alicia (fuzzdecay) wrote,

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i had a dream that i met andy warhol's son. he name was jeff. i met him as i was leaving douglas on a scooter like thing (yes, headed the 3 hours north to atlanta. i dunno what i was thinking) and i was fiddling with cds, so i pulled over to the side of the road right before a bridge.

as i was getting the cd issue straightened out he stopped on the opposite side of the road, on another scooter, and asked me where he could find crazy people because he was doing some art project. i said i could definitely help him because i had spent the last few days pretty much imprisoned by my xbf and his mother (this was a very long dream, it spanned like 5 days time). he came over to the shoulder i was on and i started explaining/drawing a map to get there. i suck at drawing maps so i gave him my cell number in case he got lost.

he left and i found out that once i had stopped, my scooter would no longer start and i called my mom freaking out, but my mom couldn't come get me because one of the 50+ year old women in her office was giving birth and she had to watch her toddler.

so i grabbed my stuff and walked to the nearest gas station (which was like 3 blocks away). i was sitting on the cement outside of it when i got a call from jeff. he wasn't lost or anything, he just called to chat. i told him what had happened so he decided to keep me company.

he shows up and we're both sitting around and shamelessly flirting. it was painfully obvious at this point that he dug me for some strange reason so i decided to go along with it, he didn't look too bad. he was shortish but lanky and had a kinda long face, light blue/almost gray eyes, floppy, kinda curly, blondish red hair... but i realized that during our talking i kept looking at his hands. he had incredibly long and slender fingers, it was kinda freaky.

he decides that he wants me to join him on his artistic mission, and i accept because i'm bored with school and i think it would be fun. and then he proposes to me o_O and after that he says "it would be great! you wouldn't have to do graphic design, you could do real art, what you want to do and be happy. it wouldn't matter that you weren't bringing in money, i'm fucking andy warhol's son"

i never answer him.

then kelly and brendan pull up and decide to give us a lift to my mom's house so i can get my car. and we all pile in and i'm cuddling with jeff in the back with my head on his tummy and he's playing with my hair and then out of no where he starts painting on me. and i sit up and am like "wtf?" but then i start painting on him. i have no idea what that was.

we pull into yet another convenience store. and are looking for snacks and i saw this roll of cookie dough (the kind in the cardboard tube) and they were coconut flavored cookies with this red gummy stuff in the middle and it looked absolutely disgusting. and i walked over to the drinks and i saw that the pomegranate juice people had changed the shape of the pom bottles and i called kelly over and we were bother distraught about it. she actually screamed when she saw it.

and then i woke up.

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