I KILLED SPIDERMAN AND I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE IT.

I went to the dayroom tonight to check my email and hopefully compose my next blog masterpiece, but instead I ended up watching Spiderman 2.

Twenty minutes into the film, I got the munchies, so I headed to my room to get a bag of microwaveable popcorn. As I was opening the door to my room, I noticed a spiderweb with quite a specimen of arachnid sitting in the middle. I thought, oh great a fricken spider. I’ll fix that.

Well, the spider slipped my mind in an instant and I proceeded to grab a bag of popcorn, a bottle of water, and napkins and headed out the door but on the way out I noticed the little creature and couldn’t live with the thought that it could somehow end up in my bed feasting on my body. So, I put down the popcorn, water, and napkins, and grabbed my bottle of Raid and sprayed the life out of Spiderman. (Hey, I’m no Mary Jane.)

I didn’t miss too much of the movie. When I was watching what Peter was going through I thought of Buffy and what made her one of my favorite heroines of all time. Her family, well her mom and then her sister, and her friends knew she was the slayer and that was why she was so great at what she did. That’s exactly what Peter needed to do. Tell his family and friends who he really was and then his world would come together.

I wasn’t disappointed by the film. It was great. Greater than the first even. I think I have a new super hero, only this one is male but Buffy will always be number one.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

I dreamed I was in a Korean apartment on the twentieth something floor standing on an enclosed patio right around sunrise. There were hundreds of these tall apartment buildings and I watched as lights in the other apartments flickered on all over the city. It was very beautiful. I could see into hundreds of apartments. They were all nicely decorated, organized and clean.

Then my old roommate, Sam walks out of the bathroom in a towel. And I go into the bathroom and marvel and the “shower” right next to the sink and then I look at the tub. (Showers in some apartments in Korea are just one of the hand held heads over a drain in the floor. No curtains, no glass walls or doors, just a hand held shower head, a sink and a toilet. I thought this was strange because there was a tub. Why didn’t they just put the shower head in the tub?)

THEN I WOKE UP AND EVENTUALLY WENT BACK TO SLEEP AND STARTED DREAMING AGAIN.

This time I dreamed about my friend Fernando. I dreamed that I went to visit him and we must have gone out to dinner or something but I remember riding in his car. We came to a stop light and I looked at Fernando and then we heard this loud music so he and I looked out the driver’s side window. It was a car full of Mexican females, all gang bangers and they weren’t happy to see me in his car. The driver yelled, “Look at this bitch! What are you doin man? Not happy with your own kind? You better watch out.”

Next thing I know, we were walking to his apartment. I remember how scared I was because I kept thinking those girls were going to come driving by any second.

We made it to his apartment and I started cooking bacon. Then I mixed some rice and eggs and started frying the two ingredients in a pan. Then I added the bacon. I opened up Fernando’s refrigerator and there were all kinds of meats marinating in Ziploc bags. He even marinated his hot dogs in barbeque sauce! He used his fruit tray at the bottom of the frig to catch the blood from the meat. The refrigerator was so bloody! I almost threw up.

Fernando was at the stove about to fry up a steak. And I thought, the man knows how to cook. I wonder if I can get some of his steak.

I pulled out my green army laundry bag and started to sort my laundry and then the driver of that car was standing next to the dryer. I started loading my clothes in the washer, and the girl says to me, “what the fuck are you doing here.”

I ignored her and went back to sit down next to Fernando and this Korean girl rubs him on his shoulder and asks him if he wanted something to drink. She and I exchanged some words, and then we introduced ourselves. Her name was Vo, and she was the ugliest Korean girl. Fernando told me she was his girlfriend and I whispered to him, “it’s a good thing that gang banger didn’t get a look at her. She really would’ve flipped.”

Fernando chuckled with a mouth full of steak. Vo disappeared and I started to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer and I started my second load. Fernando tells me to he’s going to reserve a cab for me because he wasn’t sure how late the busses ran and I said, ”Okay.”

WHAT DO THESE DREAMS MEAN?

Beats the heck out of me. On the last day Fernando and I spent together, he told me he was most attracted to blondes.

I think it’s interesting that he didn’t introduce his girlfriend to me. I will bump into GIs and their Korean girlfriends, and the GIs never introduce me to their significant others. I don’t understand why that happens.