Places I Want To Go, Amazon Edition:
Amazing forests, flora, and fauna.
Uncharted, untamed wilderness. Forgotten ruins. Lost tribes.
What’s not to want to go and love?
"This whole world is wild at heart, and weird on top."
The things you pick up as you go.
Dreams. Dreams are great. Here’s yet another shining example of why I choose to sleep so much:
My ex-boyfriend is a piece of hipster/grunge trash the likes of Curt Cobain. He is blase and disappears when we’re supposed to be hooking up in a cave lined with soft, furry blankets, that is supposedly where I spend my free time studying in college. I find him sitting at a bar with his older brother, younger brother, older brother’s girlfriend, and ex-girlfriend. Over the course of a few tense drinks, it becomes apparent that his ex is still in love with him, he doesn’t care about stringing her along, but his brother is also secretly in love with her, which becomes apparent after she and I get in a massive argument, my ex leaves the bar in search of some New Years’ revelry, because it’s apparently New Years and he wants to go jump on the roof of some vandalized cars with his rough-neck friends or something, and his older brother reams me out while I comfort his girlfriend, now come ex-girlfriend. So, we don’t have a love triangle, here, people, we have a love OCTAGON.
I take his distraught now ex-girlfriend out of the bar after we both decide that if these are the sort of people that they choose to associate with, we really want nothing to do with them. (Moral of this dream: Nothing shows you the quality of a person’s character more than the people they allow themselves to be surrounded by.) We’re walking down the street, away from the bar and the fighting that seems to have broken out by my ex-boyfriend and his friends that all look like extras for Nirvana, and suddenly, the ex appears on the sidewalk in front of us, taking a smoke-break from waiting tables at a restaurant. Apparently, he’s come back for New Years’, and is amazed at the tale of familial love and disgust we tell him, older brother’s ex-girlfriend still crying healthily. We all make plans to go celebrate when he gets off work. He is charming and comforts her. He is funny, and her crying ceases and turns into laughter. I am reminded that he is occasionally a very decent person. The younger brother catches up with us. I have bunches of new friends. And, as we walk into my father’s old jewelry shop to wait out of the cold for the ex to get off work, apparently, a lion cub which my father hands me. It turns into a baby boa constrictor, and I am once again reminded of how much I want a snake. (Alternate moral of this dream: Must own snake.)