I'm in a friend's apartment, she puts ear phones on me - they don't play music, but protrude deep into the ears. They feel unbelievably good. There are insects crawling around. She picks up a huge grasshopper-like insect and throws it out the door. I sits in chair with wheels, my friend tries to put me through a glass window. Startled, I wake up for a moment.
Outside of her apartment, she gets into a red convertible, saying something like she wished she had a "real" one, gesturing to an identical car next to hers. I'm locking my bike to a telephone pole, naked. There are sores all over my penis. A guy asks me if I've been fucking a pig, I joke, "not in a few years". "You haven't had sex in 8 years?" he taunts.
I'm in a stadium of bleachers, I don't have a seat. Everyone is sitting in the opposite direction one would in a stadium. I can see weeds below the rows. I look for Horse Mint, a weed I had read about in waking life recently - police in Texas confiscated massive quantities of it mistaking it for marijuana. I see many interesting plants, but no Horse Mint.
I walk a short distance towards my high school and suddenly wake up in my dorm room. I have something stuck in my throat, spit it out and see is insects that crawled into my lungs while sleeping. I have to pee, and can't control it - pee starts gushing out of me and I can't stop it. I try to pee on towels and dirty laundry, but there's so much it forms large puddles on the floor. I'm trying to sop it up before anyone finds out, when my new roommate, a Sikh, comes in with his Caucasian host family. I notice there's a half empty bottle of water on the floor and hope everybody thinks I just spilled water. My roommate asks whether we should have our own sides of the room as his mom helps he clean up the floor.
I'm outside the dorm in a metal bus stop/free standing garage type structure with many strangers. Some sort of giant metal creature is attacking a building, the building is firing back molten metal fish and fireballs. Cinders fall from the sky. I tell everyone to stay in the shelter. A gigantic hand reaches across the sky, stretching almost all the way across the visible horizon. Giant people start walking away from the hand and building/monster fight - their feet are larger then the structure we're in and I am hoping we don't get stepped on. Someone closes garage door and we begin sliding down a hill and eventually tumble down concrete stairs. The structure comes to rest at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of a railroad track. A giant cop is opening drawers on our structure, he finds us.
I tell everyone we can go back to the war in Canada or stay in America as tiny people.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Among giants, fish weapons made of molten metal
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back to school,
grotesque bodies,
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police/security guards,
sex,
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