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.
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