Taking my inspiration from Calvin and Hobbes and relaxing for the next two hours until the inevitable phone call must happen. Nervousness, anticipation and anxiety all abound with strength, will and determination leading the way. *sigh*



I don't know how to describe the man in this dream without saying his name, if I say drummer that leaves it open to way to many interpretations and explanations. Lets just say that I met this Drummer at Sunfest and that is the ONLY time I have ever physically interacted with him. That cuts out the other dozen drummers that come to mind, eh?

Downtown PDX, somehow I am working down there and living down there and have many friends I see on a daily basis. Much happening in my life as far as people and interaction and attention, yet in my minds-eye I keep thinking of this Drummer, fantasizing about him and wanting to find him.

Downtown is very surreal, edgy, as if the business execs do not see me and I do not see them but we are both there. I must fit in better with the street-kids, the pagans, the tattoo artists and yet I work in an office and wear a suit. I have a cloak styled jacket, navy blue, almost black. I am walking down the street, my hood up when I pass by the Drummer on a corner waiting for the light to change. My heart skips, I turn and come up next to him. He is in a green cloak of his own and I pull my hood down and look squarely at him and say, "hi."

He says, "hi", back but he is looking about as if he is hiding from someone or something.

"Do you remember me," I ask. He doesn't respond but he does nod something that looks liek a yes. I nuzzle my way next to him look up at him and smile, "how could you not remember me? Do you need to hide?"

He looks down at me and nods yes, wraps his arms around my waist and I lead him to the police station were the Warrior and the Turtle are standing out front. "Tigress," the Turtle speaks questionignly?

"We need the tunnels," is all I have to say and the actions of the Warrior and Turtle start.

The Drummer, still clinging to my waist hood-up, and I follow them into the police station at which point we begin making our way down many flights of stairs right into the underground of Downtown PDX. On our way down the Warrior is explaining how the police made these tunnels to get around town faster and be able to spy on corrput businesses and the like. All I am really paying attention to is the firm grip around my waist and somehow my minds-eye had been telling me of him for months.

We get to a certain point and Turtle and the Warrior tell us to head up the stairs and they head back the way we came. The Drummer and I come out in my parents backroom in Saint Helens. Somehow I know my parents are gone, vacation or something, yet there are definitly people in the house.

I tell the Drummer to stay in the backroom as I make my way around to the front door to pretend like I just got there. My little sister is there cooking and she has custody of my niece and nephew and isnt doped up. I smile and she says she is having a party and she has invited our friends. (When I use to visit my Dad in the summers my sister and I shared the same friends.) I tell her I have a guest with me and make my way to the backroom but the Drummer is gone. I run outside to look but I dont know even where to begin to look. So, I make my way back to the kitchen where my sister is cooking and help her.

As we are preparing she gets everything in the oven and says, "Im going to go lay down withJ Junior and Carissa in Dad's room, wake me when people start getting here." I tell her I will keep and eye on everything and then I start making something else to eat while my sister heads off.

Somehow My-Girl's Tiny shows-up and he has the Drummer with him. It looks like the Drummer has showered and is wearing fresh clothes and no longer has his hot cloak on. Mine is hanging up as well. I smile as they come in through the front door and sit down to chat with me. Just then my stepsister shows up with a group of her snobby friends. I feel like it is 6th grade again and her and her friends are making fun of me. I won't let her let her snobby friends in the house and I tell her we are having a party and she and her friends are not invited. She looks at me and laughs manically, "this isnt your house we can be here if we want." She gets in her car and leaves with one of her friends and yet leaves 3 girls and 2 guys out in the yard. They are calling me out and talking trash and yet I am at a loss for what they were saying.

"Thats fucking it!" I yell, "you want me? You be prepared for whats coming outside." Tiny and the Drummer watch me quietly. My Dad comes out of his bedroom (mind you I thought he was gone) and asks whats happening.

"Go back to bed Dad I have it taken care of. Do you have a bat Dad?"

"Why do you need a bat?"

"Cuz I am going out there to break open some skulls and a bat would be the easiest way to do that."

Dad starts walking back to his room, "I think I have a bat I don't know where one is."

I begin searching the house for a bat, meanwhile the hecklers remain outside taunting me to come out. "Im coming out to crack your skulls morons you should head out while you are still breathing." I say non-chalantly.

"This is so fucked up, I hate having to deal with this shit on my own. Five of them and one of me and yet I am going to go out there and kill them I swear." I ramble on as I put on my combat boots imagining kicking them in the throat. As I am rambling and trying to find the fucking bat I don't notice Tiny and the Drummer nod quietly at each other and head outside. They both pick up two huge wooden poles and walk straight at the morons outside and throw these poles at them and they all fall down under they weight of the poles like they are bowling pins.

Tiny and the Drummer laugh and smile at each other and I look out the window and watch the 5-pricks get up and start heading off down the street. "Hell no," I think to myself as I head outside and chase them a bit, "they aren't getting away that easily."

Tiny and the Drummer start laughing and following behind me down the street. I catch up to one of the girls, grab her arms and just beat the shit out of her. Then I grab another girl by the arms and throw her down into this small hole dug in the street. The neighbors come out and are yelling at me to stop. The two girls get up and run towards the 2 guys and remaining girl. The guys continue heckling me as they run off and the Drummer wraps his arm around my waist so I wont follow. Meanwhile the neighbors are yelling something about me learning to control myself or else and I am yelling up at the guys running off telling them, "next time you come back I will have a bat and be cracking skulls!"

I turn and not realizng the Drummer is still wrapped around my waist I end up turning into his embrace and looking up at him my heart calms from anger to passion and he just smiles at me as I feel his arms wrapped around me.

Then I wake-up.

Hmmm...okay, so now Im having this weird want for a guy I only spoke to maybe twice and know really nothing about. Go me and my weird fantasies built off of even weirder dreams. *shrugs*

~TigressSky~