Post- Apocalyptic Blog Post:

This Was A Dream...


It was a basic attack of wack rappers, or a full on hatter attack.
I know not which.
My dream started off with me, and my friends J,& J all hanging out.
We were in one of my dream neighborhoods.
It was near a bus stop by a video store I once dreamed of...or was I dreaming about the bus stop/both?
Either way, we where going to a friends house.
I can't remember if it was a mutual friend, or just my friend.
The only thing that is clear is that it was a dreamworld friend, not a real world friend.
The friend could have been Fabien.
Yeah, it was Fabien.
We went to her house in my dream.
It was a really big two-story type number.
She had a husband or a boyfriend living there.
I can't remember if the man was Tony (some dude I used to work for), or Jose's Dad.
Maybe a crossbreed, I don't know.
Point being she was living with this dude, a husband type thing.
She had over some rappers with her.
I think they may have been underground.
They were good emcees for sure I remember that.
They where not rhyming but it was made clear in some way.
We where all sitting around having a peaceful if not some how odd time.
It was odd because I kept trying to look around and recognize someone, or something besides J & J.
You know like who the guys were, who the host was, and where the hell I was.
At one point some new guys came from like the back part of the house.
They where cool enough.
The were dressed like those Hip Hop geek style Hipsters, and I recognized one of them as Drake.
The other ones were Drakes style, or level emcees.
To me that means mediocre, but with honey on top.
They came in seemed cool, and were a welcome addiction to whatever madness was currently at hand.
J&J seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Which was good to me, because they both seem to constantly be at different stages of misery.
Most of the time anyway.
Taking this a good sign, and my cue.
I went exploring through the house.
One to find out more about my surroundings, and two to find out if other emcees may have been around.
I walked around for a very short while, I found nothing to really speak of.
Finally I found the back room I felt the mediocre emcees most have emerged from.
The door was somewhat ajar.
I heard rhyming coming from inside, saw a light, and some guys.
I went inside, and was surrounding by a stronghold of real emcees.
One of them being Russell Jones (O.D.B) Rest In Peace.
I sat down got relaxed, and felt alright.
I saw other members of the Wu Tang (I can't remember who).
Their rhymes, and there vibe was right.
The room was kind of small, and ghetto compared to the rest of the house I had seen.
They where smoking blunts, and drinking forties.
I felt really at home for a minute.
Until...
The host, Fabien I think, rushed in the room, and told me I needed to get out their.
Either the people in the room, or her husband/boyfriend (I couldn't understand which) was about to get dangerous.
I know now the woman was really Fabien, because the thick French accent was the thing that confused me about the warning.
I remember looking around the room, and thinking the guys didn't seem like a threat to me.
Plus O.D.B. was there.
So I figured it was the husband, or someone in another room she was talking about.
I got out of there fast, told J&J who was still talking to the mediocre rappers to lets get the hell out of there.
They got up fast, and we began to make our way out.
As we where heading to the door the dangerous person (I don't know who it was) begin to start acting buck.
We began to run, and a chase ensued.
It was us Vs. The stranger, and the mediocre rappers.
The dream went from weird to scary at this point.
We felt danger on our tails.
It was a chase across the dream neighborhood.
It lead to backyard fence hopping.
Nice manicured backyards.
Dirt field looking backyards.
Crazy back yards with abandoned cars in them.
The chase went over fences.
Chain-link fences.
Brick fences.
Those little white picket fences.
Even badly broken brick fences.
It was intense.
We finally got to this carnival, or amusement park type place.
We ran through it, no sign of the enemy, but still we ran.
We got to the end of the park/carnival, when J saw a friend driving by.
We flagged them down.
They were driving a wagon, you know like a Mom car.
A Toyota mini van or some shit.
It had one of those sliding doors I always feel like I'm going to fall out of.
Well we got in safe and sounds as it were.
It was full of people J&J recognized.
I didn't know the lot.
We got in the last row of seats, the thing had three rows.
A punk, or greaser guy was asleep in the chair in front of me.
I saw the chair was wet, and for whatever reason thought to clean up the wetness.
Once I begin both the guy, and a girl who was next to him got mad.
I couldn't see why, I explained my intentions but it didn't cool the situation.
I think they both thought I was trying to touch the guy, you know sexually.
I began to confess my madness, and the story of the chase.
In hopes of illustrating the lack of attention I had for this level of drama.
As a final show of madness I showed them how my shoes didn't even match that day.
I was wearing one Van, and one Jordan.
One Blue shoe, and one Pink further demonstrating my panicked situation.
While demonstrating this, I noticed J had on the exact shoe combination.
I figured we could make that right, so I asked to switch one pair for the matching.
I chose the Jordan's.
While she was passing me the other Jordan off of her foot it somehow fell out of the sliding door.
It went into traffic, and begin to get run over by passing vehicles.
I remember now the door was opened because this group was passing out fliers to groups of people on the street, and passing motorist.
The flier where something politics, or art related.
In The Metropolis the two arts and politics make for constant bedfellows.
I no not why.
I really didn't want to lose my shoe, it being a Jordan 12 with an Air Force one mix.
This seems strange, but I have a similar looking pair at home.
The shoe was pushed onto some train tracks, I dropped out of the car, and begin pursuit.
I found a bum holding the shoe.
The bum really looked like a post-apocalyptic cyberpunk kid once I got close enough to see him.
The sole was loose, and he was holding it in his hand.
I found the other part, and it was over.
I wanted the shoe anyway so I picked it up, and tried to get off the tracks fast, because the kid had pointed out the train moving quickly toward us.
I begin to run, but felt the train gaining fast.
In the end I don't know if I escaped from the train, or not.
I awoke in a confused freight.
...and that's all folks.