin, since he has a fake ID, and he just brushes right past it. He picks up a smaller bottle, one of those classic size ones, and that?s all I see. So now, Tristin?s holding this bottle and I?m talking to her, trying to get her to buy this alcohol for me. And she says that it?s gonna come out to about twenty dollars. And I know that I have a twenty, cuz I saved one last night when I deposited all that money into the bank. But I look in my wallet and pull the bill out, and look at it, and it?s a two hundred fifty dollar bill. I get all shocked, and worried, and slip it back in the wallet, trying to make sure that no one sees, ya know? Then I start freaking out, thinking, ?He gave me a two hundred fifty dollar bill? I didn?t even know they made those! And why didn?t I notice this earlier?? So then I try to regain my cool, and I look in my wallet again, and see the six dollars that I have. For some reason, I can?t find the twenty. So I tell Tristin that all I have is the six dollars, and would she mind covering the rest. And she gets this look on her face like she REALLY doesn?t want to. So now, I?m looking in my wallet again, trying so hard to find this money, and all the while, I?m talking to her, like ?It?ll be okay, I know I have this money.? So finally I find the twenty, it?s right where it should have been, I had just been not seeing it. So I pull it out, give it to her, and tell her thanks. We talk for a while, I don?t really remember about what, but I do remember that she told me that she was moving in with her boyfriend tomorrow and that he would be jealous if he knew what she was doing. Her friend was silent the whole time. The friend was female. So then I tell her just to buy it for me, and I?ll pick it up outside the register. So I?m walking back to my car and I sit in there for a while listening to music. Then, I guess I can see the registers (that word should be in quotes. They weren?t really registers, that?s just the purpose that they served. They looked more like those booths that you drive through after you get out of airport parking, the ones where you pay for how long you were in there?) and I see that she hasn?t gone through yet. So finally, I get jump out of my car, leave it running, with music on, and the keys in the ignition, and run over to the registers. Tristin and her friend are sitting in her car, just waiting for me. She tells me sorry, but that she just can?t do it. I tell her that?s fine, but that she should have just told me that in the first place. I think to myself that I?ll just have to steal the vodka, put it in the car with me and just drive off. However, the weird thing now is that there?s two bottles, the one that I had seen, and this little one. Not like those airline little ones, but it?s about halfway between the size of that and the size of the one that I knew about. So, I take the bottles from her, I say something to her about having a nice life, and trying to stay good with her guy, and I?m running back to this grassy hill where I left my car running. However, on the way, I see a shitload of cops, aaalllllllllll over the place, so I start freaking out, and I put the bottles down on the fourth ?register? that I pass, cuz it?s empty and no one?s in it. I figure fuck it. It?s not worth this much trouble. So I?m running back to my car, passing the cars in line for the ?registers? and I skid to a stop. Cuz I notice that my car is the last one in the line that I?m running past. There it is, still running, with no one in the driver?s seat, but it?s clearly been moved. So I look around, no one?s there, so I just climb in and close and lock the doors. Then a police officer comes up to my driver side window and taps on it. I roll it down, and he starts asking me questions, I don?t remember what. He asks if he can search the vehicle, though, and I say, sure thinking that I?m glad I didn?t steal those bottles. He?s poking around in the back seat, looking through my backpack and shit, and I ask him, ?Is there anything going on that I should know about, seeing as you?re searching my car?? and he just looks at me and says no, and gets out of my car and says that I can move on. So I drive through the ?registers? and I?m out on a major street, I think it?s supposed to be San Mateo in the 505, but it could have been just any street. And all of a sudden, Kristi Rivera is in my car. She?s just chilling there in the passenger seat, and we?re talking. She tells me that there?s a pool somewhere around and that she?s life guarding at it. She tells me a nice little story about how she could tell that the boss liked her and that?s why she thinks she got the job. Anyways, then, I guess we?re at her house, and now I think it?s dark, even though it was light before. And now we?re sitting on a couch outside her house, and we?re talking. I sit down, and she lays down, with her head in my crotch. I say, ?Did you get my card?? and she says, ?Yeah, it was a little close to home.? I tell her that I thought she didn?t live here anymore, I thought she had moved out with Jeanette, and she says something to the effect that I know about how well her and girls get along. I say yeah, I noticed that. I tell her that I?d forgotten how close she lived to Marcos. She says she doesn?t want to talk about him, ever since ?that thing happened.? I?m about to ask her what that means, when I tell her, ?I thought about you every day.? She says, ?You didn?t have to.? I say, ?But I did.? And she replies, ?I know.? The she starts messing around with my crotch with her head. Then she just looks up at me and says, ?You don?t have to stay around. I just want you to fuck me. I don?t expect anything else from you.? And I was just about to say something when the phone rang with a call from my mom.

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