cumbrella

so i remember this one time over a couple of days last summer i had a great time in my own head. it all started with somebody at school one of the last days asking me about or just talking about what you were hoping your life would be like in the future and what you were thinking about it. i didn't really have an answer at the time, perhaps a quasi recognized artist but nothing else. that turned into some dreams in the begging of the summer i had of art openings of mine in the future at galleries and people were standing around talking and eating cheese on bread and drinking out of plastic cups while holding napkins in the same hand, you know whatever people do at art openings. i don't know what any of the art was at all, when ever i dream of art it's never really art, its just people standing in front of where the art should be or it is shrouded in ambiguity, so any whosezzls i was thinking the day after that dream that that art opening was way too bland, that i wanted more than just people standing around with the clear plastic cup and napkin in the same hand, i wanted something more interesting. so the next night i had a dream of another art opening and i really cant remember at all what was going on at all, i don't think i ever, the whole thing was covered in a thick layer of ambiguity, but i remember people outside the doors talking about it amongst themselves in disbelief of what was going on inside there and then returning for a second go. and there some great amazing and gross stuff going on there but my brain refused to let me in on the joke. so the day after that i was contemplating that dream and thinking of this amazing art opening that i had no idea what was going on and i was trying to imagine what it possibly could be but nothing fit, every thing i thought of just didn't make the cut. so it ended up with me siting in my room at my desk staring out the window having a conversation in my head between two imaginary people talking about the openings and the one was asking the other about them, saying: oh i have heard that those things get pretty wild. and the other replys with

"i'm really not at liberty to say just how wild they get, but i can say this... bring a cumbrella"

i couldn't believe that this line just happened in my head, it was so unexpected even though i was making it all up at the time i just could not stop laughing, i actually fell out of my chair with laughter, nobody was in my house and i was on the floor with tears in my eyes from this fictitious character's description of my own fictions future art opening/party. that line is now written on my wall at home and just that line, one time my dad saw it and was like what the fuck that's rude and not even funny.
parents just don't understand