Today
Location: Somewhere in Baltimore, around M&T Stadium
In the dream *today* already started, so I put on old old sneakers from high school, all excited because I'll be playing basketball with old friends. BF rode motorcycle to get me to work - a sexy imaginary way of transportation. When he was telling my coworkers about our weekend, it felt as if we were re-living the weekend again:
Instead of watching the Raven's game in a bar, we went to watch it live. As I was standing in line to get into the stadium, the players were also lining up to go to the field. However, they were all naked, with only their number in big purple 3D font printed onto their back skin. So when one of them turned back and found out I was taking pictures, he yelled "Oye! stop that!", then fed a giraffe some cigarette and set him out to chase me - the giraffe turned into a retired military man with chubby body and brown eyes. I was running as fast as I could in my old old sneakers as he was waltzing behind me - yet I could never outrun him.
Finally he seized me, and put me back to work. He said he liked my shoes, but as a matter of fact they were a rotten pair - and I was deeply ashamed. I opened my eyes and started the real day, deliberately wearing regular ankle boots.
Location: Somewhere in Baltimore, around M&T Stadium
In the dream *today* already started, so I put on old old sneakers from high school, all excited because I'll be playing basketball with old friends. BF rode motorcycle to get me to work - a sexy imaginary way of transportation. When he was telling my coworkers about our weekend, it felt as if we were re-living the weekend again:
Instead of watching the Raven's game in a bar, we went to watch it live. As I was standing in line to get into the stadium, the players were also lining up to go to the field. However, they were all naked, with only their number in big purple 3D font printed onto their back skin. So when one of them turned back and found out I was taking pictures, he yelled "Oye! stop that!", then fed a giraffe some cigarette and set him out to chase me - the giraffe turned into a retired military man with chubby body and brown eyes. I was running as fast as I could in my old old sneakers as he was waltzing behind me - yet I could never outrun him.
Finally he seized me, and put me back to work. He said he liked my shoes, but as a matter of fact they were a rotten pair - and I was deeply ashamed. I opened my eyes and started the real day, deliberately wearing regular ankle boots.
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