3/26/10
Lucid dream. Walking naked through a clean, bright house, empty, lots of lights and windows and polished hard wood floors. Feeling of triumph as I realize I'm dreaming. It's hard to believe because it feels so real but I have absolute conviction. I turn on the water in a big bathtub or sink.
She's a vampire
I'm cleaning the house to prepare for a vampire takeover.
Comics and clothes--suspected theft--Mom and kids in Toys R Us.
The cleaning lady wakes me up (still actually asleep).
There's an enormous murder of crows, sweeping back and forth from tree to roof to ground. Someone urges me to collect sycamore balls (they're really sweet gum tree balls) to throw at them and chase them away.
He's a werewolf.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Monster House; Crappy Sorbet
2/7/10
In a dorm type of house. There's a huge house party going on. I keep trying to fix the lamps. The bulb flickers and dies. I reach down from the top to fix it. I realize that my friend, who is a beautiful girl, is actually some kind of monster. She's a few rooms away. I hurry to shut and lock the doors. The locks are the kind that are a metal lobe that you twist. They're loose in the rotted wood of the old door and I know they won't hold up. I start attacking people myself. I go up to one woman and tell her to get out or I'll bite her. I start to bite her face, her forehead and eyebrows. She struggles.
I'm at an ice cream parlor. I ask for vanilla with heath bars in it. The spunky counter girl gives me a cone with some creepy sorbet with huge chunks of rotting fruit in it. I protest and she says that the other kind was frozen yogurt and she was sure I wouldn't want it.
In a dorm type of house. There's a huge house party going on. I keep trying to fix the lamps. The bulb flickers and dies. I reach down from the top to fix it. I realize that my friend, who is a beautiful girl, is actually some kind of monster. She's a few rooms away. I hurry to shut and lock the doors. The locks are the kind that are a metal lobe that you twist. They're loose in the rotted wood of the old door and I know they won't hold up. I start attacking people myself. I go up to one woman and tell her to get out or I'll bite her. I start to bite her face, her forehead and eyebrows. She struggles.
I'm at an ice cream parlor. I ask for vanilla with heath bars in it. The spunky counter girl gives me a cone with some creepy sorbet with huge chunks of rotting fruit in it. I protest and she says that the other kind was frozen yogurt and she was sure I wouldn't want it.
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