I only remember a little bit, but I was with a fellow friend/art student who is a sculpture major. He, another guy I met last night but only spoke the words "Hi" when he arrived and "nice to meet you" when he left, and I were somewhere.
We were wandering around chatting. It was friendly. It felt like we had been friends for years.
We happened upon this place that was sort of campus, sort of the grocery store. There were stapled shut paper bags placed all over the floor and big wooden frames with glass, and other random objects on shelves. It was some event where people like us-college students, or people of that age in general-could come receive free things.
We went over. As soon as we got there a swarm of people came so there was an air of competition for the best bags and objects. I looked down into a bag and there were a bunch of cereal boxes. I didn't really feel like a bunch of cereal so I let someone peering over my shoulder lustfully have it. Then I noticed this enormous thing. It was about 6 ft tall 7 ft wide and 4 ft thick. It was on wheels and was built of sturdy wood frames built into attached compartments and shelves. There was one large section covered in glass, like a display case, that had a wall with cords melded onto it. I didn't understand that part, and neither did my friends. We joked about how odd it was and how much I love it. Then I noticed there was a coffee press, a bottle opener, half a bottle of juice, and two really big toasters. One could fit 4 slices, another could fit like 10. I didn't want the toasters, but I wanted the other things, so I took it home.
We were back at my apartment and I was plugging in the new dvd player that apparently was also on the contraption, and my friend played video games on my roommate's console.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
10-14-08 continued more
um, wow. I keep remembering more of my dreams from last night.
I also dreamt that Ben, an art professor at Western, was putting on an exhibit. It was interactive, and you had to crawl through it. It was pitch black and there was a series of rooms that you pass through. Each had objects inside that you're meant to feel and navigate. In one of the rooms there were lights and little couches. I sat in there with Ben, his wife, and someone else. We were talking about his exhibit and how profound it was. At the end of the maze of rooms you end up in a concert hall/club. There were a ton of people there and it was loud and had tons of colorful, moving beams of light.
At another point I was with Maryann and her group of friends in that club. They were all extremely excited about a song coming up. She yelled at me, "It's butterflies." I thought about it. She got impatient. "You don't know that song?! what's wrong with you?!" I was a little hurt, and at that moment thought it might be a Bjork/M.I.A. song and said, "Oh right, I think I know it." Before I finished my reply she was running off to join the crowd. I just stayed there, not feeling very excited about it at all.
The song started and it was hip-hop, nothing I expected. I recognized it though. It was some famous song from years ago.
Later I was at a public pool with Maryann and there were a bunch of old people there. They all looked morose and tired. I sat on the edge watching because I didn't feel like swimming.
At one point a couple "hot" old ladies waded into the pool and all the other old people turned to stare. They were really strange looking though. They looked fake. One of the them had a body of a young white woman in her 20s or 30s with a crazy bathing suit that had a big hole to show off her belly. It had diamonds too. Then from her right shoulder and up she was black. It looked like an enormous birthmark. Then her hair was partially a black woman's hair, then with blond attachments. Her face was bloated and just plain scary.
The other lady had a similar body but her face was emaciated and hollowed out.
I didn't understand why the other onlookers thought they were so hot. They were creepy.
I think that's all I'm going to remember from last night...
I also dreamt that Ben, an art professor at Western, was putting on an exhibit. It was interactive, and you had to crawl through it. It was pitch black and there was a series of rooms that you pass through. Each had objects inside that you're meant to feel and navigate. In one of the rooms there were lights and little couches. I sat in there with Ben, his wife, and someone else. We were talking about his exhibit and how profound it was. At the end of the maze of rooms you end up in a concert hall/club. There were a ton of people there and it was loud and had tons of colorful, moving beams of light.
At another point I was with Maryann and her group of friends in that club. They were all extremely excited about a song coming up. She yelled at me, "It's butterflies." I thought about it. She got impatient. "You don't know that song?! what's wrong with you?!" I was a little hurt, and at that moment thought it might be a Bjork/M.I.A. song and said, "Oh right, I think I know it." Before I finished my reply she was running off to join the crowd. I just stayed there, not feeling very excited about it at all.
The song started and it was hip-hop, nothing I expected. I recognized it though. It was some famous song from years ago.
Later I was at a public pool with Maryann and there were a bunch of old people there. They all looked morose and tired. I sat on the edge watching because I didn't feel like swimming.
At one point a couple "hot" old ladies waded into the pool and all the other old people turned to stare. They were really strange looking though. They looked fake. One of the them had a body of a young white woman in her 20s or 30s with a crazy bathing suit that had a big hole to show off her belly. It had diamonds too. Then from her right shoulder and up she was black. It looked like an enormous birthmark. Then her hair was partially a black woman's hair, then with blond attachments. Her face was bloated and just plain scary.
The other lady had a similar body but her face was emaciated and hollowed out.
I didn't understand why the other onlookers thought they were so hot. They were creepy.
I think that's all I'm going to remember from last night...
10-14-08 continued
AND
I just remembered there was a whole other scene of my dream where I was on a bus, kneeling down in the cramped quarters in front of a man. My line of view was directly at his lap where he held a lively ferret.
The ferret was beautiful and made me nostalgic for when I had them. We chatted about ferrets and life. I was admiring it for a prolonged period and he was pretty joyous about showing off his pet. I kept rubbing my nose up against the ferret trying to smell it. I couldn't smell the regular ferret musk and it was impressive. I said "wow, a ferret that doesn't smell! when I had ferrets I constantly smelled like them. it was kind of gross." He said "Oh it's there, believe me." (I'm thinking now, as I rubbed my nose across the fur of the ferret, I was probably rubbing my nose across my blanket.)
The ferret was light brown and so pretty.
I just remembered there was a whole other scene of my dream where I was on a bus, kneeling down in the cramped quarters in front of a man. My line of view was directly at his lap where he held a lively ferret.
The ferret was beautiful and made me nostalgic for when I had them. We chatted about ferrets and life. I was admiring it for a prolonged period and he was pretty joyous about showing off his pet. I kept rubbing my nose up against the ferret trying to smell it. I couldn't smell the regular ferret musk and it was impressive. I said "wow, a ferret that doesn't smell! when I had ferrets I constantly smelled like them. it was kind of gross." He said "Oh it's there, believe me." (I'm thinking now, as I rubbed my nose across the fur of the ferret, I was probably rubbing my nose across my blanket.)
The ferret was light brown and so pretty.
10-14-08
Alright, so I'm going to be very vague about this dream because it's too embarrassing to explain the details.
I was hanging out with a friend of mine and my mom. We were all lounging around casually, then a conversation about a disagreement between my friend and I came up. My friend decided he needed to explain things to my mom in private, so they went out on the balcony and spoke together while I was left inside to mope about what I didn't get to know. They left through a pristinely clean, probably recently washed glass sliding door onto a balcony with a roof. It was nighttime and raining. Also, my mom was younger.
Then when they came back in, my friend had a list he handed me. The words were scratched into it in phrases and bullet points scattered everywhere on a medium sized scrap of crumpled then re-flattened paper. The list continued on the other side. It was all the reasons why he and I should not be close friends any longer. I sort of remember there being a significance about how many reasons there were, but I'm not sure of that number. The reasons were offensive and I'm not willing to write them here, but suffice it to say* I woke up after that feeling both hurt and confused.
I was genuinely upset, recognizing it was probably untrue but not fully convinced. I felt like I could go find that note and read it, so instead of having to wake up and potentially face the reality of reading that horrible note, I decided to continue sleeping, past my Journalism class.
I think this is the first time I semi-consciously decided to skip a class because a dream has made me so sad.
*Is that the proper use of the phrase? I always mess up colloquial phrases like that one.
I was hanging out with a friend of mine and my mom. We were all lounging around casually, then a conversation about a disagreement between my friend and I came up. My friend decided he needed to explain things to my mom in private, so they went out on the balcony and spoke together while I was left inside to mope about what I didn't get to know. They left through a pristinely clean, probably recently washed glass sliding door onto a balcony with a roof. It was nighttime and raining. Also, my mom was younger.
Then when they came back in, my friend had a list he handed me. The words were scratched into it in phrases and bullet points scattered everywhere on a medium sized scrap of crumpled then re-flattened paper. The list continued on the other side. It was all the reasons why he and I should not be close friends any longer. I sort of remember there being a significance about how many reasons there were, but I'm not sure of that number. The reasons were offensive and I'm not willing to write them here, but suffice it to say* I woke up after that feeling both hurt and confused.
I was genuinely upset, recognizing it was probably untrue but not fully convinced. I felt like I could go find that note and read it, so instead of having to wake up and potentially face the reality of reading that horrible note, I decided to continue sleeping, past my Journalism class.
I think this is the first time I semi-consciously decided to skip a class because a dream has made me so sad.
*Is that the proper use of the phrase? I always mess up colloquial phrases like that one.
Monday, October 13, 2008
10-13-08
Last night my mom was my sister in law, Leila, and pregnant. My dad was Shaun.
They looked like my parents but they were in the life situation of my brother and sister in law.
One night, as I was visiting them in their new home, my mom was complaining of feeling pain everywhere from the pregnancy. Her whole body was aching. My dad wasn't doing anything about it. He was busy with work and didn't realize her pain, because she didn't say anything.
I just knew she was hurting, so I went to her and asked if there's anything I could do. She said no. I said, there must be. So she lied down on the couch and rested for a while.
I had arranged plans for us all to go to a poetry reading, and it looked like we wouldn't be able to go.
She was still hurting, and dad came over and sat down watching.
I told her she should take a bath, that it might relieve the pain. She decided that would be a good idea, and indulged in the bath. Her deciding to do that, meant dad had to stay home with her and I either could sacrifice the plans for the evening and stay too...because taking baths is serious business. People need to be around for that...Or I could go and leave mom in dad's hands.
They both encouraged me to go to the poetry reading. So I did.
But I thought I was late so I scrambled rapidly trying to find the right clothes to wear. I kept trying on outfits and thinking they looked stupid, and inappropriate for such a cultural event as a poetry reading. I tried on multiple things, until finally I settled on a Grey hoodie and a soft brown fake leather skirt. As I put on the skirt I thought about how weird it was that I was the kind of person who bought fake leather skirts, and wondered how I had become that way.
I went back out into the living room, saw the time, and realized I wasn't late at all. My dad scoffed politely at me, and I decided to head out, since I had finally settled on an outfit right in time for me to leave, and have the time to walk their casually.
I just arrived at the symphony hall, where the reading was to be held.
Then I woke up.
They looked like my parents but they were in the life situation of my brother and sister in law.
One night, as I was visiting them in their new home, my mom was complaining of feeling pain everywhere from the pregnancy. Her whole body was aching. My dad wasn't doing anything about it. He was busy with work and didn't realize her pain, because she didn't say anything.
I just knew she was hurting, so I went to her and asked if there's anything I could do. She said no. I said, there must be. So she lied down on the couch and rested for a while.
I had arranged plans for us all to go to a poetry reading, and it looked like we wouldn't be able to go.
She was still hurting, and dad came over and sat down watching.
I told her she should take a bath, that it might relieve the pain. She decided that would be a good idea, and indulged in the bath. Her deciding to do that, meant dad had to stay home with her and I either could sacrifice the plans for the evening and stay too...because taking baths is serious business. People need to be around for that...Or I could go and leave mom in dad's hands.
They both encouraged me to go to the poetry reading. So I did.
But I thought I was late so I scrambled rapidly trying to find the right clothes to wear. I kept trying on outfits and thinking they looked stupid, and inappropriate for such a cultural event as a poetry reading. I tried on multiple things, until finally I settled on a Grey hoodie and a soft brown fake leather skirt. As I put on the skirt I thought about how weird it was that I was the kind of person who bought fake leather skirts, and wondered how I had become that way.
I went back out into the living room, saw the time, and realized I wasn't late at all. My dad scoffed politely at me, and I decided to head out, since I had finally settled on an outfit right in time for me to leave, and have the time to walk their casually.
I just arrived at the symphony hall, where the reading was to be held.
Then I woke up.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
10-12-08
I've decided instead of typing out "dream" every time I post about a dream, I'll just type the date I had it.
This is a note I left on Maryann's page this morning, remembering last night's.
I dreamt we were on stage, dancing. The crowd was incredibly unenthusiastic, but we were having fun. I really wanted to dance crazy, but you were more relaxed. We put on Bjork music and the crowd hated it.
Afterwards a metal band were on their way to perform and they asked us to clean up the stage for them. I went wild and thought that was the best opportunity ever, so I swept up all the fall leaves and puddles that were on stage? We were standing by the entrance after rapidly cleaning and their black van arrived. I was jumping up and down of excitement. I think you were still pretty mellow, but sharing the excitement some.
:)
This is a note I left on Maryann's page this morning, remembering last night's.
I dreamt we were on stage, dancing. The crowd was incredibly unenthusiastic, but we were having fun. I really wanted to dance crazy, but you were more relaxed. We put on Bjork music and the crowd hated it.
Afterwards a metal band were on their way to perform and they asked us to clean up the stage for them. I went wild and thought that was the best opportunity ever, so I swept up all the fall leaves and puddles that were on stage? We were standing by the entrance after rapidly cleaning and their black van arrived. I was jumping up and down of excitement. I think you were still pretty mellow, but sharing the excitement some.
:)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Fingertip
Alright, so the other two munchkins I mentioned that lived on this young boy's fingertip had even more incredible powers.
Porina Torch began using hers straight out of the womb so her name is a direct result of the show she put on in the hospital. Believe it or not, she actually came out her mother holding a torch. While resting in her mother's belly, over those nine months of creation, she was busy gathering stray atoms amongst the embryonic fluid and fusing them to make a torch. She, unlike most babies, knew before entering the world just how dangerous it can be, and she was getting prepared.
When they finally pulled her full body out and turned her over, she revealed her creation. She held it out at full arm's length, the slimy fluids stretching with it. The doctors were horrified at first, thinking it was an appendage gone terribly wrong. When they came to find out it was not attached to her body they thought it could be a deformed fifth twin. They were relieved to see that too was false. It had no face, no torso, arms, eyes, or pulse. They looked closer and realized it was a torch. Porina Torch knew what to do. She decided to let them see just how genius she was and spat on the top of the torch. It went up in flame and as the doctor and nurses backed up they watched from a short distance as all of the fluids that came with her were instantly dried up. She sat up and looked at them all---they thought in unison, "What an unusual baby."
Sky-a-melton who had just come previous to Porina Torch was in one of the nurses arms as all of this happened. She was watching, and was astonished. She wouldn't develop her powers until later in life, after a ginormous giant stepped on her leg as she lied on the long summer grasses contemplating the clouds. She spent nearly a month away as the tiny healing creatures mended her. But it turned out they reattached her veins, muscles, and bones slightly wrong. They followed the wrong instructions on their tiny healing book of mending instructions, accidentally following the directions from the special, secret chapter. The trouble was, the tiny creatures recently had a mutual friend who got married, they all went to party and were all hungover when they were first confronted with sky-a-melton's problem. It was that day they chose the page they would follow for this mending project.
There is a lot I could tell you about that tiny creature party, but I won't go into it, because that really has nothing to do with sky-a-melton's predicament, so back to her...
Sorry, intermission.
I'll need to continue this later. I need to make an emergency grocery store run.
Porina Torch began using hers straight out of the womb so her name is a direct result of the show she put on in the hospital. Believe it or not, she actually came out her mother holding a torch. While resting in her mother's belly, over those nine months of creation, she was busy gathering stray atoms amongst the embryonic fluid and fusing them to make a torch. She, unlike most babies, knew before entering the world just how dangerous it can be, and she was getting prepared.
When they finally pulled her full body out and turned her over, she revealed her creation. She held it out at full arm's length, the slimy fluids stretching with it. The doctors were horrified at first, thinking it was an appendage gone terribly wrong. When they came to find out it was not attached to her body they thought it could be a deformed fifth twin. They were relieved to see that too was false. It had no face, no torso, arms, eyes, or pulse. They looked closer and realized it was a torch. Porina Torch knew what to do. She decided to let them see just how genius she was and spat on the top of the torch. It went up in flame and as the doctor and nurses backed up they watched from a short distance as all of the fluids that came with her were instantly dried up. She sat up and looked at them all---they thought in unison, "What an unusual baby."
Sky-a-melton who had just come previous to Porina Torch was in one of the nurses arms as all of this happened. She was watching, and was astonished. She wouldn't develop her powers until later in life, after a ginormous giant stepped on her leg as she lied on the long summer grasses contemplating the clouds. She spent nearly a month away as the tiny healing creatures mended her. But it turned out they reattached her veins, muscles, and bones slightly wrong. They followed the wrong instructions on their tiny healing book of mending instructions, accidentally following the directions from the special, secret chapter. The trouble was, the tiny creatures recently had a mutual friend who got married, they all went to party and were all hungover when they were first confronted with sky-a-melton's problem. It was that day they chose the page they would follow for this mending project.
There is a lot I could tell you about that tiny creature party, but I won't go into it, because that really has nothing to do with sky-a-melton's predicament, so back to her...
Sorry, intermission.
I'll need to continue this later. I need to make an emergency grocery store run.
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