I was riding slowly up and down in a hilly town. I saw two kids go after another with a hammer and a pickaxe. I didn't see them kill him, but I knew they were going to. I stopped and circled in my car and almost lost control. I tried calling the police. The guy behind me came up. He was like a teen boy and he gave me a pizza menu that he'd written on in blue ballpoint. He was saying that he was a witness too and I should call the restaurant and find him to back me up. I kept driving around and thought I found the pizza place. Then I realized there were lots of this kind of franchise.
I was on the street. There was a fancy clothing boutique getting rid of some clothes and patterns. They were in gray, black velvent and bright pink silk. I scooped up armfuls. And a slim metal wallet. I felt incredibly lucky. I tried them on in a weird dingy bathroom and it was lots of fun.
I was on the set for SNL. I did an impression of JL for everyone, which I thought was spot on.
I was in a big bed with lots of people who were my friends, but I was feeling alienated and uncomfortable. I mentioned that I'd had lots of foursomes, including with one of my actual friends, L. I immediately felt uncomfortable that I'd lied. I went to an art school where I had some supplies and started putting them all together as I called L. I made a long rambling confession and then realized my phone had been dead the whole time. I kept trying to call. My art supplies were in a big cumbersome duffel.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Dinner; books; preparing for award show
Can't remember the order of things. On a Hawaiian island (I've never actually been) riding boats and little cars or scooters. Going to hotels and restaurants.
Maya Rudolph had written a little silly cookbook and her regular agent didn't want to handle it so we did. It had cartoon pictures of fish. She took us to dinner with Kristin Wiig. It was a family dinner and Kristin had ordered a book for her young son that came express mailed with two stalks of asparagus sealed inside. I could smell the asparagus. We were trying to get the kid to eat more vegetables. The dinner table was pretty and the company was nice. Some people were eating nice bread and when I asked for some, Kristin politely told me she was waiting until her jaw felt better to serve it.
There was a dark haired insider type guy there. I felt like I knew him? I felt comfortable with him. We went back to his hotel. He started undressing right in the hall. We went into his room and I looked at him and was surprised to see he was about two feet tall. He had put on a furry hat. He seemed a little self-conscious, but I suggested we get into his bed, which had colorful, beautiful blankets and sheets. We kissed but there were people coming in and out. He had some presents for a book award show, like little silver medallions that said "David" with "Sedaris" and "Eggers" on top and bottom.
Maya Rudolph had written a little silly cookbook and her regular agent didn't want to handle it so we did. It had cartoon pictures of fish. She took us to dinner with Kristin Wiig. It was a family dinner and Kristin had ordered a book for her young son that came express mailed with two stalks of asparagus sealed inside. I could smell the asparagus. We were trying to get the kid to eat more vegetables. The dinner table was pretty and the company was nice. Some people were eating nice bread and when I asked for some, Kristin politely told me she was waiting until her jaw felt better to serve it.
There was a dark haired insider type guy there. I felt like I knew him? I felt comfortable with him. We went back to his hotel. He started undressing right in the hall. We went into his room and I looked at him and was surprised to see he was about two feet tall. He had put on a furry hat. He seemed a little self-conscious, but I suggested we get into his bed, which had colorful, beautiful blankets and sheets. We kissed but there were people coming in and out. He had some presents for a book award show, like little silver medallions that said "David" with "Sedaris" and "Eggers" on top and bottom.
Desert ceremony
from 2/29/12
I dreamt I was out in Arizona visiting my grandmother. I had been waiting to visit a long time, and when I got there I found out I was just too late. She had gone out into the desert, thinking it was water, and tried to swim through the sand and rocks. Breathing the sand had killed her.
I walked around the ranch. I kept stumbling into pockets of people. There were some setting up what looked like a ceremony or a dinner party. Like place setting, but with mystical tools. Smooth round black rocks in the sand, a tent. It was quiet but cheerful.
I dreamt I was out in Arizona visiting my grandmother. I had been waiting to visit a long time, and when I got there I found out I was just too late. She had gone out into the desert, thinking it was water, and tried to swim through the sand and rocks. Breathing the sand had killed her.
I walked around the ranch. I kept stumbling into pockets of people. There were some setting up what looked like a ceremony or a dinner party. Like place setting, but with mystical tools. Smooth round black rocks in the sand, a tent. It was quiet but cheerful.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Writing for friend; Stage story for June; Wood music
An old friend kisses me. I go for it We spend a hectic time running up and down the streets of his sketchy neighborhood going into bodegas looking for condoms. All the packets are like Chinese takeout packages of duck sauce or something--a viscous fluid in with the condoms. He also asks me to write a story for him. He'll give me the details and I'll do the prose. We're in my kitchen in Virginia. I agree to do the story, and one of his old friends is making pie. He keeps burning the crust and then saying he's going to make a "waffle crust". There are clusters of cockroaches and ants in places around the kitchen. I ask my friend to line the trashcan with a new bag, then I use big sheets of newsprint to wrap up the fighting insects and dump them into the trash. There's also a whole raw chicken in the trash. We make out in the recycling bin.
I'm asked to tell a story. I change my voice into an old timey Southern voice and tell the story of a girl named June and her community was giving her presents for an important birthday. I'm telling the story and watching it. Everyone's in a river. The people look like real people, but they act out their lines in a stagey way. June asks a carpenter to make a puppet after her future husband. She asks someone else to write her a song. I'm not sure where I'm going with this story. Maybe I'll punish June for her greed? But then a priest appears at the local church and tells the female priest they're going back to early Catholic teachings. Suddenly no one can give June their presents because they all go against the church. They sort of rebel. June goes onto the sidewalk and some of her friends join her. They go to to a drugstore because they can pick up some cheap birthday presents there. We find ourselves in little study cubicles in the back. we can see red-leaved trees.
In the woods, hearing an eerie song. It' like the soundtrack to a horror movie but a folksong. I stumble down a very steep hill in the woods, hearing the song. It's got mirimba and a man's sad voice singing.
I'm asked to tell a story. I change my voice into an old timey Southern voice and tell the story of a girl named June and her community was giving her presents for an important birthday. I'm telling the story and watching it. Everyone's in a river. The people look like real people, but they act out their lines in a stagey way. June asks a carpenter to make a puppet after her future husband. She asks someone else to write her a song. I'm not sure where I'm going with this story. Maybe I'll punish June for her greed? But then a priest appears at the local church and tells the female priest they're going back to early Catholic teachings. Suddenly no one can give June their presents because they all go against the church. They sort of rebel. June goes onto the sidewalk and some of her friends join her. They go to to a drugstore because they can pick up some cheap birthday presents there. We find ourselves in little study cubicles in the back. we can see red-leaved trees.
In the woods, hearing an eerie song. It' like the soundtrack to a horror movie but a folksong. I stumble down a very steep hill in the woods, hearing the song. It's got mirimba and a man's sad voice singing.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Dog; Orgy at the Prof's; Boat balance
I'm with my grantmother's old pointer, Audie. He's dying and I comfort him by stroking his cheeks and ears. In life, Audie was a very ugly and smelly dog and none of us kids wanted to play with him, but he was sweet.
In a big building. I was working for a professor? In a museum? An older assistant told me to take sheets of dark blue vellum paper that came with a tray of fruit or something to the basement freezer to be used later for pinning specimens. In the basement, the professor, an older, tall, bearded man, hits on me. I wouldn't mind except he's my boss so I discourage him.
Walking back through, I see more and more people. My computer is actually set up on one side of a bed. My old roommate is in the other side. It's not lunchtime yet so I'm trying to read emails and get a little more work done. She has two boys that she's fooling around with and I'm invited to join the orgy. I protested that I was just trying to get some work done. The emails are very hard to read and I'm slowly realizing they're all junk anyway. I agree to the orgy and let the nice boy put a collar on me. Our kissing keeps getting interrupted. I have a picture of a pretty black woman in a frame, that was actually taken from a book or dream journal, but when my roommate mistakes her for an old friend of mine I let her. My roommate gets the picture wet in the bed and I pretend to be annoyed.
An older woman climbs into the bed and announces she wants to be in the orgy. The boys are really upset and I explain to the old woman that she can't force people to have orgies with her. She's angry and offended but I stand firm, although I think the boys are being kind of wusses. She finally leaves.
I get up to try to leave the room but a marching band is assembling. I meet up with Ryan and we merge with the musicians. We end up going to something like an amphitheater church. We get all the way to the front but Ryan says he'd rather sit farther back, but by then it's pretty crowded. The church is slowly turning into a boat. I'm way up on a high tower for some promotion but then it's time to scramble down the stairs. I'm not wearing shoes and my feet slip all over the place. I see a dog with the same problem, sitting on its bottom and lifting all its feet in the air. The feet are enormous with huge articulated toes and claws. I feel so sad for it.
At a party I'm on a bench where people are coming and going. Trying to set up another orgy but it's too complicated. Three black girls join me and are talking. They ask what I'm up to and I mention the orgy and they seem non-plussed. I see Ryan arrive, dressed like a professor with round hornrim glasses. I'm very happy and go up to greet him. A boyfriend of the girls arrives too and we talk. They are all misidentifying the composer Aaron Copeland. I'm looking down into a bathtub, trying to balance or submerge a container. I hum Simple Gifts. I get the tune wrong once but get it right the second time.
In another bed and another old lady shows up, talking ostentatiously on the phone about how she met these wild girls and her male friend should come. I explain again that she's not invited. It gets heated and we're all talking over each other but I prevail. She's not even too angry.
In a big building. I was working for a professor? In a museum? An older assistant told me to take sheets of dark blue vellum paper that came with a tray of fruit or something to the basement freezer to be used later for pinning specimens. In the basement, the professor, an older, tall, bearded man, hits on me. I wouldn't mind except he's my boss so I discourage him.
Walking back through, I see more and more people. My computer is actually set up on one side of a bed. My old roommate is in the other side. It's not lunchtime yet so I'm trying to read emails and get a little more work done. She has two boys that she's fooling around with and I'm invited to join the orgy. I protested that I was just trying to get some work done. The emails are very hard to read and I'm slowly realizing they're all junk anyway. I agree to the orgy and let the nice boy put a collar on me. Our kissing keeps getting interrupted. I have a picture of a pretty black woman in a frame, that was actually taken from a book or dream journal, but when my roommate mistakes her for an old friend of mine I let her. My roommate gets the picture wet in the bed and I pretend to be annoyed.
An older woman climbs into the bed and announces she wants to be in the orgy. The boys are really upset and I explain to the old woman that she can't force people to have orgies with her. She's angry and offended but I stand firm, although I think the boys are being kind of wusses. She finally leaves.
I get up to try to leave the room but a marching band is assembling. I meet up with Ryan and we merge with the musicians. We end up going to something like an amphitheater church. We get all the way to the front but Ryan says he'd rather sit farther back, but by then it's pretty crowded. The church is slowly turning into a boat. I'm way up on a high tower for some promotion but then it's time to scramble down the stairs. I'm not wearing shoes and my feet slip all over the place. I see a dog with the same problem, sitting on its bottom and lifting all its feet in the air. The feet are enormous with huge articulated toes and claws. I feel so sad for it.
At a party I'm on a bench where people are coming and going. Trying to set up another orgy but it's too complicated. Three black girls join me and are talking. They ask what I'm up to and I mention the orgy and they seem non-plussed. I see Ryan arrive, dressed like a professor with round hornrim glasses. I'm very happy and go up to greet him. A boyfriend of the girls arrives too and we talk. They are all misidentifying the composer Aaron Copeland. I'm looking down into a bathtub, trying to balance or submerge a container. I hum Simple Gifts. I get the tune wrong once but get it right the second time.
In another bed and another old lady shows up, talking ostentatiously on the phone about how she met these wild girls and her male friend should come. I explain again that she's not invited. It gets heated and we're all talking over each other but I prevail. She's not even too angry.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Map happy; injured people; sisters
Beautiful map and landscape dreams. Hovering above, then slowly coming down on mountainsides, greens, browns, cliffs, sort of pale afternoon light. Not knowing what I was looking at but being happy and excited.
In the halls of a school or someone's big house. About six or seven people. Two of them are injured. I give others instructions to strip cushions and blankets off couches and make a bed for the injured people, and to find some painkillers. I don't know what the injuries are--wounds? Broken bones? I say I'm going to sleep in a loft. There's some guy who's pestering the ladies and I tell him to back off.
I'm watching the sisters from The Little Mermaid, arranging themselves in a rectangle. Their bright yellow dresses catch the light and reflect it back like mirrors.
In the halls of a school or someone's big house. About six or seven people. Two of them are injured. I give others instructions to strip cushions and blankets off couches and make a bed for the injured people, and to find some painkillers. I don't know what the injuries are--wounds? Broken bones? I say I'm going to sleep in a loft. There's some guy who's pestering the ladies and I tell him to back off.
I'm watching the sisters from The Little Mermaid, arranging themselves in a rectangle. Their bright yellow dresses catch the light and reflect it back like mirrors.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
linear horror
One of the most linear, exciting dreams in a while.
I was at a family gathering. It was like a middle-school girl's birthday party from some bygone era. We were at a restaurant and an older, odd relative, a sort of nerd chic girl, was there too. There was a man working the counter at the restaurant, a short order cook. I slowly realized I was related to both of them. At first the other girls shunned them, but my brother and sister were calm and didn't mind. We were at some strange resort or school. There were wooded mountain trails all around. At one point my siblings encouraged me to take the bike we were all sharing, and just then the trail dipped super steep. I kept control and made it down the hill safely.
I had a temp job in someone's study and was trying to track down someone who was either an editor or a writer. I slowly realized that three names in my contacts list were the same man--he resembled an old writing professor of mine, but here in the dream he was a frightening, charismatic man. He had some bad intention. I left the office feeling rattled and went back to the party school atmosphere. There was a nostalgic feeling like it was in the 70s or 80s, and I was a teenager. We stood on porches in the dark, lots of woods all around us, and drank.
I heard a strange noise and pushed my way through brambles and bushes. A boy and a girl had tied up another girl. She was terrified and crying. I demanded they let her go and when they didn't I had to untie her myself. She was tied with thin, filthy twine, and it was wrapped around a branch. I had to carefully lift snails off the twine and put them back on the branch and then I let the girl go. Her captors were really upset, saying they were going to be in big trouble with some honcho.
I went back to the porch where my brother and sister were. They were calm and confident. The writer/charismatic leader pulled up in a car and I felt very afraid. He got out and said that since I had transgressed and let the girl go, he was going to take two of us back to his boss. I immediately volunteered myself and then realized we had to spare my sister. She was the one with the most potential. I demanded he take my brother and me, who agreed.
I was at a family gathering. It was like a middle-school girl's birthday party from some bygone era. We were at a restaurant and an older, odd relative, a sort of nerd chic girl, was there too. There was a man working the counter at the restaurant, a short order cook. I slowly realized I was related to both of them. At first the other girls shunned them, but my brother and sister were calm and didn't mind. We were at some strange resort or school. There were wooded mountain trails all around. At one point my siblings encouraged me to take the bike we were all sharing, and just then the trail dipped super steep. I kept control and made it down the hill safely.
I had a temp job in someone's study and was trying to track down someone who was either an editor or a writer. I slowly realized that three names in my contacts list were the same man--he resembled an old writing professor of mine, but here in the dream he was a frightening, charismatic man. He had some bad intention. I left the office feeling rattled and went back to the party school atmosphere. There was a nostalgic feeling like it was in the 70s or 80s, and I was a teenager. We stood on porches in the dark, lots of woods all around us, and drank.
I heard a strange noise and pushed my way through brambles and bushes. A boy and a girl had tied up another girl. She was terrified and crying. I demanded they let her go and when they didn't I had to untie her myself. She was tied with thin, filthy twine, and it was wrapped around a branch. I had to carefully lift snails off the twine and put them back on the branch and then I let the girl go. Her captors were really upset, saying they were going to be in big trouble with some honcho.
I went back to the porch where my brother and sister were. They were calm and confident. The writer/charismatic leader pulled up in a car and I felt very afraid. He got out and said that since I had transgressed and let the girl go, he was going to take two of us back to his boss. I immediately volunteered myself and then realized we had to spare my sister. She was the one with the most potential. I demanded he take my brother and me, who agreed.
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