Diamonds. That's the short answer. In my fucked up dream world, apparently Joe Antos, aka "Hardcore Joe," a highschool punk friend of mine, was up to some shady shit.
I don't remember much, other thank myself standing over him, holding a knife, as he stared up at me. He was dressed in an '80s style black suit with a narrow tie and white shirt. He had a look of defiance on his face as he squirmed under my interrogation.
"Where are they, Joe? You spill it or I swear I will gut you right here."'
"You wouldn't do that...would you?" He gasped, his defiance turning to terror.
"I guess we're gonna find out," I said.
Someone else spoke up at this point, in an attempt to defuse the situation.
"You are missing the diamonds that are right there at your feet," they said, after the fashion of Bruce Lee or Yoda.
They pointed out a very undiamond-like rock, which could have maybe been some lesser valued mineral or gemstone, but was no diamond.
"If you mean this piece of crap, it's an agate or quartz or something, but it's not a diamond." I was still intent on gutting Joe.
"No, but if you look closely, it is," they insisted. "It is in development. Diamond in the rough."
"We'll see," I said.
I wasn't satisfied but took the rock and put it in my pocket. Meanwhile, Joe had regained his composure and the situation seemed stable enough for the time being.
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That's about it on the dream front. If I've learned anything recently, it is not to inform people directly of their involvement in my dreams. How'd good ol' Joe react if I dropped the news on him that he was suspected of larceny in my brutal interrogation dream? Probably about as well as Jeanette, the subject of last month's Dream Girl obsession.
If they happen to stumble onto my blog and discover the scandalously fictionalized dream characters, whose names they bear, I can only say this: my blog, my rules. And besides, what were they doing in my dreams, anyway? I would turn it around on them, yes, I would. If you don't want me writing about your crazy nocturnal antics, stay out of my dreams!
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