3/9/10
Grouchy cop/archeologist has to leave his site. He's suspected in a kidnapping but really he's solving it. We leave in his powder blue VW bug.
On road trip to Arizona?
Jacob is sad. We're in the library, sitting at a table. I go to put my arm around him. We're being snowed on even though we're indoors. I see his head covered with white stuff--is it snow or is it dandruff?
Store with Tally. I want to roller skate.
Lamp store with my mother. There are lots of old fashioned lamps including a chandalier made from three forking horns, two are lit. They're transluscent. A book of matches.
Long text--inside another text.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Francis Key; Teen Powers; Library Creep; Nap Horror Movie
3/8/10
A guy named Francis changes his last name to Key.
Teen girls. We all have powers. We're prowling around, wondering how to reveal them. I get angry at some of my friends who I think are being injudicious with their powers.
There's a creepy guy in the library. Some people are fawning over him but I'm angry at him. He tears pages out of books. I go to pull his hair, but instead of his head, I find my hands in a plastic container full of grease or wax. I make a hair pulling motion but nothing happens.
Later, nap.
I'm at a bar or a performance. It's like BC, very familiar. I think Melissa is going to be in a show. We're watching and some guy starts chatting me up. He's not handsome so I feel virtuous for hearing him out. He's funny. We talk about last names. His is Hauk-Hauk. I laugh and turn away. Another guy starts talking to me. He says I should watch a genre of movie that I don't usually like. He's giving me an example and I get a vision of guys in Louis XIV dress and recognize it. Oh yeah, I've heard of that. What's it called?
We stand up and I realize he's much shorter and uglier than I thought. Than I realize he's the first guy's brother and I feel awkward. I try to leave and it doesn't go well. I consult with some other friends and we agree we have to kill the brothers. They're dangerous. I'm watching a movie. My character's name is Marka or Marta. I have a gun ready. When the first brother comes in the door, I realize the plan isn't working and I have to shoot him at once. My gun doesn't fire and I drop it and start hitting him in the face. I know if I can break his nose with the palm of my hand I can drive the splinters up into his brain. He falls away and I ineffectively hit the larger brother. I look down and see Marta/myself in a broken, bloody heap with the brothers and other bodies. I see that none of them are dead. They slowly start to move, Marta trying to escape, the brothers trying to grab her thin hands and crush them. I could feel the hand crushing and also see it. I turn away in disgust, thinking I don't want to watch the movie anymore and wake up.
A guy named Francis changes his last name to Key.
Teen girls. We all have powers. We're prowling around, wondering how to reveal them. I get angry at some of my friends who I think are being injudicious with their powers.
There's a creepy guy in the library. Some people are fawning over him but I'm angry at him. He tears pages out of books. I go to pull his hair, but instead of his head, I find my hands in a plastic container full of grease or wax. I make a hair pulling motion but nothing happens.
Later, nap.
I'm at a bar or a performance. It's like BC, very familiar. I think Melissa is going to be in a show. We're watching and some guy starts chatting me up. He's not handsome so I feel virtuous for hearing him out. He's funny. We talk about last names. His is Hauk-Hauk. I laugh and turn away. Another guy starts talking to me. He says I should watch a genre of movie that I don't usually like. He's giving me an example and I get a vision of guys in Louis XIV dress and recognize it. Oh yeah, I've heard of that. What's it called?
We stand up and I realize he's much shorter and uglier than I thought. Than I realize he's the first guy's brother and I feel awkward. I try to leave and it doesn't go well. I consult with some other friends and we agree we have to kill the brothers. They're dangerous. I'm watching a movie. My character's name is Marka or Marta. I have a gun ready. When the first brother comes in the door, I realize the plan isn't working and I have to shoot him at once. My gun doesn't fire and I drop it and start hitting him in the face. I know if I can break his nose with the palm of my hand I can drive the splinters up into his brain. He falls away and I ineffectively hit the larger brother. I look down and see Marta/myself in a broken, bloody heap with the brothers and other bodies. I see that none of them are dead. They slowly start to move, Marta trying to escape, the brothers trying to grab her thin hands and crush them. I could feel the hand crushing and also see it. I turn away in disgust, thinking I don't want to watch the movie anymore and wake up.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Statuette Stylus; Toys; Ear Plaster; Dice
3/6/10
I'm in a temple. Naked but unembarassed. I have a little statuette of marble that's encased in softer, crumbling clay. I use the hard statuette like a stylus to write my dreams down in the palm of my hand.
At a fair or performance--a grouchy old lady is making toys on demand. They're made of yarn, wrapped around plastic clamps like for hair curlers, and then snipped so they fluff out into balls. She has elaborate patterns so that clouds and faces appear in the fluff. They're mostly animals. She has things she can stick on them, like little leather mouse faces and costumes. I wish they weren't licensed characters from the performance.
Marianna sits me down and shows me a video of a product where you take plaster, make a mold of some part of your head, then make a prosthetic to plump it up. It looks super '80s. She puts it into my ears without my noticing. I am fake outraged and laughing.
We have to take over the toy yarn station. I've done it before. We watch a performance as we set up. There are people in animal masks and glittering robes acting out a cheesy epic story. It looks fun. The supplies are in really bad shape. The cabinets are empty except for rusting paperclips instead of plastic curler clamps, and one cabinet is full of styrofoam packing peanuts, a half-eaten soft pretzel, and two copies of my mother's book. David Ragsdale from high school is there and he takes me to a picnic bench where I sit on his lap and he holds me warmly and affectionately. A shaggy guy I know is Will Eisner's grandson gets up on the balcony of the stage, calls my name mournfully, and throws something down at me. It's one of the leather mouse faces for a toy. I'm peeved at being interrupted but it was a sweet and funny gesture.
I'm walking down the street, shopping. I get groceries and second hand boots. I start losing track of things. I lose my groceries and my old roommate calls me up to taunt me that she ended up with my ice cream. I'm sitting at an outside coffee shop when A calls, saying we should meet at 24th street, but he won't tell me the cross avenues and I realize I've lost the call. I run into the Eisner kid, who asks where the toy is. I tell him he just threw me the face and he seems embarassed.
I walk down the street and see my cousin J in a posh bar on a sofa. He's having a bright green opaque drink and playing a weird kind of card and dice game. The dice are either tiny or mutant. I think it's like role playing dice, but the sides are uneven. Some of them have more than one number per side, some have a grid in the shape of a heart. I recognize David Duchovny and tell him I saw a preview of his new movie and it's kind of awkward. I go to get a drink. I pull out a $15 bill, and a bunch of other bills--I have lots of money in my wallet. The bartender doesn't take any of it and I leave him a good tip.
I'm in a temple. Naked but unembarassed. I have a little statuette of marble that's encased in softer, crumbling clay. I use the hard statuette like a stylus to write my dreams down in the palm of my hand.
At a fair or performance--a grouchy old lady is making toys on demand. They're made of yarn, wrapped around plastic clamps like for hair curlers, and then snipped so they fluff out into balls. She has elaborate patterns so that clouds and faces appear in the fluff. They're mostly animals. She has things she can stick on them, like little leather mouse faces and costumes. I wish they weren't licensed characters from the performance.
Marianna sits me down and shows me a video of a product where you take plaster, make a mold of some part of your head, then make a prosthetic to plump it up. It looks super '80s. She puts it into my ears without my noticing. I am fake outraged and laughing.
We have to take over the toy yarn station. I've done it before. We watch a performance as we set up. There are people in animal masks and glittering robes acting out a cheesy epic story. It looks fun. The supplies are in really bad shape. The cabinets are empty except for rusting paperclips instead of plastic curler clamps, and one cabinet is full of styrofoam packing peanuts, a half-eaten soft pretzel, and two copies of my mother's book. David Ragsdale from high school is there and he takes me to a picnic bench where I sit on his lap and he holds me warmly and affectionately. A shaggy guy I know is Will Eisner's grandson gets up on the balcony of the stage, calls my name mournfully, and throws something down at me. It's one of the leather mouse faces for a toy. I'm peeved at being interrupted but it was a sweet and funny gesture.
I'm walking down the street, shopping. I get groceries and second hand boots. I start losing track of things. I lose my groceries and my old roommate calls me up to taunt me that she ended up with my ice cream. I'm sitting at an outside coffee shop when A calls, saying we should meet at 24th street, but he won't tell me the cross avenues and I realize I've lost the call. I run into the Eisner kid, who asks where the toy is. I tell him he just threw me the face and he seems embarassed.
I walk down the street and see my cousin J in a posh bar on a sofa. He's having a bright green opaque drink and playing a weird kind of card and dice game. The dice are either tiny or mutant. I think it's like role playing dice, but the sides are uneven. Some of them have more than one number per side, some have a grid in the shape of a heart. I recognize David Duchovny and tell him I saw a preview of his new movie and it's kind of awkward. I go to get a drink. I pull out a $15 bill, and a bunch of other bills--I have lots of money in my wallet. The bartender doesn't take any of it and I leave him a good tip.
Tacky and Unwelcoming; Tupperware; Dirty Ad Lucidity
3/5/10
Visiting somewhere in the midwest. Visiting A? Very frumpy unwelcoming sisters and man. On my way there I swing from construction scaffold. I land and I'm a giant gorilla or something.
A party. My old high school friend Elizabeth is there. We're being hit on by total loser men. We're in a tacky house. Afghans and wall to wall carpeting. I fill a giant tupperware with beans, olives, cheese, hot sauce, and rolls.
I put up a dirty ad on Craigslist and get a call at my desk at work. I'm very disturbed and embarassed and then realize there's no way the guy could have gotten the number from the ad. I must be dreaming, or just have been dreaming.
Visiting somewhere in the midwest. Visiting A? Very frumpy unwelcoming sisters and man. On my way there I swing from construction scaffold. I land and I'm a giant gorilla or something.
A party. My old high school friend Elizabeth is there. We're being hit on by total loser men. We're in a tacky house. Afghans and wall to wall carpeting. I fill a giant tupperware with beans, olives, cheese, hot sauce, and rolls.
I put up a dirty ad on Craigslist and get a call at my desk at work. I'm very disturbed and embarassed and then realize there's no way the guy could have gotten the number from the ad. I must be dreaming, or just have been dreaming.
Roomba Puppies; Water Priestess; Kissing and More
3/3/10
I'm chasing a Roomba vacuum cleaner down the street. It's purple and shaggy like a toy dog. The Roomba is rounding up real puppies. I stop and put some of the puppies in my hat.
Tea shop too expensive.
I accompany children to a flood site. Their parents were attacked. Mother is a pagan priestess, wearing a white robe, with touches of purple and gold. She kills her own mother. She has blue skin and red hair. Her makeup is crumbling and streaking in the wet. Pools of water laid out, half arty, half industrial. Ribbons of kelp. It's messy but beautiful.
I'm at A's place. We lie on the floor. I turn so I'm hovering over him backwards and ask him if he wants to be kissed. We kiss and then floatingly change positions so he can lick me.
Record player?
Mark is singing Joni Mitchell.
This was a very stylized dream drawing from a lot of stuff. I'm re-reading Till We Have Faces which has a frightening scene where the young Psyche is being sacrificed. She gets painted with paint so heavy she can't move. The water is an interesting element. The sort of industrial laying out of pools reminds me of some square bubbling pools that are along the train tracks near Providence. I've never known what they were for but they're kind of creepy.
I'm chasing a Roomba vacuum cleaner down the street. It's purple and shaggy like a toy dog. The Roomba is rounding up real puppies. I stop and put some of the puppies in my hat.
Tea shop too expensive.
I accompany children to a flood site. Their parents were attacked. Mother is a pagan priestess, wearing a white robe, with touches of purple and gold. She kills her own mother. She has blue skin and red hair. Her makeup is crumbling and streaking in the wet. Pools of water laid out, half arty, half industrial. Ribbons of kelp. It's messy but beautiful.
I'm at A's place. We lie on the floor. I turn so I'm hovering over him backwards and ask him if he wants to be kissed. We kiss and then floatingly change positions so he can lick me.
Record player?
Mark is singing Joni Mitchell.
This was a very stylized dream drawing from a lot of stuff. I'm re-reading Till We Have Faces which has a frightening scene where the young Psyche is being sacrificed. She gets painted with paint so heavy she can't move. The water is an interesting element. The sort of industrial laying out of pools reminds me of some square bubbling pools that are along the train tracks near Providence. I've never known what they were for but they're kind of creepy.
Ship; Skeletons; Map; Dream List; Book Cover
3/2/10
On a ship with Dad and Suze. She complains of dirty clothes.
Kids' skeletons in the woods. We find the skeleton of the killer or monster too. He has a calcified cone at his groin. I know it's not his real genitals, but it's fused to his bones.
I look at a subway map. I see the N only makes two stops. It makes a strange sideways V shape.
I dream of writing down a list of dreams, numbered 101 to 110. I'm using a pencil and my handwriting is very neat. I accidentally sleep until 11. My mother shows up with my niece. My author sends me a disc with ideas for the cover of her book.
This was the start of a series of dreams of writing down my dreams. This is new. The writing was unusually clear in this one.
The skeletons in the woods were very detailed but not disturbing. The monster skeleton was an oddity and very interesting to me.
On a ship with Dad and Suze. She complains of dirty clothes.
Kids' skeletons in the woods. We find the skeleton of the killer or monster too. He has a calcified cone at his groin. I know it's not his real genitals, but it's fused to his bones.
I look at a subway map. I see the N only makes two stops. It makes a strange sideways V shape.
I dream of writing down a list of dreams, numbered 101 to 110. I'm using a pencil and my handwriting is very neat. I accidentally sleep until 11. My mother shows up with my niece. My author sends me a disc with ideas for the cover of her book.
This was the start of a series of dreams of writing down my dreams. This is new. The writing was unusually clear in this one.
The skeletons in the woods were very detailed but not disturbing. The monster skeleton was an oddity and very interesting to me.
Oven; Art; Sandwich
3/1/10
At Michelle's, we're on our way out. I can feel the oven baking. Lots of crazy roommates. Accordian door.
Art exhibit. Nudity. I'm looking for something in a shrine. But all I see is a sandwich.
I wrote this down kind of garbled. I didn't sleep well that night, and couldn't remember anything in the morning. I took a nap in the afternoon and slept very hard, rare for a nap. This is what I wrote down from that. I don't remember it at all.
At Michelle's, we're on our way out. I can feel the oven baking. Lots of crazy roommates. Accordian door.
Art exhibit. Nudity. I'm looking for something in a shrine. But all I see is a sandwich.
I wrote this down kind of garbled. I didn't sleep well that night, and couldn't remember anything in the morning. I took a nap in the afternoon and slept very hard, rare for a nap. This is what I wrote down from that. I don't remember it at all.
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