The Nomad Chronicles

[B][I]Anger[/I][/B]

I am eating a cheap lunch with a carpenter. He tells me he is charging me by the hour.

I am paying to eat with you? But, you wouldn't charge another carpenter!

True! he laughs with his mouth full of food. Asshole. I knock him off his chair, driving him against a bar counter, forcing my forearm into his throat.

"You going to rip me off? Fuck you. I only have $___ in the bank, you ass." He turns into my ex-friend, Deneb. Deneb looks slightly confused. "Fuck you. You're an asshole."

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[I]
I wake up from the anger. It's 4:30 am. I go back to sleep, trying to WILD, but I fall asleep too quickly. (This happens to me every day. I need to get more sleep!) I don't WILD, but, I at least remember the tail end of my dream.)[/I]

[B]Pain[/B]

I am in a large SUV or van with extended family. We are going to a family dinner. I see a graffiti artist's van. BLEST is on the side of the blue, black, and orange scheme. I realize it's the local tagger's van here in Hawaii. (My late cousin's DJ name was BLEST, and he got it from a tagger in Colorado uncannily.) The van swerves crazily, and loud dance music is blaring out of it. I don't feel like I am crying, but tears pour down my face. I can't help it. I want to be strong for my family... but,

I wake up.

[I]I realize it was actually Bobby AKA DJ Sabertooth AKA Saber driving through my dreams, but because I was not lucid, I thought it was the other guy. I smile to myself, and look forward to seeing him in dreams again.[/I]