I think it is only necessary that I start documenting the shit that goes on in my head while I attempt to sleep. As I’ve mentioned before I wake up at least 3-4 times per night so because of that I sometimes have a bunch of different dreams/nightmares/fucked up thoughts. The days I can remember what went on my head I will blog in hopes that one of the fatha followers knows what it is wrong with me. This isn’t one of my crazier ones but let’s start from last night’s……

January 5th/6th, 2011

I find myself arguing with some coach that looks like similar to Brian Dennehy (the father from Tommy Boy). We are discussing the merits of playing a zone against the team we are facing (I say it is time to go man to man) . At this point I got no clue who we are playing or where the fuck we are but I am 100% sure we should be playing man to man. Someone bangs on our locker room door saying the second half is about to start. We run back out to the court but we aren’t playing in doors. We are apparently playing a night game outside. However, the place sits around 4,000 people in high-rise metal bleachers.

Our team is wearing all orange uniforms and consists of Kevin McHale, Danny Ainge, Joe Kleine, Bobby Hurley, Christian Laettner, Glenn Robinson, 2 big white blonde kids that come off the bench to who play center and PF and some old black dude who I’ve never seen before but seems to be the leader of team. Aside from the old black dude (who played PG/SG) everyone is in their early 20′s. The other team is in all blue uniforms and has no white players. Everyone is black and no player is even light black. I don’t recognize many of the faces but I do know they have Bernard King and Tiny Archibald (who are also in their early 20′s).

We were losing by a few at the half and come out to a great start. Bobby Hurley is throwing some fucking sick passes and Ainge’s shot is on. For the next 6-8 minute we hold down a 9 point lead. All of a sudden the other team goes into this crazy press and starts picking up the tempo. We can’t stay with them at all and now the lead that we built is gone. I get myself into foul trouble and miss my next 3 shots. Me and Laettner start yelling at each other and the coach pulls me out of the game…

Someone one starts yelling that I snore too loud and to either “lose weight or stop drinking!” – that wasn’t part of my dream. That was my lady screaming at me last night causing me to wake up and to enter phase 2….

My coach and I walk back to some community center down the street without saying a word to each other. We walk into some bath house where a bunch of old dudes are taking steams and saunas. The coach finally says, “not sure what we are going to do but I’m in a serious hole, kid.” I got no clue what that means and I tell him that I’m going to the bathroom before taking a steam. I never come back.

Now I find myself in some huge fucking warehouse that sells liquor and VHS tapes for rent. For some reason I’m carrying around a huge fucking bottle of cake flavored vodka. I keep walking around looking for movies that show some skin but aren’t obvious in the title, you know, like early 80′s horror movies and shit. I decide to open up the bottle while walking around and starting killing drinking. I soon find myself walking around in sweatpants with no shirt on just crushing this bottle of cake vodka. I start looking around to see if there are cameras in this huge warehouse (picture it like a Costco) because I plan on just putting the bottle down and bolting. I’ve finished around 75% of it. All of a sudden this seedy guy in his mid-40′s comes around the corner (the type of guy that would be at the counter of a movie rental shop in the late 80′s/early 90′s) and he gives me a look like ‘what are you doing with that bottle?” I tell him I’m buying and not to worry just need to find a movie. I continue to gloss over the movies and find myself wondering if I should rent Pulp Fiction. I continue to look at the movie and back at the seedy dude to see if he is watching me. All of a sudden I just bounce… boom, I wake up.

** This wasn’t meant to be funny or anything like that. I just want to start documentiing what is going on in my head at night. I wrote this blog as soon as I woke up so I could remember as many pieces as possible. **