i was with a group who was helping to trim trees, etc, along the 6 train (irl the 6 train is all underground, no plants of any kind), everyone else there was there because they were convicts and it was part of their punishment. i don't remember exactly why i was there, but i do remember that a few years back i had fallen on a donald judd installation there which had very sharp corners, and busted up my chin and had to get stitches. that day, darcy sent me a picture she had taken of me on the emergency room stitching table from that time; i looked like i was taking it in stride.
i watched the convicts working, and one of them started to float above the ground. he kind of hovered at first, but it had soon developed into full floating, yet still not quite flying. he floated all the way up onto some power lines about two or three stories up. he then danced around the power lines, never quite using them for full support, but touching them for guidance every few seconds. he danced around like this for a bit, and came down. the warden gave him a look like "here we go again," and then the floating man went back to work on terra firma. i was lying down, and directly beneath me there was a large, hairy, stereotypically disgusting spider. i tried to squish it by lying on it, and every time i lifted my back up to see if i had killed it, it was still alive but in a different spot beneath me. i got more and more freaked out as this went on, but eventually did squish it.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
2011-03-28
i was in a dilapidated building with a stage in d.c., it had the vibe of an off-limits place at first but slowly more people showed up and there was going to be a show there. jack schafer was in a band that was about to play, but went home to get a cable. quite a bit more happened but i don't remember much of this one.
andrew had died while tossing a ball back and forth in the westway backyard with daniel bass. he had chased it into the street without looking and been hit by a car. we had buried him in the westway backyard and placed either things we had made ourselves that we thought he might have liked, or things of his that he liked, on top of the grave, which was actually a mound. it was really staggering. i thought of the last time i saw him which was in austin, how we'd talked about riding back together but i had to leave before he could to catch a flight. at this point i became aware that my dad had died too, though i don't know how. i was still in the westway backyard, weeping uncontrollably. i hoped it was a dream, that they were both still alive, yet at the same time i had the bizarre feeling of wanting the weeping and the intensity of emotion to be real.
this next section takes place (not at the bookstore itself, but) superimposed on the half-price books in lewisville parking lot. it bears no resemblance to it other than it sharing the coordinates of that parking lot. anyways ::: i was in a supermarket and ran into shane wright. we chit chatted but then went our separate ways. i went into the parking lot where there was a gas station, and could still see him in the distance. i decided to call him and ask him if he wanted me to get him a pack of cigarettes while i was here, to which he said sure but that he didn't have any money to pay me back. for some reason i decided to go with it anyways, then went to join my parents who were eating at a taco cabana adjacent to the gas station. this was a fancy taco cabana with waiters and live entertainment, which my parents were watching as they ate. i stood there waiting for shane and trying to conceal the cigarettes, which were not even mine, from my parents. apparently i had ordered a beer for someone else, and the waiters decided to bring an entire pitcher of frozen margaritas to our table as well. they poured them for the three of us, but they lost their consistency and turned to water almost immediately, so we had trouble distinguishing them from the waters we already had on the table. we were sitting in an outdoor seating area facing a stage, although i don't remember what was happening there. we were sitting stage left, but parallel to us stage right were two people who were also married and who looked exactly like my parents. briefly i thought of the odds of two people a) each looking like my parents b) getting married c) eating at this same taco c at the same time as us but didn't give it much thought beyond that.
at this point a group of kids came up to me and asked me to retrieve something for them that had been confiscated by a gas station attendant in yet another gas station across the parking lot. i didn't want to and told them no, and one of them tried to start a fight with me. i was standing on some steps so i was a bit below him, so that when he lunged at me i was able to duck and then flip him over my back. i tried calling some employees over to have him removed, but no one came, so i just continued holding him down, punching him as needed, etc. later, now night, i went even further across the parking lot, past the second gas station, to a second taco cabana. i waited for my food in the outdoor area there, though it was no more than some old wooden tables with benches, nothing like the previous one. the kid i had fought before came up and tapped me on the shoulder, though from the start i knew it was nothing hostile. i put my hand out to give him the bro-diagonal-five-handshake. he was holding an infant and seemed much more calm and clear.
andrew had died while tossing a ball back and forth in the westway backyard with daniel bass. he had chased it into the street without looking and been hit by a car. we had buried him in the westway backyard and placed either things we had made ourselves that we thought he might have liked, or things of his that he liked, on top of the grave, which was actually a mound. it was really staggering. i thought of the last time i saw him which was in austin, how we'd talked about riding back together but i had to leave before he could to catch a flight. at this point i became aware that my dad had died too, though i don't know how. i was still in the westway backyard, weeping uncontrollably. i hoped it was a dream, that they were both still alive, yet at the same time i had the bizarre feeling of wanting the weeping and the intensity of emotion to be real.
this next section takes place (not at the bookstore itself, but) superimposed on the half-price books in lewisville parking lot. it bears no resemblance to it other than it sharing the coordinates of that parking lot. anyways ::: i was in a supermarket and ran into shane wright. we chit chatted but then went our separate ways. i went into the parking lot where there was a gas station, and could still see him in the distance. i decided to call him and ask him if he wanted me to get him a pack of cigarettes while i was here, to which he said sure but that he didn't have any money to pay me back. for some reason i decided to go with it anyways, then went to join my parents who were eating at a taco cabana adjacent to the gas station. this was a fancy taco cabana with waiters and live entertainment, which my parents were watching as they ate. i stood there waiting for shane and trying to conceal the cigarettes, which were not even mine, from my parents. apparently i had ordered a beer for someone else, and the waiters decided to bring an entire pitcher of frozen margaritas to our table as well. they poured them for the three of us, but they lost their consistency and turned to water almost immediately, so we had trouble distinguishing them from the waters we already had on the table. we were sitting in an outdoor seating area facing a stage, although i don't remember what was happening there. we were sitting stage left, but parallel to us stage right were two people who were also married and who looked exactly like my parents. briefly i thought of the odds of two people a) each looking like my parents b) getting married c) eating at this same taco c at the same time as us but didn't give it much thought beyond that.
at this point a group of kids came up to me and asked me to retrieve something for them that had been confiscated by a gas station attendant in yet another gas station across the parking lot. i didn't want to and told them no, and one of them tried to start a fight with me. i was standing on some steps so i was a bit below him, so that when he lunged at me i was able to duck and then flip him over my back. i tried calling some employees over to have him removed, but no one came, so i just continued holding him down, punching him as needed, etc. later, now night, i went even further across the parking lot, past the second gas station, to a second taco cabana. i waited for my food in the outdoor area there, though it was no more than some old wooden tables with benches, nothing like the previous one. the kid i had fought before came up and tapped me on the shoulder, though from the start i knew it was nothing hostile. i put my hand out to give him the bro-diagonal-five-handshake. he was holding an infant and seemed much more calm and clear.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
2011-03-27
hello everyone,
i am starting this back up primarily because it's a good way for me to stay diligent about writing my dreams down. when i am writing them down on a regular basis i find it much easier to remember details (quality/quantity) about them. it's also amazing what you can notice about dreams after having somewhat forgotten about them, then going back and rereading them, i.e. common themes, symbols, moods, or images that appear and reappear and are obvious in retrospect but that you don't notice the first time. i also miss reading everyone else's blogs, now that we are all scattered across the country/world, these are a good way to stay more in touch with each other beyond what you can get from a status update. anyways, night one:
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i was at some sort of sleepaway camp, similar vibe to church camp. i got in the cabin and saw that the nicest, most comfortable, non-bunk bed was still available. i looked around and threw my stuff on it as if to say "all right, if no one wants it..."
at one point i was on land near sort of harbor. there were some kids swimming (two boys and a girl) and chasing each other further out into the water. we were all part of a larger group. eventually i lost sight of the kids but it didn't concern me very much, especially since there was a large manmade concrete building planted about 100 feet off shore they seemed to be heading towards. later i saw the two boys without the girl, but since they didn't seem panicked i figured everything was probably ok, that the girl hadn't drowned, etc. an older man and i were also trying to get something done, i don't remember what. he got in the water at one point and pulled a bike out and handed it to me - i don't remember if it was my bike, or someone's, but it was definitely not just a random bike pulled out by chance.
i was in my [parents'] house in coppell [texas], but the dream must have also taken place on the french riviera, because i was trying to get a day trip to hyeres together. i wanted [my sister] lindsey to go and a couple of other people. the dream had nothing to do with the camp from above, but i remember that i wanted to take a few other people who had also been at it, now that the camp was over but we were all still within driving distance to hyeres. i was pretty frustrated because it was getting late in the day and no one seemed like they were making much of an effort to go in a timely manner, if at all. lindsey was just watching tv, and i begged her to please hurry up, since as it was we hadn't left yet and the sun would only be out a few more hours. i got a call from my friend julian's mom, which showed up on my caller id as "caroline" (i have no idea if this is her real name or not). she said she noticed i had contacted her over 30 times looking for help planning this trip, which was unusual, so she was calling just one final time to see if there was anything else i needed. i replied that, yes, now that i thought of it, i had no idea how to get to hyeres, so if she could give me directions, that would be fantastic. she agreed to do so, but demanded i watch a few youtube videos that she found hilarious first. i wasn't too thrilled but agreed, since lindsey still wasn't ready and the other two people we were waiting on weren't even there yet. i watched one where the funny/viral-worthy part of the video was that a woman got caught looking up information about condoms on her laptop in a mall food court, which to me wasn't that funny or viral-worthy at all. i just wanted to get the directions and leave. i humored her though, and pulled up the second one, which started with the same woman in the same food court, but zoomed out. the camera was moving backwards, almost at ground level between the seats, with first kids running/skating by, and then a group of large men running/marching by in processional form. the whole thing looked staged to me but i didn't want to waste anymore time on this video, so i decided not to mention it.
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