"K-Fed" Pisses on My Car
Robert E. Lewis
Thursday-Friday, January 25-26, 2007
I'm driving, night-time, and I pull into the arking lot of a MacDonalds
that's set off by itself in a wooded property. I go inside and there is
a middle-aged Asian manager at the counter to take my order. There are
two other people in the restaurant, two young men sitting in a booth
across the room, making a lot of noise, and the manager seems nervous
abut their presence. I look over at the two men and one of them looks
familiar -- "Is that Kevin Federline?" I ask the manager. He nods. The
two men get up and leave the MacDonalds.
I get a bag with my order and decide to take it with me. I walk back
out into the parking lot. My car, a brand new white Mercedes Benz, is
parked backed-in at the back of the lot, next to a pickup truck (also
backed in) that's the only other car in the lot. Federline and his
friend are at the truck; I ignore them, get into my car. As I'm
preparing to start my car and drive off, the men get out of their truck,
oth looking a little drunk, and Federline stands at the front of his
car and starts taking a leak. His friend realizes I am in the car next
to them and points ths out to Fedrline, who turns and starts to piss on
my car.
I quickly pul out and drive down to the far end of the parking lot, the
two men laughing that the think they scared me off. I trn around and
point my Mercedes directly at the front of the truck, gun the engine and
zoom back at them. At first they think I'm bluffing, but I keep coming
and they finally run around to the side of the truck. I swerve at the
last second and pull up beside the two standing beside the truck, glare
at them.
I pull my car around and repeat this maneuver, down to the end of the
parking lot, turn around and race back at the truck. The guys are less
afraid this time, thinking I'm bluffing again, but in reality I have a
different aim: when I drove at them the first time, I noticed a nice
brown leather camera case sitting on the pavement in front of the
truck -- they'd forgotten it when I frightened them away the frst time.
This time when I reach the truck I spin the car around and drive over
the camera case, can hear it crunch. I smile at them and drive off into
the night.
I drive a little way down the dark wooded road, then decide to turn
around and go home. As I'm driving back the way I came, I see the two
men riding bikes along the dark street; they don't recognize my car. As
I drive past them, I hear Federline saying he can't find his camera and
des his friend remember where they last had it. I keep driving.
=END OF DREAM=
Notes: The first thing abut this dream is that I couldn't pick Kevin
Federline out of a police lineup. I don't knw what he looks like (the
guys in my dream were both early 20s, with buzz-cut har, baggy clothes);
I don't know what "K-Fed" is or does, except that he and a relationship
(marriage?) with some pop star -- does he act? Does he sing (or claim
to)? Is he just the Zsa Zsa Gabor of the early 21st century, famous for
being famous? I have no idea why I'd be dreaming about this guy, or why
he would try to pee on my car.
The MacDonalds seemed to be one located near where my father used to
live, except that the RL MacDonalds is in a shopping center with a
supermarket and drug store, not set off in the woods.
No idea why I dreamt I owned a new Mercedes Benz, unless it's that there
was a promo or a news segment on local TV yesterday, a consumer advocate
was going to deal with a man who had problems with his brand new
Mercedes and couldn't get it fixed; I didn't watch the news later that
night.
Comments and interpretations welcome.
--
Robert
naked on the phone
> "K-Fed" Pisses on my Car
>
> Thursday-Friday, January 25-26, 2007
Hello, no real interpretation yet.. just some thoughts, you probably
already gathered these but here goes.
> I'm driving, night-time, and I pull into the arking lot of a MacDonalds
> that's set off by itself in a wooded property. I go inside and there is
> a middle-aged Asian manager at the counter to take my order.
I can't articulate what Im thinking, but the Asian and the "off to
itself" store have a common thread.
I just can't put it into words.
>There are
> two other people in the restaurant, two young men sitting in a booth
> across the room, making a lot of noise, and the manager seems nervous
> abut their presence. I look over at the two men and one of them looks
> familiar -- "Is that Kevin Federline?" I ask the manager. He nods. The
> two men get up and leave the MacDonalds.
Without putting the above in context...
sounds like you might be embarking on a deed that is foreign to you.
The noisy youngsters represent the thing that bugs you
THE FOLLY OF YOUTH
> I get a bag with my order and decide to take it with me. I walk back
> out into the parking lot. My car, a brand new white Mercedes Benz, is
> parked backed-in at the back of the lot, next to a pickup truck (also
> backed in) that's the only other car in the lot.
You feel you are beneath your skills.
>Federline and his
> friend are at the truck; I ignore them, get into my car. As I'm
> preparing to start my car and drive off, the men get out of their truck,
> oth looking a little drunk, and Federline stands at the front of his
> car and starts taking a leak. His friend realizes I am in the car next
> to them and points ths out to Fedrline, who turns and starts to piss on
> my car.
You are the one who solicited their action. YES YOU DID
why did you decide on a white mercedes?
IN THE WOODS WITH A WORKER WHO COULDN'T "POSSIBLY" UNDERSTAND YOU
I think Im getting the picture.
You are telling about your frustrations in real life.
> I quickly pul out and drive down to the far end of the parking lot, the
> two men laughing that the think they scared me off.
This is not neccessary... you shouldn't bother yourself imagining what
others may think.
So drive off. so step over the ones around you who are intimidated by
you, or who feel
threatened by way of your talent.
What did Booker T Washington say?... I think..
something like.. "don't let a man drag you so low that you hate him".
No, you don't write about hate, but you got suckered into their
petitness.
> I trn around and
> point my Mercedes directly at the front of the truck, gun the engine and
> zoom back at them. At first they think I'm bluffing, but I keep coming
> and they finally run around to the side of the truck. I swerve at the
> last second and pull up beside the two standing beside the truck, glare
> at them.
So you was bluffing. Just male ego. Don't be ruled by your emotions,
but rule by knowledge.
> I pull my car around and repeat this maneuver, down to the end of the
> parking lot, turn around and race back at the truck. The guys are less
> afraid this time, thinking I'm bluffing again, but in reality I have a
> different aim: when I drove at them the first time, I noticed a nice
> brown leather camera case sitting on the pavement in front of the
> truck -- they'd forgotten it when I frightened them away the frst time.
> This time when I reach the truck I spin the car around and drive over
> the camera case, can hear it crunch. I smile at them and drive off into
> the night.
Well, a tic for a tac, they did pee on your car..
I may be wrong, sometimes you have to put people in their place
and yes, sometimes you gotta stoop to do it. lol
> I drive a little way down the dark wooded road, then decide to turn
> around and go home. As I'm driving back the way I came, I see the two
> men riding bikes along the dark street; they don't recognize my car. As
> I drive past them, I hear Federline saying he can't find his camera and
> des his friend remember where they last had it. I keep driving.
All Told RL, this all comes off very childish
all you had to do was go home and have a hot meal
as it turns out, you was drawn into childish behavior.
WAIT! I wonder if the asian was there to remind you to save face.
Aren't asians known for their BIG PRIDE
You bought something from the Asian.
The Asian sold you, "Save Face"
But saving face got you a cold burger.
The camera?... that means you risked life and limb.. but them two
drunks will not remember you the next day.
(they didn't even remember you minutes later, when you rode by feeling
all superior in your chariot and them on their bikes)
You have small dick syndrome
Who gives a crap what others think of you