Mark Allen's Dream Journal - March 2001

3/1/01:

    I am, again, in some big city that I do not recognize. It's early evening - dark outside. I show up at some coffee house for my first day on a new job there. There are two levels to the place, it has brick walls, is full of interesting little trinkets and quirky furniture...very cozy. Other people are working there and we all just kind of sit around. Even when customers are behind the counter we are in the corner just talking. The woman who owns the place, my boss, is very casual and cool about this. She doesn't seem to mind that we're slacking off all the time...she seems to encourage it! I run into people that I know from the New York Club scene inside the coffee shop.
    I see that the coffee shop has a courtyard and I go outside into it. I am suddenly on this wide street in Rome in the daytime. I am walking along looking at all these big ornate booths made with gold leaf and jewels. I am thinking "I am in Rome and need to see everything I can while I'm here" so I start frantically staring at everything around me - whipping my neck back and forth.
    Then I walk back into the coffee shop and it's nighttime again and I'm not in Rome, obviously. All the employees are there. I look around and suddenly notice that there are cockroaches everywhere. I look on this one shelf and see a bag of Fritos. Through the clear part of the cellophane bag, I see three roaches crawling around in the bag. I realize that I had been eating those Fritos earlier. The woman who owns the place doesn't seem to mind at all, she says something like "The background of everything is so ornate that the roaches will just blend in!" She is smiling when she says this.
    Then I am in this really nice apartment. I am walking around looking at all the nice stuff there. They have those wooden puzzle sculpture things with the little drawers that come out. I am looking at one that is shaped like a goldfish. There are lamps there too made of these brightly colored spheres. And the place has beige wall to wall carpet and high ceilings. I see the owner of the place and then I see these to friends of his that have come in to use his bathroom. They are these two really glamorous looking black ladies. They stare at me as they walk past.

3/2/01:

    I am staying in some weird city that looks like Hong Kong except everyone and everything is American and in English. I am is some weird flat where there is different colored fluorescent lights. It's always nighttime and always raining - very picturesque. I am in some arrangement where a bunch of people live there with me. Two of these people are actress Julianne Moore and my old friend Aner. There seems to be a lot of sexual activity between all the inhabitants of this place I live in. There is competition between everyone to see who is the best in the sack.
    At one point I am looking at this color photograph that is divided into four columns. In each column is a different photo of all the inhabitants of the place, in each one they are arranged in a different arranged people pyramid to show who is better in bed - weird.
    Suddenly I am in Plano, Texas in the late 1970's. I am in a convertible car and am dropping people off who are getting onto a yellow school bus. As they are getting on the bus, someone walks up to the convertible and hands me a postal package. It is a long box, about ten inches long. It has a rose and baby's breath attached to it and and a card that reads "To Mark, Love Anir". There is an "i" in place of the "e".

3/3/01:

No dreams.
 

3/4/01:

No dreams.
 

3/5/01:

    I'm "watching" some black and white foreign flm...it looks like maybe it's from the 50's. In it there is a small boy - kind of like Jean-Pierre Léaud in  Truffaut's "400 Blows" - he is in a school with a bunch of other kids. The school teachers are all nuns. The school itself is an old castle with thick stone walls - very old and almost falling apart (you can sometimes see bright light from outside peeking through cracks in the wall - this is a neat effect on the b&w film). The castle/school reminds me of that castle near the shore in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
    In one scene, the boy is about to go into classroom after some blond little girl just spoke with him. He looks into the class from the hall and sees a big stone wall behind the nun teacher, who is facing him and the class - who all have their backs to him and are sitting down. The stone wall behind the nun has two definite 'slits' or cracks in it - they run from floor to ceiling almost. The boy listens and he can hear this crashing an roaring noise. It turns out that behind that wall and right next to his class is a sea-side cliff area where the surf is constantly crashing and spraying giant foamy bursts of water that are crashing against the school. I "see" a little montage of the boy kind of "seeing" beyond the wall and going into the water and seeing all this pirate's treasure (this footage looks really phony). The boy then smiles because he realizes that with this excitement right outside his class he will be able to make it through his boring studies. He runs into the class and sits down.

3/6/01:

    I'm looking at a giant blown-up photograph of a woman's face. It's black and white. Near the foreground of what I am seeing there is a wire that someone is holding with their hands. The wire is burning, like a fuse or maybe incense. When the wire is burning the photograph of the womn's face changes, like she's in pain.

3/7/01:

    I'm watching some talk show on TV. It is kind of a prank/candid camera/Jerry Springer type of thing. The host of the show invites people on and lets them think it's a normal talk show and they will be interviewed or whatever, but there is really some prank being played on them that the audience in the studio is in on and the people watching at home know about.
    The guest I am watching is a black lady that is coming on the show to talk about whatever. She comes on the show and sits down in this chair. She is facing sideways to the audience, we can see her profile. As she is talking it is revealed that the seat of her chair is a glass box that is filled to the top with swarming, fidgeting tarantulas. They are poisonous and are all mad because they can't breath and are all jammed in there together or whatever. It looks really hideous and creepy. Sometimes the camera comes in close and you see one of the angry tarantulas get near the woman and spit yellow venom out of it's fangs. The whole time the audience is like "Whhhhoooaaa!!" and "AAAhhhhhhggghhh!!!" and the woman doesn't know why people are doing this.

3/8/01:

Too busy to dream.

3/9/01:

    I'm on downtown somewhere and I'm with Michael and we are filming. I have this GIGANTICLY LONG French bagette that is SUPER LONG. It is the size of and entire city block, from one corner to the next. I have it proped up on both ends (street corners) by those wire trash cans that are in NYC. It's like waist-high just hovering there. I was setting this up when Michael was doing something else. I tell him "OK Michael come look at this it's a great idea I was thinking of about this shot. We should incorporate this giant bagette I have stretched from corner to corner on this sidewalk...look how cool it is!" He just stares at it like "That's stupid Mark" and as I'm arguing with him I realise it is indeed a stupid idea.

3/13/01:

Been so busy have not had time to remember dreams, let alonr record them. Will resume VERY soon.

3/14/01:

    I'm walking down the sidewalk on Avenue A. I am Joan Allen in "The Contender". I am accepting a loan from someone (I know this somehow) and it is making me cry because I'm sad that I have to take it. I suddenly have this giant piece of cardboard with me and am putting it next to these rash cans I see.
    Then the entire sidewalk turns into ice. I am sliding "downwards" (like there is a hill). I am grabbing onto things on the sidewalk so I don't slide away. I am thinking "Life is too hard on me!" then I realize that it's Spring and the ice will be melting soon and I won't be sliding anymore.
    Then I'm in this big alleyway. It's like I'm in the back of a giant grocery store or something. I see this guy crouched down, facing this doorway. He has this baseball cap made of all these little beads - red and blue. I think I know him and that he is going to turn around and acknowledge me. He doesn't and I'm kind of surprised.

3/15/01:

    There was this plastic mushroom-shaped toy that I was holding (it was kind of shaped like a tree - with a brown trunk I think), or maybe someone else was holding. I was in a group of people and we were all circled around looking at this toy and we are all laughing. There is this yellow Play-Dough-like stuff that comes out of the top of the toy when you squeeze it. The yellow stuff fizzes sometimes. That is all I remember. I got the impression that the yellow stuff was important somehow.

3/16/01:

    I'm on some road trip with my family. We are in some unknown city. At one point we are going to all these modern looking bars (at night) that have neon and lit-up walls and floating tables and stuff - weird. We have some long-haired blond woman as our tour guide.
    The next day after the bar tour I am "floating" around the city. It's one of those dreams where I can "fly" or "float" by kicking my legs. I am flying over this crowded plaza in the city and suddenly I find myself near all these gnarly looking power lines. I realize because of my momentum I won't be able to stop before I hit them so I try to snake through them as I pass through them. I can hear all the wattage going "sizzle" "pop" "crackle" and stuff like that. My back grazes one of them just as I'm getting out of them and a really powerful zap of electricity jolts through my body. It feels pretty dangerous - but I seem to be OK. I float back to my hotel room and into my bed (next to my brother) and fall asleep.
    The next morning I wake up and look in the mirror and the right side of my nose has these weird spots on it. They look like little pockets of space, like blisters (but are convex instead of concave) and they seem to be holding dark liquid in them (blood?). I'm afraid if I pop one the liquid will squirt out. I tell my mom about it and she looks at them and seems to think they're nothing.

3/17/01:

    I'm living in some big house with Michael. We are working on a film together. Parts of the house look like a dark casino lounge - but really nice. I have my live webcam set up in one of the rooms. It is always pointing at me. There are always a couple of people in the house for the film or whatnot. They always huddle around my webcam and look at it. Some European guy comes into the house and it turns out he is going to help us shoot two scenes tomorrow. The "theme" of the shoots is a kind of Egyptian thing. I go in the backyard with the new director and we start going over the scenes. Our actor Kelly is there too. I notice the backyard of the house is identical to a backyard of a house I used to live in with a bunch of people in Denton, Texas - when I was in college. We go over the scenes, kind of roughly creating some blocking and stuff. Kelly helps us. We make a collective decision to "just wing it" at the shoot. This makes me uneasy.
    The next day, we are all in front of the house awaiting the actors' arrival. It's morning. It's all very regal - we are up on the porch (the front of the house looks like a grand hotel). The actors arrive in vans and are lead up to the house on these things carried by other people - like the thing Cleopatra was carried on (what are those called?). Anyway they all come up to the house and Michael and the new director and Kelly are all waiting there. The actors are lead into the house and I am in front of one of them as they come in, I am facing them walking backwards. It's like I'm looking at what the camera will see when we film them. There is a big crowd of people all around in the foyer (how many people did we invite to this shoot?). Everyone's like "get out of the way" "ouch!" etc...it's a real mob scene. Suddenly Michael gets up on the thing being led through the hallway, in the center of everything, and is testing something out. As I'm in front of him I start massaging his feet and he cries out in pain. He then gets down and I have a conference with the new director. We are totally unprepared - nothing is ready. I look over and there is a mob of people around my webcam.
    All the actors and people go upstairs and start shooting. As they go upstairs, I look at this drawing I made of some of the blocking...I see a drawing of an Egyptian sarcophocas on it.

3/18/01:

    Seeing as how I ate chinese food, ice cream, Tootsie rolls and potato chips and a Tylenol PM right before going to bed it's shocking that I had NO DREAMS.

3/19/01:

Too busy with shoot to record dreams.

3/20/01:

    I'm on top of this building. I'm pretty sure I'm in NYC. The top is really intricate - lots of levels and glass-enclosed viewing areas, ramps, stairs...some of it even looks like a museum of some sorts...and part of it is like a parking garage. There is red industrial carpet everywhere and I think the hand rails of the stairs are all yellow. There are security guards at every doorway. Sometimes you can go outside and look around and sometimes you can just walk around the many levels that are on the top of the building. The security guards don't seem to be doing their job at all. You can walk right through doors marked "authorized personnel only" and they just look the other way. It takes me trying to get down onto another level (by eventually hoping over a rail because I can't find the right door) to realize this.
    I'm suddenly on the roof with some friends I don't know. It's night time. We see these three people, a guy and two girls, run past us and get up on this ledge near the roof's edge. They all strip naked and start having sex together right in front of us. The girls both have penises. Sometimes the guy is on the receiving end of the girls. Suddenly the girls start shooting their sperm all over and into the guy. They seem to be trying to do this as much as possible.
    Suddenly we hear this voice over like we're watching a movie coming attraction. It's a guy's voice and he's like "These girls will do anything to get as much sperm into this guy as humanly possible!" Suddenly we realize we are watching some kind of advertisement for a movie that is currently playing around own. Like this is a scene from the movie and is a hologram or something. We notice the guy in the movie is someone famous, but I don't know who he is, and we all agree that he is very sexy. We all want to go see the movie now.
    I am then listening to a story from my friend Erik about how he and his boyfriend once had sex on top of the Empire State Building when no one was looking.
    Then I'm in a lower section of the building. I seem to be in a chapel or church - I can tell it's deep inside the building because the stained glass windows are fake - they have lights on the other side of them to look like sunshine. There are no windows in the chapel. The chapel has the same red industrial carpet. I am with an old man and a little girl with pigtails. My friend Gregory is with me, and he is going to meet the cute movie actor somewhere in the building. He says something like "I can tell he has a really small body...I'm sure I'll be back in five minutes with a story about how lame it was." I decide to stick around in the church with the old man and the little girl.
    Greg goes off...suddenly the chapel turns into a subway car that is zooming underneath New York.

3/21/01:

No dreams.

3/22/01:

    I'm at some big complex with lots of buildings. I am there with some people that I don't know...everyone is young. I realize it's a science complex and everyone there is a scientist. Everyone looks aryan like Hitler's youth or something. All blond and beautiful and Nordic. I am in the lobby of this one building and everyone is gathered around this table in this lobby. The lobby is very modern 70's srtyle...with red industrial carpeting and molded furniture and high ceilings with balconies and stuff. Everyone is testing out this weird invention. It's one of those wax soda bottles...the little ones...that have that flavored gel in them. Remember those? This one, when opened, shoots out this fizzing orange stuff that seems to have dangerous effects on whatever it touches. Everyone is gathered around it (I remember everyone has sodas from a nearby vending machine) and someone finally rips the wax head off the little candy bottle. The orange fizz shoots out and all over this blond guy. He turns into orange fizz himself and then does a kind of flip and falls on the floor. Then he is normal again. Everyone claps and cheers.
    Then I see the same guy on the balcony of the building, outside. He has another one of the wax bottles and is with this old professor looking guy. It is nighttime and there is lots of lightening and thunder in the sky. They seem like they're about to do something.

3/23/01:

 Very creepy. I'm in the absolute middle of the ocean - in the middle of nowhere really. It's daytime and the sky is overcast. The water looks dark because of this. I've always had apprehension about the open sea like that - spill over from "Jaws" trauma I guess. I don't hate it, I just get a little jumpy - who knows what's down there that I can't see (or control - or breath) that's waiting to pull me under and slowly tear me to pieces? Anyway...I seem to be "hovering" a few feet over the surface of the ocean - very peaceful. Not touching the surface - nothing can get me right? Just sitting there in space a few yards above the swelling, undulating black sea - it's very nice. Suddenly on the right and left of me the water suddenly "rises" up in these two arches - impossibly, water doesn't behave that way. It's like the surface of the water is cloth and something under it is rising up to grab me, covered by the cloth/sea. The two sides rise up way above my head like they are going to grab me and I wake up.

3/24/01:

No dreams.

3/25/01:

    I come home from a late night out and I live in this giant warehouse space. A friend of mine is there and tells me that he just posted everything I just did on some website that has the name "Dreamscapes" or "Dream-a-post-a" or something like that. I look at the main page of the website and see this chat room where they are all talking about what I just did. I don't look at it or anything I just go to bed.

3/26/01:

    As Domeninc was leaving for work this morning I had this waking dream:
    Domenic is standing near my bed and as he walks through my room (which he does every morning), each time he walks through the room it's a "take" of the film we are shooting. I am to lay still as possible, asleep (which I kind of was) and he is to stand next to me and turn the light on and off. We do the "take" as many times as Domenic has to walk through the room. There is a director and crew, invisible somewhere in the room. At one point there are these "pools" of water on my head (hard to explain) and the "director" is telling Domenic to stare intensely at the pools of water on my head...that is his motivation. I'm just supposed to lay there the whole time. I distinctly remember hearing someone yell "Action!" and Domenic is standing there looking at me with his hand on the light switch.

3/27/01:

    I dreamed that I was "monitoring" my cam image. It had this neat feature where you could draw a square shape over any part of the image and then "alter" only what was in that square. Even make it do things that weren't really there. So I drew a square over this part of my image that had my legs (and someone else's too) on my bed. I enhanced the exposure on the legs. As soon as I did this I realized it was a girl's legs and I was in bed with a girl. I was able to look "through" my cam image and close in on the girl's face...in my room...through my cam image, which I was looking at on my computer screen which was sitting in the very room. I looked around and didn't see the bed or the girl or anything. This "live" cam image of MarkAllenCam was a totally false one...and one I could alter at will.
    Then I dreamed I was watching an alternate version of Paul Bartel's "Eating Raoul". In the scene I was watching Mary Worovov and Paul Bartel were cleaning up the bloody mess after they slaughtered Raoul at the end. Instead of their kitchen they were doing it on a steel fish scaling table. Mary was using a mop that had another mop attached to the end of it...so she was really far from the table like she didn't want to touch it. Paul was using something else to clean. They were talking about something during all this...some lines from the film I think.
    I also think I might have been abducted by aliens last night because my cam inexplicably cut off at 4:29AM last night, I woke up and was wide awake for about an hour, and I have "eye burn" like when you look at a welding flame for too long without goggles. Does this dream sound like an abduction dream?

3/28/01:

    I'm with some friends and we are on this barren. black landscape. There is thunder and lightening in the distance an a lot of wind blowing. We seem to be in some valley because I see distant mountains around us. It is nighttime. I don't know why we are there. We look over to our left and see this platform or stage. On it are these weird pale gray figures, human shape but all smoothed-over and feature-less and hair-less. They are crouched down and kind of moving around. They have these flashlights where their genitals should be. They look like those little light saber toys that light up. They keep detaching these flash light/genital things and shining them around. One member of our group suddenly transforms into one of these creatures and fly's through the air and onto the stage. He now looks just like them and has joined in on what they are doing. I get the feeling that I'm watching some kind of process or assembly=line thing. I get the feeling that I will be next.

3/29/01:

No dreams. Woke up with a SPLITTING headache.

3/30/01:

No dreams again...

3/31/01:

No dreams again...hmmm...

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