I'm in an asian country walking on an empty road. I come upon a hoop handing over the road with vines hanging down from it. I want to take some clippings for my vivarium and notice that the individual vines are different species of vines grafted together. As I begin to take pictures of it, a parade comes by with a float commemorating a U.S. invasion of the nation. As the parade goes by, the vines are rolled up to let the floats pass.
After the parade, I'm a guest in the house of a local. I'm getting something to eat in the kitchen. There's some sort of food that is very juicy - something like melon on a bone - that I'm preparing over a wate bin. I realize the waste bin is leaking so try to carry it across the kitchen to another bin, but make the situation worse, creating a trail of sticky goo across the floor. I want to clean it up without the lady of the house finding out - I try to mop the mess up with paper towels, but it doesn't help much.
The residents of the house come into the kitchen and the woman starts to clean up my mess. She doesn't say anything and I can't tell if she's angry or not. I ask one of the males if they can unfurl the hoop of vines again so I can get better pictures. He does with a remote control, but it was made to look nice and be rolled up once - it is kind of mussed up now.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A letter and gift from Julia Child
I'm walking down a street on my childhood paper route. I see two men knock on a door and pull out guns when the resident answers. I'm many yards away, but suddenly I have one of the men's gun in my hand. I point it at them, my hands shaking. A dozen or so other people with guns show up and hold the men at gunpoint. Police officers take away the two men and I overhear something about a $60,000 reward.
There's a concert going on at my junior high. The junior high band is practicing a Christmas carol, I walk out of the practice room into a large hall when an all black orchestra is giving the concert. I talk to one of the musicians and someone in the audience, telling them that Julia Child once wrote a letter to me about my fanzine - which interviewed musicians about food.
I'm in another room at my junior high with coworkers. One has received a musical keyboard he ordered from eBay. I play a console organ with him. I notice the organ is damaged in a corner, but the damages although severe seem to be only cosmetic.
I'm in a hall, still in the junior high but there are lines of people waiting in grocery store checkouts. A young man gives me a small cheap fabric badge for assisting is arresting the criminals earlier in the dream, the award I understood to be $60,000.
A coworker and I enter a room that's supposed to be my bedroom with the understanding we're going to have sex. We're naked. There's a vinegary smell in the room but the window is open. As I'm thinking the vinegar smell will soon clear out through the window, my coworker closes it, saying she feels cold. I don't feel comfortable with the situation and to avoid sex, I suggest we put sunscreen lotion on our inner arms and armpits.
I'm at a dinner party in an opulent mansion. I'm again telling the story of how Julia Child wrote me, when I discover she's actually at the dinner party. She shows me different sets of fine wines that I can order for $0.69 because I know her. When she asks me which set I'd like I tell her I'm appreciative, but can't really judge that any wine is a higher quality than another once the price gets over $20 a bottle so maybe she should chose for me. She seems a bit condescending but polite as she walks off to find a collection of mustards she says I'd probably prefer.
There's a concert going on at my junior high. The junior high band is practicing a Christmas carol, I walk out of the practice room into a large hall when an all black orchestra is giving the concert. I talk to one of the musicians and someone in the audience, telling them that Julia Child once wrote a letter to me about my fanzine - which interviewed musicians about food.
I'm in another room at my junior high with coworkers. One has received a musical keyboard he ordered from eBay. I play a console organ with him. I notice the organ is damaged in a corner, but the damages although severe seem to be only cosmetic.
I'm in a hall, still in the junior high but there are lines of people waiting in grocery store checkouts. A young man gives me a small cheap fabric badge for assisting is arresting the criminals earlier in the dream, the award I understood to be $60,000.
A coworker and I enter a room that's supposed to be my bedroom with the understanding we're going to have sex. We're naked. There's a vinegary smell in the room but the window is open. As I'm thinking the vinegar smell will soon clear out through the window, my coworker closes it, saying she feels cold. I don't feel comfortable with the situation and to avoid sex, I suggest we put sunscreen lotion on our inner arms and armpits.
I'm at a dinner party in an opulent mansion. I'm again telling the story of how Julia Child wrote me, when I discover she's actually at the dinner party. She shows me different sets of fine wines that I can order for $0.69 because I know her. When she asks me which set I'd like I tell her I'm appreciative, but can't really judge that any wine is a higher quality than another once the price gets over $20 a bottle so maybe she should chose for me. She seems a bit condescending but polite as she walks off to find a collection of mustards she says I'd probably prefer.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Back to school carrying metal scrap
I'm entering the Asheboro high school through some sort of sewer entrance. I can hear a rock concert going on inside. I have to climb a fire escape without railings and chose a path to one side or another of a red ribbon to get into the building. Both sides of the ribbon smell musky and sweet.
Inside the door, I approach a cafeteria line. They seem to be closing. There are tobacco alternatives for sale. I ask a worker which one is like the smell to the side of the ribbon closest to the wall. He shows me and I ask for between 1/2 and 1/2 ounce of it, unsure how much it costs or if I'll have enough cash to pay for it. I also need rolling papers but he hurries off carrying something as he closes shop. I turn top another employee to pay, but he tells me to just take it. I unwrap it and find it to be made of course red thread.
I walk back towards the sewer entrance and notice the band playing is Venison - a Minneapolis band from the 1990s. A girl with a troll like smashed face stops me - I don't recognize her. She says we've known each other seven years. I calculate that we must have met during college, but can't place her.
In the parking lot, I find myself carrying a piece of scrap metal several yards long on my shoulders. I'm with my dad and a few other people, some of who also are carrying large pieces of scrap. Nobody knows what to do with them. We try to pile them in a way that they'll support each other but they dangerously swing like a mobile. I worry that someone will get hurt as I realize kids are getting out of classes and have to walk near the pile of scrap.
Inside the door, I approach a cafeteria line. They seem to be closing. There are tobacco alternatives for sale. I ask a worker which one is like the smell to the side of the ribbon closest to the wall. He shows me and I ask for between 1/2 and 1/2 ounce of it, unsure how much it costs or if I'll have enough cash to pay for it. I also need rolling papers but he hurries off carrying something as he closes shop. I turn top another employee to pay, but he tells me to just take it. I unwrap it and find it to be made of course red thread.
I walk back towards the sewer entrance and notice the band playing is Venison - a Minneapolis band from the 1990s. A girl with a troll like smashed face stops me - I don't recognize her. She says we've known each other seven years. I calculate that we must have met during college, but can't place her.
In the parking lot, I find myself carrying a piece of scrap metal several yards long on my shoulders. I'm with my dad and a few other people, some of who also are carrying large pieces of scrap. Nobody knows what to do with them. We try to pile them in a way that they'll support each other but they dangerously swing like a mobile. I worry that someone will get hurt as I realize kids are getting out of classes and have to walk near the pile of scrap.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Pushing a project towards offensive
I'm part of a team doing a project for work. A very pretty girl I knew in elementary school is also on the team. I've made some content for the project that's pretty extreme and offends the girl's parents. They are in a room talking to her and the managers taking her off the project. While the rest of the team and I are waiting for her to come out, I'm in a lon hall with a crowd of people and tell the rest of the team that her parents wouldn't let her date until later in high school. I wonder if her parents will let us still be friends. A boy in bleachers dances for the crowd, springing from wall to wall.
A line of people start coming out of the room. I find my friend and hug her.
A line of people start coming out of the room. I find my friend and hug her.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Car stolen on vacation
I'm on vacation in Wilmington. I'm staying with a friend who lives in a large, old house with mant housemates. I've brought some of my frogs with me. I'm alone while everybody is at work. I sleep in and am woken by people who say they're friends of someone who lives in the house - they need to come in to get something out of their friends room. I'm unsure if I should let them, but as the door was open, I figure they would have come in even if I wasn't there.
I go to a sort of street fair with bands playing. The main events are across a moat - one has to take an underwater bus to make it the short distance across. I lounge, mull around and nap across the moat from the bands. There are some interesting local frogs I'd like to take back with me. I walk back to the house as people start arriving home from work.
I ask people if they have a container suitable to keep frogs in. Eventually I find a 5 gallon restaurant bucket. My girlfriend and I go to the water to catch some frogs. When I open the container, some of the frogs I've brought with me are already in it - the bucket is almost full of sand leaving little room for the frogs. I tell my girlfriend I have to return to the place I'm staying to get some more containers for frogs. On the way back, I see many of my frogs, some of which seem to have dried up and splintered into many tiny frogs. I grab as many as I can carry in my hands.
As I arrive back at the house, I notice a woman is in my car - she is looking at a tall stack of CDs which aren't mine. As I open the door to confront her, I notice there are many people around my car and a large man is working on the engine. I approach the man and see my engine is gone. As I'm speaking to the people around the car, I realize the man has been disassembling and stealing my car part by part. Pretending not to realize this I surreptitiously dial 9-1-1 and say things to make the dispatcher realize my car has been stolen.
A police car soon approaches and the man tries to run - I grab him in a bear hug and subdue him easily although he is quite a bit larger than I am. The police are familiar with him as he has stolen cars before. They haul him off and tell me to come in and file a report tomorrow as they're getting off work soon. After they leave, I realize four teenagers were carrying off the car parts for the man. I grab two in a bear hug and call to the police, but the police ignore me. I let the kids go.
I realize I've left my girlfriend by the water - the ordeal was over an hour long - and I rush back to apologize for leaving her there and to explain what happened. When we get back to the car, even more of it is gone - all that's left is the chasis and wheels and ignition. We get in the car which surprisingly still works. As I begin to drive it out of the parking lot, I realize it's clamped to the side of a tow truck and this is why it seems to still, work. The tow truck driver explains that the car is actually not drivable. I realize I'll, have to fly back.
There is an in-flight movie about World War II. I am blown away by footage of a large formation of US bombers dropping bombs on a massive formation of Japanese bombers below. As the bombs hit the place below, the formation falls apart like a huge thin wafer flaking apart in the sky.
I'm back home and have driven to the police station that has arrested the man who stole my car. There are no police officers or clerks around, only other people waiting. My mom is there too. I'm wondering if I'll have to still pay for an expensive part a repair shop had ordered for my car. I leave my mom at a set of doors and go to a room where a friend lives. She's sitting in a chair naked and I lay on a could on the other side of the room, also naked. The friend tells me there were many times she would have liked to have sex with me. I remind her we did have sex, and she explains that she means having unprotected sex and getting pregnant. She says she would now, but she's having her period so couldn't get pregnant. Her roommate walks in and says she'd like to have sex with me too and is also having her period, but doesn't mind having sex on her period. I motion that she can come sit on the couch with me, which she does. I realize I recognize her from somewhere from the tattoos on the front of her thighs. She has a deformed, impish face but I find her oddly attractive. I explain that I'd like to have sex with her but have a girlfriend and the girlfriend is actually in the building. We lay together and nap.
My mom walks in the door and I remember I'm there with my mom, not my girlfriend. We return to the police station. There are many seniors sitting in school desks and still no police officers. I yell, "Where the fuck are the cops?" A voice comes over a public address system that I am considered hostile and that everyone must lay on the ground. Everybody does and on the way down gestures at me with their hands in the same way and makes their eyes large and round. After a few minutes, I point out that I was right: there are no cops around to even arrest me. I basketball bounces out through a door and a young player walks by me to retrieve it. I sarcastically remind the kid I'm hostile - he shrugs it off, saying "I know."
Eventually a cop comes and leads me away. He is very offensive and vulgar - everyone around him, even his coworkers is disturbed by him. Someone else waiting to be processed says he's not the type of person he wants protecting his community. I say that the guy probably has rescued kittens from trees at the same time the cop says the same thing, This makes the cop like me and he lets me go.
I go to a sort of street fair with bands playing. The main events are across a moat - one has to take an underwater bus to make it the short distance across. I lounge, mull around and nap across the moat from the bands. There are some interesting local frogs I'd like to take back with me. I walk back to the house as people start arriving home from work.
I ask people if they have a container suitable to keep frogs in. Eventually I find a 5 gallon restaurant bucket. My girlfriend and I go to the water to catch some frogs. When I open the container, some of the frogs I've brought with me are already in it - the bucket is almost full of sand leaving little room for the frogs. I tell my girlfriend I have to return to the place I'm staying to get some more containers for frogs. On the way back, I see many of my frogs, some of which seem to have dried up and splintered into many tiny frogs. I grab as many as I can carry in my hands.
As I arrive back at the house, I notice a woman is in my car - she is looking at a tall stack of CDs which aren't mine. As I open the door to confront her, I notice there are many people around my car and a large man is working on the engine. I approach the man and see my engine is gone. As I'm speaking to the people around the car, I realize the man has been disassembling and stealing my car part by part. Pretending not to realize this I surreptitiously dial 9-1-1 and say things to make the dispatcher realize my car has been stolen.
A police car soon approaches and the man tries to run - I grab him in a bear hug and subdue him easily although he is quite a bit larger than I am. The police are familiar with him as he has stolen cars before. They haul him off and tell me to come in and file a report tomorrow as they're getting off work soon. After they leave, I realize four teenagers were carrying off the car parts for the man. I grab two in a bear hug and call to the police, but the police ignore me. I let the kids go.
I realize I've left my girlfriend by the water - the ordeal was over an hour long - and I rush back to apologize for leaving her there and to explain what happened. When we get back to the car, even more of it is gone - all that's left is the chasis and wheels and ignition. We get in the car which surprisingly still works. As I begin to drive it out of the parking lot, I realize it's clamped to the side of a tow truck and this is why it seems to still, work. The tow truck driver explains that the car is actually not drivable. I realize I'll, have to fly back.
There is an in-flight movie about World War II. I am blown away by footage of a large formation of US bombers dropping bombs on a massive formation of Japanese bombers below. As the bombs hit the place below, the formation falls apart like a huge thin wafer flaking apart in the sky.
I'm back home and have driven to the police station that has arrested the man who stole my car. There are no police officers or clerks around, only other people waiting. My mom is there too. I'm wondering if I'll have to still pay for an expensive part a repair shop had ordered for my car. I leave my mom at a set of doors and go to a room where a friend lives. She's sitting in a chair naked and I lay on a could on the other side of the room, also naked. The friend tells me there were many times she would have liked to have sex with me. I remind her we did have sex, and she explains that she means having unprotected sex and getting pregnant. She says she would now, but she's having her period so couldn't get pregnant. Her roommate walks in and says she'd like to have sex with me too and is also having her period, but doesn't mind having sex on her period. I motion that she can come sit on the couch with me, which she does. I realize I recognize her from somewhere from the tattoos on the front of her thighs. She has a deformed, impish face but I find her oddly attractive. I explain that I'd like to have sex with her but have a girlfriend and the girlfriend is actually in the building. We lay together and nap.
My mom walks in the door and I remember I'm there with my mom, not my girlfriend. We return to the police station. There are many seniors sitting in school desks and still no police officers. I yell, "Where the fuck are the cops?" A voice comes over a public address system that I am considered hostile and that everyone must lay on the ground. Everybody does and on the way down gestures at me with their hands in the same way and makes their eyes large and round. After a few minutes, I point out that I was right: there are no cops around to even arrest me. I basketball bounces out through a door and a young player walks by me to retrieve it. I sarcastically remind the kid I'm hostile - he shrugs it off, saying "I know."
Eventually a cop comes and leads me away. He is very offensive and vulgar - everyone around him, even his coworkers is disturbed by him. Someone else waiting to be processed says he's not the type of person he wants protecting his community. I say that the guy probably has rescued kittens from trees at the same time the cop says the same thing, This makes the cop like me and he lets me go.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Hiking, unable to communicate in a cafeteria
I'm hiking in the New England mountains by myself early in the morning. I make good time walking down from a peak I had climbed the previous day and stop to take pictures of a valley. It's a rural residential area. I wonder why I came back down the way I came and decide I must have wanted to hitchhike from the road to a more interesting part of the trail.
I'm among many people who seem to be attending a fair. My old band is playing, I'm glad to see friends I haven't seen in a long time. I have to fill out several pages of paperwork for an unknown reason. I drop the paperwork off at a long row of folding tables and sit on a toilet which is one of many in a line parallel to the row of tables. An attractive woman finishes next to me, it takes me a long time to finish and I have to wipe with leaves.
I'm now in a cafeteria beyond the row of tables. I realize I only have $11 and this must last the rest of my hike. Nobody in the cafeteria speaks English. The cafeteria is closing and I'm having difficulty communicating that I need to buy something hardy for little money.
I'm walking outside the cafeteria in a war zone. The narrator is explaining that it's thought the bomber from an ethnic tribe infiltrated a rival ethnic tribe as he shared physical characteristics which could pass as the rival tribe and filled out fraudulant paperwork.
I'm among many people who seem to be attending a fair. My old band is playing, I'm glad to see friends I haven't seen in a long time. I have to fill out several pages of paperwork for an unknown reason. I drop the paperwork off at a long row of folding tables and sit on a toilet which is one of many in a line parallel to the row of tables. An attractive woman finishes next to me, it takes me a long time to finish and I have to wipe with leaves.
I'm now in a cafeteria beyond the row of tables. I realize I only have $11 and this must last the rest of my hike. Nobody in the cafeteria speaks English. The cafeteria is closing and I'm having difficulty communicating that I need to buy something hardy for little money.
I'm walking outside the cafeteria in a war zone. The narrator is explaining that it's thought the bomber from an ethnic tribe infiltrated a rival ethnic tribe as he shared physical characteristics which could pass as the rival tribe and filled out fraudulant paperwork.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Watching myself crash on a plane
I'm on a plane returning from a business trip with a coworker. The plane seems to be crashing but I'm not sure. The plane then tilts so I'm sitting at a 90 degree angle and I'm sure it's crashing. My coworker and I are suddenly in sleeping bags on a sidewalk as if we're camping out in a line for tickets, my coworker is asleep. I see the plane that we are also still on diving towards the ground in the distance. I quickly try to wrap our sleeping bags around us to protect us from impact. The plane crashes in the distance and I sit up and put my hand on my coworker's back to see if she's OK. I realize I'm dreaming.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
A photo with Sarah Palin
I've left school to go to the mall for a bit. Sarah Palin is sitting at a table and I decide to talk to her as people have said she's smart and friendly and I want to be able to say from personal experience. I quickly find her very personable, but not intelligent. There are people lined up to have their picture taken with her, I walk with her to go first.
There are several backgrounds I can chose from. The process is to get your picture taken, take a number indicating what background you want and wait for it to be printed out and signed by Palin.
My parents unexpectedly show up. My dad explains my my has been diagnosed with cancer and we're going to England for her treatment. I'm very concerned and want to look up the cancer on the Internet. I also realize I don't have my wallet or keys, and am glad my dad is there so I can borrow $30 to pay for the signed photo.
There's something wrong with my picture with Palin, again I get to cut in line to get it retaken. This time, I'm given a choice of a paper costume to wear. I chose a frog. The pictures are again screwed up, this time every picture looks like it was taken in a fun house mirror. Someone working at the event apologies and tells me they'll give me the more expensive video version at no charge. It ends up the video version is a Teletubbies-like animation with my head and Sara Palin's head pasted on.
There are several backgrounds I can chose from. The process is to get your picture taken, take a number indicating what background you want and wait for it to be printed out and signed by Palin.
My parents unexpectedly show up. My dad explains my my has been diagnosed with cancer and we're going to England for her treatment. I'm very concerned and want to look up the cancer on the Internet. I also realize I don't have my wallet or keys, and am glad my dad is there so I can borrow $30 to pay for the signed photo.
There's something wrong with my picture with Palin, again I get to cut in line to get it retaken. This time, I'm given a choice of a paper costume to wear. I chose a frog. The pictures are again screwed up, this time every picture looks like it was taken in a fun house mirror. Someone working at the event apologies and tells me they'll give me the more expensive video version at no charge. It ends up the video version is a Teletubbies-like animation with my head and Sara Palin's head pasted on.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
End of the world cult, kidnapping
I'm at a religious event in an indoor stadium, it has something to do with the prediction of the end of the world by nuclear war which is happening in 2017, after a period of global harmony starting in 2012. Everybody is buying bulk food to store at the end times. I realize I have to do the same as the rest of the world is going crazy.
After the event, my dad says those who didn't attend should ask for forgiveness. "I came only because it's intellectually stimulating to observe," I respond.
I'm with a girl I've been dating, we walk to me parent's car who we're riding home with. When we get to the car, I'm surprised irritated to see two of my nieces in the back seat. The absolute most the car can fit is six and my brother has a friend that needs a ride too, for a total of 8. I walk back to my brother, standing outside the doors of stadium with his friend. I explain the situation.
I'm back in the car and explain that there are enough cars to fit everybody going back to the town we're going to, but we have to wait to make sure everybody knows the arrangements. I go back to the area outside the stadium. I see my dad drive the car around the outside of the parking lot towards us, I point it out to my brother. He takes a wrong turn but eventually gets to us. I scold him for leaving where he was, telling him in situations like this it;s best to stay where everybody knows you are. We get in an argument - he claims that the problem is a timing thing and he and one of the nieces are the only ones who got it right. I argue that the problem was he brought more people than the car could fit. I ask my brother to explain the situation to him, but he doesn't.
We're driving away, everybody seems to be in the car. I have a device that is both a phone and a very famous electronic basketball game, I've hardly used the game. My brother says he knows the people who originally designed the game in one May. I think about saying it was clearly based on the handheld basketball game from the mid seventies, but my mom announces she's made it to the tournament. I'm surprised she's played at all.
We're stopped, waiting to make sure the rest of the people from our town have rides. My brother has walked back to the stadium to make sure. I'm standing in the street. My dad suddenly drives by in a car he seems to have stolen. I look back at the car and notice two men seem to be trying to kidnap the rest of the people in the car - my mom, girlfriend and nieces. I run down the street hoping to find help. I find a baseball bat on the sidewalk and pick it up to use as a weapon. I decide to stop cars and make people help me. The first car I stop is a delivery truck, I point to the car and tell the driver it's a kidnapping. I notice the driver is a young teenager who wouldn't be much help. There is a schoolbus parked in the opposite lane, so I tell the driver just to stay there so I can gather up a posse from the cars that will have to stop behind.
After the event, my dad says those who didn't attend should ask for forgiveness. "I came only because it's intellectually stimulating to observe," I respond.
I'm with a girl I've been dating, we walk to me parent's car who we're riding home with. When we get to the car, I'm surprised irritated to see two of my nieces in the back seat. The absolute most the car can fit is six and my brother has a friend that needs a ride too, for a total of 8. I walk back to my brother, standing outside the doors of stadium with his friend. I explain the situation.
I'm back in the car and explain that there are enough cars to fit everybody going back to the town we're going to, but we have to wait to make sure everybody knows the arrangements. I go back to the area outside the stadium. I see my dad drive the car around the outside of the parking lot towards us, I point it out to my brother. He takes a wrong turn but eventually gets to us. I scold him for leaving where he was, telling him in situations like this it;s best to stay where everybody knows you are. We get in an argument - he claims that the problem is a timing thing and he and one of the nieces are the only ones who got it right. I argue that the problem was he brought more people than the car could fit. I ask my brother to explain the situation to him, but he doesn't.
We're driving away, everybody seems to be in the car. I have a device that is both a phone and a very famous electronic basketball game, I've hardly used the game. My brother says he knows the people who originally designed the game in one May. I think about saying it was clearly based on the handheld basketball game from the mid seventies, but my mom announces she's made it to the tournament. I'm surprised she's played at all.
We're stopped, waiting to make sure the rest of the people from our town have rides. My brother has walked back to the stadium to make sure. I'm standing in the street. My dad suddenly drives by in a car he seems to have stolen. I look back at the car and notice two men seem to be trying to kidnap the rest of the people in the car - my mom, girlfriend and nieces. I run down the street hoping to find help. I find a baseball bat on the sidewalk and pick it up to use as a weapon. I decide to stop cars and make people help me. The first car I stop is a delivery truck, I point to the car and tell the driver it's a kidnapping. I notice the driver is a young teenager who wouldn't be much help. There is a schoolbus parked in the opposite lane, so I tell the driver just to stay there so I can gather up a posse from the cars that will have to stop behind.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I'm a terrorist or something
I'm at a concert and have a lot of plastic explosives. I place a small amount on top of some sort of shelf, perhaps a large speaker. I expect it to make a huge explosion, but it is hardly enough to bather anyone. I'm on the street and realize I could get in a lot of trouble for setting off a bomb.
There is violence in the streets - I have a gun and am picking up ammunition off the ground. I'm collecting so much of it, I'm carrying it around in a basket I've improvised by holding out the bottom of my tee shirt.
There is violence in the streets - I have a gun and am picking up ammunition off the ground. I'm collecting so much of it, I'm carrying it around in a basket I've improvised by holding out the bottom of my tee shirt.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Moving back in with my parents
My parents are making modifications to the NC house in preparation for my moving in. I've just discovered there's no way to get into my semi-private part of the house without climbing a ladder. I'm angry, but walk to a far away detached garage that will be mine to make sure I'm correct before confronting them. As I walk back, there's a man with a remote control garage opener trying to get it to function on a door adjacent to mine. He is wary to walk closer to the door because something criminal is going on, but I can't tell if the man is afraid of the criminal activity or is part of the criminal activity.
Back in the house, I tell my parents what a terrible idea it was making it so I had to climb a ladder to get into my room. I explain how hard it will be carrying groceries up a ladder.
Later, I'm in front of the house with people who are my friends. It's just before dawn. Several groups of many pinpoints of light fly across the sky. Three large spaceships appear quite near the ground. I rush inside to turn the lights off so I can get better pictures of the craft.
Back in the house, I tell my parents what a terrible idea it was making it so I had to climb a ladder to get into my room. I explain how hard it will be carrying groceries up a ladder.
Later, I'm in front of the house with people who are my friends. It's just before dawn. Several groups of many pinpoints of light fly across the sky. Three large spaceships appear quite near the ground. I rush inside to turn the lights off so I can get better pictures of the craft.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Shopping
I'm shopping in a store with a childhood friend. I have an anatomically correct plastic stick figure toy in the cart and my friend is getting a lot of old porn mags. We come upon my mom who wants to buy our purchases for us. I don't want her to see what we're buying.
A few buildings down there's another store. In it, I find many old tiny romance books high on a deep, disregarded shelf. There are too many to carry at once, but I want to buy all of them for the woman I'm dating. I carry as many as I can hold back to the first store and return for more. I realize I walked out without paying and notice I'm wearing a yellow and blue vest that makes me look like a clerk. I wonder if I should just walk out with more books.
I come upon a friend who has been on some sort of hiking or hitchhiking journey and hasn't bathed in weeks. He's standing on a street corner among a large amount of rotting mushrooms.
A few buildings down there's another store. In it, I find many old tiny romance books high on a deep, disregarded shelf. There are too many to carry at once, but I want to buy all of them for the woman I'm dating. I carry as many as I can hold back to the first store and return for more. I realize I walked out without paying and notice I'm wearing a yellow and blue vest that makes me look like a clerk. I wonder if I should just walk out with more books.
I come upon a friend who has been on some sort of hiking or hitchhiking journey and hasn't bathed in weeks. He's standing on a street corner among a large amount of rotting mushrooms.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A giant crab like insect will eat the wooden rafters
I realize I've owned a motorcycle for years but have forgotten. It's near an aunt and uncle's house in front of where a neighbor's house and huge pile of dirt used to be. Almost all the dirt has been removed and there is a different and rundown house near by. My motorcycle has a self-diagnostic test, which I run. The cycle jumps onto the neighbor's porch. A man comes out to see what's going on. He's a motorcycle mechanic and tells me the sensors for the diagnostic tests are lose, so I have to get them hooked back up before I can find out if anything is wrong.
I get on the motorcycle and am joined my a friend - perhaps a cousin - who has a woman I had previously met with him. He asks if I want to come with them, I agree, thinking maybe I'll end up hooking up with the girl.
We ride the motorcycles to a house which is supposed to belong to a grandmother I never met. My cousins and other people are inside laying around playing games. I have a yo-yo but am not very good with it.
In the front-yard is an entrance to a underground sewage pipe or utility tunnel of some sort. I crawl into it and travel steeply down for several hundred yards. I come out at the bottom of a hill. I have a sack of old belongings which I throw into the rainwater sewer - old pictures, an incomplete Scrabble board, an old pillow. I feel like I'm polluting because I am.
I travel back up the hill, this time outside of the tunnel. There is a strip cleared for power lines and houses on either side. Many people are walking down the hill as I go up. Close to the top, I stop and greet a policeman who enters the utility tunnel with me. We walk back to the entrance I originally came in through - now there is a complicated and dangerous looking turn-style on the exit. I'm afraid it will crush my legs as I go through it, but it just pushes me out a little faster than I would have normally walked.
Back inside my grandmother's house, an aunt is smashing a giant crab like insect with her hands, exclaiming that it will eat the wooden rafters if it's not killed right away. It's body is three or four feet long and has eight legs which are more like tapeworms than legs. I know the scientific name of this creature and look it up in an encyclopedia.
I get on the motorcycle and am joined my a friend - perhaps a cousin - who has a woman I had previously met with him. He asks if I want to come with them, I agree, thinking maybe I'll end up hooking up with the girl.
We ride the motorcycles to a house which is supposed to belong to a grandmother I never met. My cousins and other people are inside laying around playing games. I have a yo-yo but am not very good with it.
In the front-yard is an entrance to a underground sewage pipe or utility tunnel of some sort. I crawl into it and travel steeply down for several hundred yards. I come out at the bottom of a hill. I have a sack of old belongings which I throw into the rainwater sewer - old pictures, an incomplete Scrabble board, an old pillow. I feel like I'm polluting because I am.
I travel back up the hill, this time outside of the tunnel. There is a strip cleared for power lines and houses on either side. Many people are walking down the hill as I go up. Close to the top, I stop and greet a policeman who enters the utility tunnel with me. We walk back to the entrance I originally came in through - now there is a complicated and dangerous looking turn-style on the exit. I'm afraid it will crush my legs as I go through it, but it just pushes me out a little faster than I would have normally walked.
Back inside my grandmother's house, an aunt is smashing a giant crab like insect with her hands, exclaiming that it will eat the wooden rafters if it's not killed right away. It's body is three or four feet long and has eight legs which are more like tapeworms than legs. I know the scientific name of this creature and look it up in an encyclopedia.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Filming a movie, buying shoes and trying to get breakfast
I'm in a large room with a huge geopolitical globe made of ornate wood flying a remote control toy plane with a camera on it. I have to shoot the opening sequence of a film, which pans across the Costa Rica part of the map. The whole dream takes place in a gigantic room, which must be a movie set.
I'm waking up in a sleeping bag. There is someone sleeping in a sleeping bag next to me. Much dust and tiny insects are hanging in the air, lit up by early morning sunbeams. A large and colorful caterpillar/sea slug is crawling through the air eating the insects and dust. It's very close to the person next to me and rather creepy looking.
I have to get up early to go buy shoes. A friend I used to date is coming with me. I buy some outlandish red shoes and wear them as we walk to breakfast. It's very early and the restaurant is just opening. One must climb a precarious wedge of bent and polished wood to reach the door to the restaurant - I'm having trouble keeping my balance. A waitress comes through the door at the top and swings to me on a red satin rope, handing me a second red satin rope when she reaches me. I'm supposed to swing across the space to reach the door, but also have trouble doing this.
The room is now a large artificial canyon with limestone wally. I see a missile hit the wall near the top of the canyon - it's not a real missile, but a model for the movie set. It knocks down a water tower at the top of the canyon. The water tower is supposed to be in Gaza or the West Bank. I worry that the water tower may come collapsing down on me.
I'm waking up in a sleeping bag. There is someone sleeping in a sleeping bag next to me. Much dust and tiny insects are hanging in the air, lit up by early morning sunbeams. A large and colorful caterpillar/sea slug is crawling through the air eating the insects and dust. It's very close to the person next to me and rather creepy looking.
I have to get up early to go buy shoes. A friend I used to date is coming with me. I buy some outlandish red shoes and wear them as we walk to breakfast. It's very early and the restaurant is just opening. One must climb a precarious wedge of bent and polished wood to reach the door to the restaurant - I'm having trouble keeping my balance. A waitress comes through the door at the top and swings to me on a red satin rope, handing me a second red satin rope when she reaches me. I'm supposed to swing across the space to reach the door, but also have trouble doing this.
The room is now a large artificial canyon with limestone wally. I see a missile hit the wall near the top of the canyon - it's not a real missile, but a model for the movie set. It knocks down a water tower at the top of the canyon. The water tower is supposed to be in Gaza or the West Bank. I worry that the water tower may come collapsing down on me.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I have a penis growing out of my cheek
I'm waking up in my Ohio bedroom - an erect penis has grown out of the side of my face. I masturbate it to try to get it to go away, but it doesn't work. My parents are getting up and in the hall outside my room, I try to hide the penis from them but they see it. We go across the street are standing in a neighbor's driveway. I'm trying to wrap a sheet around my head like a ghutra to hide the erection. I'm carrying a pornographic booklet printed on newsprint. A woman is taking notes on my behavior.
I'm in an emergency room to see someone about the erection on my face. There's a long line and many people waiting. I'm naked and trying to wrap an invisible towel around me. I try to explain that my case is very odd and needs immediate attention, but nobody will listen to me. As I leave the emergency room, I meet a nurse I find attractive. She asks if she can suck the penis ion my face, I tell her she may not. She asks if she can see me later, to which I agree. She tells me I should go top another hospital to get attention.
At the next hospital, I'm standing in front of a garage door that seems to open into a chasm which seems to contain doctor's offices. A doctor is just getting off work and returning to her office - I stop her and point out my unusual condition. She reluctantly agrees to see me then. In amazement, I complain to her that I'd have thought doctors would be scrambling to treat a case such as mine as they would certainly be published in a medical journal if they treated it. "It's like I have a hand growing out of my leg, or a second hand growing out of my wrist!" I exclaim. The doctor responds non-nonchalantly that it's "actually a bit weirder" than that.
As the doctor is shuffling papers, doing paperwork, I'm scrambling not to fall over a cliff just inside the garage door.
I'm in an emergency room to see someone about the erection on my face. There's a long line and many people waiting. I'm naked and trying to wrap an invisible towel around me. I try to explain that my case is very odd and needs immediate attention, but nobody will listen to me. As I leave the emergency room, I meet a nurse I find attractive. She asks if she can suck the penis ion my face, I tell her she may not. She asks if she can see me later, to which I agree. She tells me I should go top another hospital to get attention.
At the next hospital, I'm standing in front of a garage door that seems to open into a chasm which seems to contain doctor's offices. A doctor is just getting off work and returning to her office - I stop her and point out my unusual condition. She reluctantly agrees to see me then. In amazement, I complain to her that I'd have thought doctors would be scrambling to treat a case such as mine as they would certainly be published in a medical journal if they treated it. "It's like I have a hand growing out of my leg, or a second hand growing out of my wrist!" I exclaim. The doctor responds non-nonchalantly that it's "actually a bit weirder" than that.
As the doctor is shuffling papers, doing paperwork, I'm scrambling not to fall over a cliff just inside the garage door.
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