Various weird institutional spaces

Lots of institutional settings. At first I'm at a school. It's dark and the colors red and yellow are everywhere. Girls in a-line skirts and knee socks. There's a big rowdy bunch of kids. There are two teachers, and one is the cool one. She announces she's teaching the remedial class. I look at my friends and we shrug. We're not remedial, but we want to hang out with the cool teacher, so we go with her. The classroom has tiny tiny desks and we wedge in. The lesson is boring. We're disappointed. Running around the school at night. I'm in the cool teacher's bedroom, which is in the middle of the hall for some reason, like it's a shot gun house. I spill walnuts all over her floor. At first I try to shove them under her bed, but then I feel bad and tidy them up.

I'm at a summer camp that's somehow pre-military. I follow a grumpy woman into the dorm, which is a mess--there's a hose sputtering on the floor, the stairwells are too tight. I'm not optimistic. I look at the print-out for my room number and find it. It's amazing! It has its own tub and toilet, a huge bed, book shelves. I start settling in. A male counselor (looks like Erik von Berg) shows up and welcomes me. We start talking about books and music. We find out Lou Reed just died, and that he had secretly murdered a priest and had his desiccated body in his house. He'd also gotten a nun pregnant. I thought, "I knew about the nun murder, but I'm really disturbed by this priest murder thing. I guess I'll get over it..."
The Erik-like guy starts drawing Lou Reed's face on my back and I feel him poking my anus. I protest, and he shifts the art to my butt cheek.

Lucid; messy room; collegiate hijinks; second hand maze

I was at a fake version of my parents' house. We were supposed to get ready for some event, so I ran upstairs to change. I felt like I was moving too slow and my mother was impatient. I went up to my room, which was surprisingly realistic. There were piles of books and clothes in the floor and I was rummaging for a particular shirt to wear. Someone said, don't you have guests staying with you? And I looked up and the room was full of people. The only one I recognized was the actress who plays Elena on the Vampire Diaries. She was trying to make my bed for me and saw a big cum stain on my pillow case and raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged, embarassed but not apologizing. I started trying to sort things and put them in their proper place. I picked up a small framed picture and looked at it, and when I looked up, I was somewhere else.

I was on an internet date. I stood on the curb, eating a tiny burrito because he was late. He finally showed up and asked me sing blue moon. We did together and we sounded great. Then he asked what I thought all the scat singing in it meant. I urged him to keep walking to the bar. It was a place where he was a regular and it was filthy and kind of hostile. The bartender's face was covered with bloody bandages and he had like a tube sticking out of a nostril. When my date went to the bathroom, I saw the sign in the ladies' room said "Bristol City" and I explained in thieves' talk that meant "titties" because it rhymed. The bartender had turned into a petite black woman who said she didn't like rhyming. I explained that "China" meant friend, because China plate=mate. She got very angry and said it was racist. I bit her finger and fled.

I was back at college, maybe right after winter break. We all piled into a lecture hall. An older woman in eccentric robes and hair was the professor. She was talking about how she understood us, or about what she thought a project should be. I was there with a friend of a friend and we were laughing and flirting. He held my hand a little bit. We were passing around a sign up sheet to do volunteer work at the end of the semester. I declined to sign and the woman next to me also said, "Yeah, that's too much." I found myself holding half a raw delicata squash.

We had to disperse and when we came back we were shuffled into new rows of seats. The friend of a friend was in front of me. I had my laundry bag and pulled out a sash and tied his hand to the row of seats. We were both very turned on. But then the principal walked by and started yelling at some kids--they were in trouble for showing a bootleg movie. They were expelled and rest of us fled. I hastily untied the guy. I half woke up and fell back asleep, but this time it was both scary and lucid. I was in a huge empty second hand store. I wanted to try to bring the friend back so I could tie him up again. I made a big bunch of ties and suspenders appear and I started going through the bunch. The bright colored patterns kept changing. I was starting to feel nervous. Another guy friend who I didn't know came in and offered to help untangle. Instead he tried to grab my wrist. I climbed up on to his shoulders so he couldn't reach me. A gang of other hostile kids came in. I attacked the woman in the front and ran. I gave myself corners and doors. I don't know if I knew I was asleep or if I had some power to control things, but I would think, I need a door, and it would be there. But I was still being chased. And the friend I wanted still wasn't there.

Cardboard mourners; running for bottle; ship shower

I was in a long dark room with blue carpet and messy shelves. There was a divide halfway through the room and it was the apartment I had shared with two friends. They had just had a tragedy and left without saying goodbye--they just left black cardboard cut-outs of themselves, with little spots of white writing or tassels of white yarn.

I was with a friend as she went around town, looking for a water bottle she'd misplaced. We finally found it in the lobby of a big box store and she went crazy. She was faster than me and I had to trot to keep up. Finally, when I was thinking I was going to lose her, an extra staircase appeared and I took it. We met up at a fancy restaurant with another friend and had lunch but the whole time my friend with the water bottle was acting weirder and weirder. She was maybe drunk, and feeling bold and aggressive. We went to the big glamourous bathroom and she stripped down to her underwear. She had become taller, thinner and more attractive and she wanted to show off. One of the waiters at the restaurant, who we knew, took a garland of fake oranges and blossoms and twisted them into kind of handcuffs and tied up our unruly friend.

The restaurant turned into a ship. I was waiting in line for the bathroom so I could take a shower. It was a big mess--I had a very hard time getting off my clothes and getting the water to work. Halfway through, my family came in. A man who was sort of my brother but also sort of my boyfriend was there and I told him to go to a far shelf and grab me some shampoo. He kept coming back with stupid questions about what kind and I got exasperated.

Dom Theme Park; Sweaters; Work; Art

I was in some kind of amusement park or staged haunted house or something. I came into a room where I was told to pretend to be a dominatrix. I posed with my foot on some guy's back. Then another woman dressed as a top came in and suggested I sub. I refused and we started fighting. I was afraid because she was very large. I was really revolted and furious. I clawed at her face and breasts and bit her. I fnally got out of the room and realized there was a tall bookshelf there. As she rounded the corner, I knocked her over and toppled the bookshelf onto her.

I was in a place that was half book-store, half-home. I ran through the halls and knew I had to go on the run. I filled a carpet bag with mystery books and found a pair of too-big red shoes to put on. I went to the back room knowing I would need a sweater but when I opened the closet, there were just stacks of them and I realized I couldn't remember which ones were warm enough. I had to pull down several. I out on a strange red and purple table-cloth looking sweater and put it on, but by then the fat dom and a friend of hers were there. They seemed impressed that I'd beaten her up, but said I couldn't leave. I could top, but I could never leave. I fucking left, yo.

Another part of the dream was at "work" but it was in like a brownstone. Someone came to the door and I realized it was a former male assistant of my boss's. (She actually did have one, and in the dream I got the name right) I realized if I could seduce him I could leave. He helped me sort contracts that had to go with checks, which was difficult and my boss was yelling at me.

Outside, I realized I wasn't in New York but in a small town in PA. There was a central pond, parks, it was very picturesque. A sculptor had done a series of erotic Alice in Wonderland statues. There was something about a snail or a frog leaving a slimy trail, which you were supposed to touch and feel the slime.

Something about a beach? A handsome young man who I think was a stand in for N?

dance show

I was in a college town. It was dark overhead, i don't know if it was a huge overhead tent or stadium dome, or if it was night. I lived in a dorm or something with lots of other girls. I was getting ready to watch a show, and I pulled a gym mat up to the edge of the stage or arena and pushed the edge up. The proportions got wildly off so the matt was like ten feet thick and I was looking down onto the action. Some of my other girlfriends joined me--Rachel, Jen, Stephanie? We all wore dresses in pretty colors and patterns. I saw edges of the cloth overlapping--blue with a chain pattern, green with dots. I think Stephanie was wearing plaid (I had another dream with her a few nights ago where she was wearing a white turtleneck). We looked down onto the stage and I got so excited that I squirmed out and slid down the front of the mat to join the dancers on the floor. I had a headband that came loose and I just got rid of it. I danced and floated above the ground a little bit.

Gold and sifting in the dirt

I've had a series of dreams about men and jewels. In the first one, I was sitting down or lying and there was a man standing over me, so backlit that I couldn't really see his face. I knew he was handsome and desirable. He was holding some tool behind his head, and at first I thought it was a scythe, like the grim reaper. But as it turned in the light, I saw that it was something round and the sun made it gold. It was either a halo or an enormous soup ladle.

In another one, there was someone who was wooing me and he had taken a large diamond and divided it into seven pieces. But they were scattered all over the floor. I picked up a handful of something from the floor, I don't know if it was dirt, or mabye something fibrous? Maybe fishing line holding beads together? And I was picking the small diamonds out of it. The man was encouraging at first, but then I found a tiny cloisonne bird (we had one when I was a kid) and I was trying to prop it up on a broken leg. He got angry and said I was doing it wrong.

Opera stabbing; My Fake Blue Bedroom

I'm in a small opera house. Someone who works there--Clerk? musician?--explains that it's actually only a fifth of the size of a proper opera house. I'm with some man, maybe Shad? and we walk around. There's a small bar for actors or maybe actual ruffians on which the characters are based. They speak in English accents and we order drinks and pal around.

We're outside on a lawn between opera buildings. Someone is throwing pen knives and two of them hit their intended target, and two hit an ally by accident (I was watching Buffy before bed and I think this is lifted directly from the episode of Faith waking up from her coma and remembering Buffy stabbing her) but the knives are small, tacky pen knives that I think are from behind the counter at the Army Navy Surplus in Providence.

I decide I need to rest and stay at home. It's only sort of the house in Virginia. Kristie's not there, it's some grandparent I don't actually know. I decide not to announce myself. It's the middle of the night and I know I have the run of the house. My bedroom has huge ceilings and a bed made up with blue and gray sheets and blankets, including one with silver metallic paint. I realize it's the same sheets that were on the bed when Ryan and I were there for Thanksgiving and I'm glad there won't be extra trouble.