5/24/10
Tom and Leela's--it's a giant garage full of crazy stuff piled up. Like books, dolls, costumes, trinkets, etc. It's unholy mess. But in the back by a desk, it's very tidy. There are discs piled up.
I borrow some stuff for later.
In the woods somewhere? Camping? Sort of Alpine setting--very calm and pretty.
Playing cards or looking at books with friends. We look at pictures of the Disney princesses in kinky outfits.
I go back to the garage to return Tom and Leela's stuff. I wipe up some kind of spill. When I get there, I see that someone has broken in and stolen a big door sized panel of cartoons and left it lying outside. Inside cartoons are cut and pasted all over. I call my dad to help clean it up. It's not as bad as I feared.
I bring some pics to Sandy. I've sorted out ones of the two of us. He's not interested.
I'm walking to the laundromat and run into Will. We go to the same one together.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Trains; Bus; Barbecue
5/23/10
I'm on a train. I don't have a ticket. I rifle through my wallet to see if I have enough cash, but really I'm hoping I won't run into the conductor at all. It's crowded. I find an empty compartment and hide. I'm tired and lie down.
I'm on the side of a hill. I've taken a funicular to the top. There's a bearded man telling me something.
On a bus. The rows of seats are huge, like ten people across. We all hurry to get seats. I pick one by a window and feel lucky.
At a barbecue. It's set up so that patrons take turns bartending. Alexis is behind the bar and Jacob asks for a beer. Alexis opens it wrong, and then gets water from the faucet in it, and hold it upside down so half of it drains out. Jacob discreetly gets behind the bar and gets his own beer. The bottle has a picture of a horse on the label.
I'm on a train. I don't have a ticket. I rifle through my wallet to see if I have enough cash, but really I'm hoping I won't run into the conductor at all. It's crowded. I find an empty compartment and hide. I'm tired and lie down.
I'm on the side of a hill. I've taken a funicular to the top. There's a bearded man telling me something.
On a bus. The rows of seats are huge, like ten people across. We all hurry to get seats. I pick one by a window and feel lucky.
At a barbecue. It's set up so that patrons take turns bartending. Alexis is behind the bar and Jacob asks for a beer. Alexis opens it wrong, and then gets water from the faucet in it, and hold it upside down so half of it drains out. Jacob discreetly gets behind the bar and gets his own beer. The bottle has a picture of a horse on the label.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tender Sea Monsters; Shoe Leap; Dog Friend
5/20/10
We're at the beach. We're in a boat and suddenly the water is splashing over the sides. There's a huge fish or monster. I'm not very worried though. Before I have time to be scared we're back at the shore. The monster is a king of herrings, yards long with a red crest, but with a dragon face. The king of herrings has a mate, which he's sort of cuddling in the shallow water. We all feel sort of jubilant about it. They seem so tender.
I go shoe shopping in a discount store. I put on some rubber toed clogs and run around the store. I make fake ballet moves and leap high in the air. I think people should be very impressed by my acrobatic skills.
Something about enormous plants?
I'm returning from the grocery store and spill a big quart of yogurt.
There's a dog man or boy or some creature that's got an animal body but we treat it like a friend. I massage its feet, knowing that it's so relaxed the normally hard claws have softened into soft gray and pink paws. It's very tender.
We're at the beach. We're in a boat and suddenly the water is splashing over the sides. There's a huge fish or monster. I'm not very worried though. Before I have time to be scared we're back at the shore. The monster is a king of herrings, yards long with a red crest, but with a dragon face. The king of herrings has a mate, which he's sort of cuddling in the shallow water. We all feel sort of jubilant about it. They seem so tender.
I go shoe shopping in a discount store. I put on some rubber toed clogs and run around the store. I make fake ballet moves and leap high in the air. I think people should be very impressed by my acrobatic skills.
Something about enormous plants?
I'm returning from the grocery store and spill a big quart of yogurt.
There's a dog man or boy or some creature that's got an animal body but we treat it like a friend. I massage its feet, knowing that it's so relaxed the normally hard claws have softened into soft gray and pink paws. It's very tender.
Moth Mask
5/18/10
Chaos discussion. To illustrate a point, I take a shopping cart and drill holes into the handle.
Silver soccer? Young kids?
A lame Iron Man running down the great wall.
Shy/ Cult Zack
This last part I remember in much more detail. I'm in a long hall or gymnasium but it's been sectioned up. I'm in a small room and I see a huge lacy moth land on the wall. I go over to it and see that it's really a mask. I lift it up and put it on my face. The dream alternates between seeing myself in a mirror or from someone else's point of view and seeing through the lace. I can't decide if it's a real moth or a real mask. I think I'll make my own mask later.
Chaos discussion. To illustrate a point, I take a shopping cart and drill holes into the handle.
Silver soccer? Young kids?
A lame Iron Man running down the great wall.
Shy/ Cult Zack
This last part I remember in much more detail. I'm in a long hall or gymnasium but it's been sectioned up. I'm in a small room and I see a huge lacy moth land on the wall. I go over to it and see that it's really a mask. I lift it up and put it on my face. The dream alternates between seeing myself in a mirror or from someone else's point of view and seeing through the lace. I can't decide if it's a real moth or a real mask. I think I'll make my own mask later.
Stab Circus; Messed Up BC
5/17/10
Taking Sarah and Rebekah to the circus. Some guy tries to grab my $5 bill and I stab his hand
We're on our way to a restaurant, I think it's supposed to be BC. I'm going with Ryan. We pass his sister on the street. BC is all changed. It's more of a restaurant now and there are long tables and you can see the kitchen from the side. I get lost in the bathroom and am having trouble changing into long socks and feel mortified that I've been inside for so long.
Woody Allen thriller?
Taking Sarah and Rebekah to the circus. Some guy tries to grab my $5 bill and I stab his hand
We're on our way to a restaurant, I think it's supposed to be BC. I'm going with Ryan. We pass his sister on the street. BC is all changed. It's more of a restaurant now and there are long tables and you can see the kitchen from the side. I get lost in the bathroom and am having trouble changing into long socks and feel mortified that I've been inside for so long.
Woody Allen thriller?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Beach; Deformed Foot Guy; Grading: BFG: Dog Cart; Museum
At the beach. I get out of the boat and there are colored shells in the sand. They're mottled in pink and white, like the ones in Mauritania. I pick up a pretty one for Tim. There's sand in everything, I shake my phone. Walking in the narrow streets, looking at tables full of stuff, with Tim, Tom, Leela, Jason?
Walking in the rain with Kim at night. We're going to the bus because the subways are all fucked up. We go by her friends' place first. It's two young loutish guys playing video games. The computers are very colorful, black and bright green and pink, with windows opening and closing unexpectedly. I sit on the bed with one of them and realize he has freakishly small feet. The baby shoes on the floor are his. I hold one foot in my hand.
School or camp or something. We're making students write essays, but the instructions don't make any sense and the students are illiterate and I'm angry and ashamed. I'm trying to grade them but it's taking forever. I leave. I see/am in a preview for a BFG movie, with monsters stalking through the streets. As I come under a bridge I look up and see a clock and realize it's only 9:30 in the morning, and I didn't explain to anyone at work that I was leaving. I can at least take papers to grade home with me. I try to go back.
In the lobby, I push the button for the elevator but instead the part of the floor I'm standing on pulls me sideways. I'm in a dog-pulled cart with two snooty European women who are talking about museums. I recommend some. We get dropped off at one and I get out.
In the museum, I see people making art right there--a guy painting a woman in various shades of green. Something with colored lights hanging from the ceiling? I get lots. Some guys yell at me but I defend myself, and he apologizes and takes me out of the maze of different art spots. On the stairs we run into Kristie. I introduce her and she works on something on the computer.
Walking in the rain with Kim at night. We're going to the bus because the subways are all fucked up. We go by her friends' place first. It's two young loutish guys playing video games. The computers are very colorful, black and bright green and pink, with windows opening and closing unexpectedly. I sit on the bed with one of them and realize he has freakishly small feet. The baby shoes on the floor are his. I hold one foot in my hand.
School or camp or something. We're making students write essays, but the instructions don't make any sense and the students are illiterate and I'm angry and ashamed. I'm trying to grade them but it's taking forever. I leave. I see/am in a preview for a BFG movie, with monsters stalking through the streets. As I come under a bridge I look up and see a clock and realize it's only 9:30 in the morning, and I didn't explain to anyone at work that I was leaving. I can at least take papers to grade home with me. I try to go back.
In the lobby, I push the button for the elevator but instead the part of the floor I'm standing on pulls me sideways. I'm in a dog-pulled cart with two snooty European women who are talking about museums. I recommend some. We get dropped off at one and I get out.
In the museum, I see people making art right there--a guy painting a woman in various shades of green. Something with colored lights hanging from the ceiling? I get lots. Some guys yell at me but I defend myself, and he apologizes and takes me out of the maze of different art spots. On the stairs we run into Kristie. I introduce her and she works on something on the computer.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Prison Truffles; Comics Reading Awkwardness; Clinic Intercom Sucks
I'm in a prison cell. I don't know why I'm in prison but it doesn't really bother me. It's kind of jumbled and messy. There's a shelf on the back wall where we all keep our goodies. Another prisoner with more status than I have has brought me two bottles of safflower oil and is charging me $90. I'm indignant. The price is ridiculous and I had asked for peanut butter anyway. The othr prisoner backs down. I remember that I have some homemade peanut butter and chocolate truffles anyway and excitedly take them down to share. They're a little mushed but wrapped in pretty blue paper.
The cell expands and looks different but in the dream I don't notice. I'll have five cell mates. I make friends with them all. One is Pirate Dan, one is a middle aged guy who's intimidating at first but then I realize he's just shy. We share a truffle. The brittle chocolate shell breaks in my hand. I can taste the chocolate.
I'm going to a comics reading. It's by a girl named Candy Cardaiouplas or some crazy name like that. I read the program and marvel at the number of vowels in a row in her last name. She's very pretty with red cheeks and the image flickers between her face and a self-portrait she's drawn, in water color with the red cheeks and pink pattern of her skirt and tights highlighted. After, I stand around with her and a coterie of her lady artist friends. I feel awkward and not very feminine. They talk about an artist they used to work with who went crazy and saw savage animals on the lawn. I think of Al and am sad, but I don't offer him up to the conversation.
I become friends with one of the other girls named Ruby. We exchange emails and tell life stories. Mine is a big lie to include people with exotic names like Aunt Jnita and my boyfriend Giovanni who's really Will. I see the text of the email and wonder what possessed me to write such whoppers. I also see flashes of Ruby's art, more very colorful self-portraits.
I'm roller skating in town in Virginia. A woman with a big unruly dog comes near and the dog comes to attack my skates. I'm intimidated at first but then I start barking and growling at the dog and it backs off. I skate up a ramp to a posh immediate care clinic. I go in and out of the little door. I run into Alice and Joanna and then K and TL. They're all having trouble opening the door. I realize there's an intercom but the instructions to ring it are way high up and incoherent. I make a list of complaints about the instructions. The lines of text become the shelves of a bookcase and the words are covered with leafy plants in some places.
The cell expands and looks different but in the dream I don't notice. I'll have five cell mates. I make friends with them all. One is Pirate Dan, one is a middle aged guy who's intimidating at first but then I realize he's just shy. We share a truffle. The brittle chocolate shell breaks in my hand. I can taste the chocolate.
I'm going to a comics reading. It's by a girl named Candy Cardaiouplas or some crazy name like that. I read the program and marvel at the number of vowels in a row in her last name. She's very pretty with red cheeks and the image flickers between her face and a self-portrait she's drawn, in water color with the red cheeks and pink pattern of her skirt and tights highlighted. After, I stand around with her and a coterie of her lady artist friends. I feel awkward and not very feminine. They talk about an artist they used to work with who went crazy and saw savage animals on the lawn. I think of Al and am sad, but I don't offer him up to the conversation.
I become friends with one of the other girls named Ruby. We exchange emails and tell life stories. Mine is a big lie to include people with exotic names like Aunt Jnita and my boyfriend Giovanni who's really Will. I see the text of the email and wonder what possessed me to write such whoppers. I also see flashes of Ruby's art, more very colorful self-portraits.
I'm roller skating in town in Virginia. A woman with a big unruly dog comes near and the dog comes to attack my skates. I'm intimidated at first but then I start barking and growling at the dog and it backs off. I skate up a ramp to a posh immediate care clinic. I go in and out of the little door. I run into Alice and Joanna and then K and TL. They're all having trouble opening the door. I realize there's an intercom but the instructions to ring it are way high up and incoherent. I make a list of complaints about the instructions. The lines of text become the shelves of a bookcase and the words are covered with leafy plants in some places.
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