Superman Rescues a Singing Swede (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: December 5, 1998

A Dream With Lyssa In It

Half an hour ago I dreamed a dream including Lyssa that I can remember, the first dream to my recollection that I have remembered with Lyssa in it. The story had a blatantly obvious moral and one that I am evidently starting to become self-conscious about thanks to friends comments.

The dream started with Lyssa and I upstairs in my house and the only way I can come to an understanding of that is because Lyssa who stayed over my house last wanted to come upstairs and make food with me despite being drunk and my parents being up there. I suppose if I still lived upstairs she would know the family a lot better but I’m the bachelor downstairs.

Kuper Leaves the Room

Back to the story, we started walking from the Kitchen to the Television room and for some reason Kuper (Her brother) was also behind us so it felt like we were all at her house. When Lyssa and I made it to the lounge room first we lay on the ground and Lyssa unzipped my pants and started using her hand to stroke me while her brother was just coming through the doors. There he stood for a little while as Lyssa was doing her deed and not necessarily looking in our direction he didn’t want to come into the lounge room.

Seeing that Kuper could probably see what Lyssa was doing I told her to stop but she said “Who cares if anyone sees” and forcing her to stop her brother walked out of the room on his own accord. Pursuing her brother to the next room she asked him why he didn’t want to come in the room and then when she came back she informed me the reason was because of me. More specifically, it wasn’t the hand job Lyssa was giving me but the fact that he became nauseous looking at what he classed as fat rolls on my back.

When Kuper was walking into the lounge room with Lyssa and I he was behind me and he stopped at the doors because he became bothered having seen fat rolls on my back. In my head I know I was thinking “What fat rolls, I have a perfectly skinny back and anyway, how can you get fat rolls on your back.” I took this personally as Kuper left out of sight and I then started thinking of how all my friends still class me as fat.

Knocking at the Door

The scene changed while Lyssa and I were still talking as we heard a knocking sound. Lyssa and I were trying to get it on at this point in time and as she noted the knocking I just said it was probably fireworks. Once again the knocking persisted and jumping out of bed I knew it was my friends and I gathered that they would have heard Lyssa and I talking. This made me feel bad because I arguably gave up my Friday night with my friends to be with my ex girlfriend, in reality and in my dream.

There were three people out the front and mostly, Ralf looked different with dread-locked hair made look wet. Along with Shawn and Tatton the three of them looked angry with me and as they told me to come down my driveway a bit I bumped into Karl who also had a look of animosity in his eyes. It was like they told him that I fucked his mum or something as he informed me he had something in his car of mine, opened the boot to reveal a piece of rope that belonged to my dad. Taking it out I didn’t know what to do as they all looked vengeful but I think I walked back into my house.

Chasing a Car at Macarthur Square

From there some crazy shit started to happen in my dream where the scene once again changed to what I think was the back entrance to Macarthur Square that leads directly to the top level, the curvy one. Well, there was a car traveling up there and for some reason I was chasing him down because I thought he had done something very wrong. He ended up crashing into the wall of the curvy drive-strip up to the second floor and as I ran to his side of the car I struggled with him to take his gun which fired a bullet into the air.

I remember calling out for what looked like two cops out of uniform to close the gates so he wouldn’t escape and one of them started snickering at my attempts to lock him in. From nowhere came a guy to help and then we were both flung over the side concrete railing that he had crashed into and made a mess of. It’s a bit blurry from there but I think we landed into a parade where there were thousands of people and somehow we ended up onto a cliff where the guy that was with me jumped off or fell off.

Superman Saves a Singer

Landing in the water I walked down to rescue him and floating on top of him with a camera view only of his head and mine in the right bottom hand side he was doing the backstroke and singing. The guy now fairly close to the camera view was singing some type of Swedish song and I knew he was from around there somewhere with a fairly good and red tan on him.

Plucking him out of the water the camera zoomed out slowly to finally see the rest of my body and to answer the phenomena of me floating atop of the water, I was Superman. Well obviously, flying him back to shore I flew off and that was the end of my dream half an hour ago.

Back to the Real Night

Now that I’ve explained my first dream including Lyssa that I can recall or probably have ever had in my life let me explain the rest of last night and today. Now I’m starting to feel the chore again, of having to write about my life on call. Those last few paragraphs gave me no trouble at all but these next few paragraphs is where my mind I spend.

Imad Rings Me Up

Well, the first piece of action didn’t start to happen way until about 8:30 p.m. when the phone rang. Picking it up I heard music in the background and then Imad’s voice greeting me. At first I didn’t say anything about the night before even though I knew he would have seen me in the car and that would have been the purpose of his call.

After some short small talk Imad asked me what was going on Thursday night when he was over at Sofia’s house and I basically told him that I had nothing to do with it and the reason why we were there and why we took so long to leave. Informing Imad that I didn’t want to be in the car at the time he said “Yeah, you looked heaps shitty in the back.” Imad then informed me of the pranks calls that Tatton had been giving him a day before or maybe the same Thursday night.

Prank Calls and Jealousy

From what I was told Tatton called Phoenix’s mobile phone and Imad picked it up. The caller ID wasn’t taken off the first time and even though Tatton didn’t say anything and was silent eventually hanging up Imad knew it was him. Imad was in the middle of having sex with Phoenix but then he was pranked again and again each time with the caller ID off so I wonder who it was.

I think, actually I can be certain that Tatton kept calling Phoenix’s mobile phone even though Imad told him to stop was because Tatton didn’t want Imad getting his end in and wanted to prolong it as long as possible. Tatton was jealous because Imad was getting his worth in something that Tatton had once but could never have again. In a way I’m glad that Imad is going out with Phoenix (Which he’s only saying so he can fuck her) because now harmony will rest in everyone that I know who wants to fuck her.

Keith’s not going to cheat again, Ace’s going to stop trying to crack onto her, Tatton will still be pitied but he’ll stop calling after he gets bashed and myself, well I’m glad I’ll never make the same mistake as the foursome we had with her.

Imad Calls About That Night

Asking for Tatton’s mobile phone number I gave it to him and then Imad let me go so he could give him a call. Imad informed me that he was now going out with Phoenix and I just warned him how she’s gotten around and how he too used to tease her but he insists that he’s only in it for the sex. Just as long as Imad doesn’t defend Phoenix’s side of the story over everyone else he should be alright.

It doesn’t piss me off that he’s picking on Tatton because Tatton kept pranking him on purpose and if Imad tells Tamsen that Keith has been cheating on her it won’t be my problem but if he makes me hate Phoenix more, he’s doing a bad job. Rather than let Phoenix get to his head like she’s done so much in the past with me and everyone else who has fought her battles or listened to her prejudice lies he shouldn’t tolerate her shit.