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Friday, January 12, 2001
Never Trust A Prostitute...
...Even if she is a super-cute Asian girl that seems to be really interested in you.
Ok, it isn't what it seems. This was a dream I had last night:
One of my friends knew this super-cute Asian girl somehow and she was really into me so after this show we went to this place which I assumed was an apartment (more like a very subtle brothel in retrospect) and my friend disappeared (as people tend to do in my dreams) and left us alone. Things were getting hot and she offered me a glass of water, which I graciously accepted and drank. Mistake number two (number one being the inability to recognize a brothel). The last thing I remembered was feeling very tired and it being about 11:00pm by the clock.
Next thing I know this girl (name? I dunno) jumps up from supposed sleep, waking me as well, and blurts out "Ohmigod! Look at the time!" which is now 1:00pm the next day. I never sleep this much! I am shocked and disoriented. I get my stuff and hastily leave.
Upon arriving at home, I start to question events... how did I sleep that much? Why was I so tired? Am I a complete idiot? Then I, for some reason, check my personal affects. I take out my wallet and look inside. HELLO! All the money I did have is now different money. And less. And fake. Damn!
She had the decency to leave me what appeared to be a few real bills, but all the rest of what I had was now blue one-sided Monopoly-type money, along with some attempted fake money, which was noticable due to it's one-sided nature as well (but that one side was exquisitely detailed). I was stunned and outraged. They (it had to have been a setup) had drugged me and taken my money while feigning interest in me. What a sucker. But then I noticed something sticking out of that little wallet compartment that doesn't ever get used.
This is where it gets odd (like the rest was all normal). I carefully pulled out the long, folded cloth thing. It was tightly folded and colorful, about the length of my wallet. I started unfolding the cleverly constructed package and suddenly I had a silk shawl or maybe a meditation mat in my hand. Quite stunning and large enough to wrap around me. Inside were two chopsticks and two small carved stone figures - one a squat crouching dog, the other a squat crouching naked man. It was clear from their posture that they were meant to be placed one in front of the other and contemplated. Ah... But who was sniffing who?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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