Junkyard days from the past. I grew up near a dump, it smelled horrible. They filled it in a few years later but I remember driving on the way home all the time with mom and dad and the smell was hideous as we would pass it. All that junk and they just filled it over with some dirt. Nothing has changed when it comes to that, we just keep piling on the dirt over the junk that keeps accumulating. I used to go to the dump and smash stuff because man, I have been a fucking angry person for some time now. My buddy Corey and I would find bicycles, air conditioners, propane tanks, televisions, anything that was breakable. It was very refreshing to take other people's junk and take out the frustrations of growing up out on objects.
Then I am at another junkyard, I have a fixed gear bike made from parts and all I need now is a rear wheel with the fixed gear and I am looking through a pile of ten-speed parts and can;t seem to find one. The smell is horrible everywhere, it's a burning smell inside of your nostrils. It's like in Brooklyn in the industrial section.
I am in a building and no one is there and there are all of these hallways, empty. There are flashing lights and apparitions running around from the past but I am in the feeling that I know that none of this really exists, I think end up on top of the building, I jump off and fly away.
I am with a friend who I know pretty well but will keep nameless, we were never that close but in this dream we are very close and I am hugging her and all of a sudden we go into each other and merge and meld into one. Our eyes are shut and we are like the yin and the yang together. She smiles so much when we merge. The songs inside of her soul play so beautifully.
I then am in a past relationship that is based on sex and I am very disinterested in physical relationships now and I realize that this is just a projection of the past trying to pull me back, I start to fall for it again but then catch myself and completely walk away from it.