Friday, November 6, 2009

The Blob


The place where this dream occurred wasn't that clear to me. But I'm sure that shit hapened here in the Philippines.

The reason why I'm unsure as to where this dream occurred was because there was a black lady involved. Not a black lady like a ghostly evil spirit, but an Afro-American. And a typical African-American too. She looked like a younger version of Big Momma or somethin'. Her face looked like that black, fat-assed woman from TMZ[yeah, the one that talks a lot].

I remember her running in my dream. It's like a charity event sort of marathon, so she was gassing out early while running with other peepz who looked like stick figures next to her massive forearms and thighs, which were swaying blubber.

Then, the 'dreamy' stuff happened. When I say 'dreamy', all I'm sayin' is that it seemed so unreal, or next to impossible. The unreal stuff here was that the fat lady suddenly tripped over somethin', I don't know how she came about that trippin' or stumbling position, hence losing her balance. Her fat body proceeded to skid on the hard concrete[or asphalt here actually, yes, the material that's less durable than concrete so the filthy government here has another way to squander some more money every time the road needs some fixing].

The skid distance was like 20-30 feet. And her blubber and other fatty material seemed like melting from her body as she was skiddin'. The weirdest part amongst all these happenings was that she was screaming for help and callin' out my name. I was suddenly thinkin', "How the fuck does this lady know my name? Who the fuck are you[in a Scottish accent]?!"

So that's exactly what I was doin'. I was askin' her who she was while in complete panic mode because she was givin' me the stare of death as her body, oozing and dripping with the gooey, fatty stuff, was skiddin' still, but slowly this time, towards me. I was just backin' off little by little then suddenly I awoke. Now that's what I call a "broken dream".