11/1/03:
Strange, long dream...
but I only remember bits and pieces of it. I think Gillian Anderson
was in parts of it. At one point there was this massive doctor's office
with plush carpet and running fountains and stuff... and all kinds of people
were there to see doctors. Gillian anderson was there with her daughter...
a girl of about 5 who looked like she had mixed ethnicity. There are lots
of different doctors that use this huge, restaurant/mall-like waiting area.
Gillian apparently
has been waiting a long time to see some special doctor. Apparently not
everyone gets a chance to see this doctor... and people just show up in
the hopes that the doctor will be "in the mood" to see a patient - which
is what he does... he only sees people when he feels like it and never
sets up an appointment because there are hoards of people waiting there
to see him 24 hours a day. Some people never get to see him. At one point
a nurse comes and calls Gillian's name and she runs over to this screening
area which is a nurse's desk where they ask you all kinds of questions.
The other people waiting for that doctor applaud for Gillian and Gillian
smiles. Gillian runs over, she has all these papers with her, and sits
down next to the nurse. Gillian has a computer in front of her just like
the nurse. They both start entering stuff into their computers simultaneously.
This is the preliminary procedure for seeing the special doctor.
Meanwhile... this whole
time, Gillian's daughter has been sitting with a group of adults in a circle
of chairs listening to a man speak - in another part of the room. Suddenly
I see other people look at Gillian's daughter and start to go "Oops!" and
"Uh-oh!" and I look over at the daughter and she is throwing up what looks
like little bits of Coca Cola onto a little spot on the carpet. I run over
and get Gillian myself. I shake her shoulder because it's hard to get Gillian's
attention away from the computer screen and I say "Gillian! Look... your
daughter!" and Gillian turns around and sees her daughter sitting in the
chair being sick and she says "Oh no!" and runs over to attend to her.
11/2/03:
There was some scenario where I was on what looked like 5th avenue, uptown, laying on the sidewalk with a group of people I don't know, right in front of a fancy glass door with some people I did not know. We're just laying there and people are walking right past us and cars are right out on the street. It is daytime, mild weather, and maybe a little cloudy. There was a girl there, laying on her back... and we were both talking about how as small children, we were not really "aware" of all the things around us. We only were concerned with things right in front of us, or that we were dealing with right then... and as small kids we didn't really have a "wide cognitive perception" of our surroundings. We talked about how we both visited NYC at that age and how ineffective the city's impact on us was at that age. We also talked about the day, when we were a little older, that we both "woke up" to our surroundings and started taking everything in at once. The girl's story involved her being handed a giant silver cup for some reason. There is also a white and orange cat hanging around the door. I keep thinking the cat wants to come into the glass door... it keeps rubbing up against it... but when I open the door it just stands there and stares at me.
11/3/03:
I'm living in some apartment
in NYC that is not my own. I also seem to be a woman in this dream. My
apartment also looks like a Japanese apartment... walls made of what looks
like white plastic and an interestingly economical use of space. I seem
to be on an upper floor... as there is a pair of glass doors that lead
out to a kind of upper courtyard thing that I share with other tenants
(that does not look out over the side of the building - just up into the
sunny blue sky). I seem to have just returned from a long trip. It is daytime,
and I am looking at this one barren room near the back of my apartment.
I see there is a built-in book shelf on the wall near the door. I decide
that this is where I need to put every book and magazine that I own...
because I am thinking of using this room as a guest room... and that way
when my guests are staying here they can read books and stuff if they have
insomnia.
Soon I notice a lot
of commotion going on outside in the terrace/courtyard thing. I go look
and see a photography crew setting up a bunch of equipment and some girls
lounging around wearing men's button-down shirts and panties and lots of
jewelry. The women are really styled and made up nice. There is one black
lady, one blond and one redhead. They are all beautiful and somehow I know
that this is a Penthouse magazine shoot. I'm kind of watching through the
glass and soon the blond girl, who is short and kind of pudgy comes and
knocks on my glass door. I open it and we start talking. She asks me if
she can "...wear some of my clothes please" because she "...hates the clothes
that the magazine gave her to wear." She speaks in a deep Texas-drawl.
I look down at her clothes and she has on this ivory colored silk western-styled
shirt with copper collar clips and jeweled pocket linings... with one of
those leather cord western necktie things that fastens at the collar with
some kind of medallion. And she has on ivory colored silk panties and lots
of blue turquoise jewelry. I tell her that yes she can look through my
closet and find whatever she likes. She smiles real big and says thanks.
She walks over to a wardrobe I have in the middle of my living room and
starts looking through it.
11/4/03:
No dreams.
11/5/03:
Tomorrow...
11/6/03:
I am standing in the middle of my living room drinking a cup of coffee. I am looking towards my window... and I see that it is cloudy outside, daytime. On the bottom half of the glass of the window... I see several cord plugs (electrical, phone line, cable cord, etc., plus several that I can't identify - about eight in all) just kind of plugged into the glass of the window. They are at a perfect perpendicular angle to the glass and seem to just support themselves against the glass... like they are somehow invisibly plugged into it. I just look at it like it's totally normal. I somehow know that the outside air through the glass an conduct electricity and binary information for these cords.
11/7/03:
Very strange dream:
I seem to be working
for this guy that seems to be a combination of an editor I once
knew, and a rich old couple who owned a gallery uptown (that I worked
at for a few years). In the dream, this guy owns a gallery in New York
City and he and his wife spend a lot of time in France. The times he is
in France is when I am hired to stay and watch the gallery. The New York
city in my dream doesn't seem old at all... but seems to be a complex combination
of modern office complexes and buildings and plazas and shopping centers
and parking garages. It looks like a pristine, wealthy new city. No old
buildings at all.
There also seems to
be this "thing" that the owner of the gallery has taught me while I was
working for him. He somehow taught me how to make myself invisible at night...
so I could wander around places undetected. The way I do this is a little
difficult, and involves a kind of incantation and some physical and mental
excercises. It all seems designed to make your mind and body connect to
a certain "mood" or "wavelength" that exists in the universe which allows
you to become invisible... and also maybe transport your body (or soul)
to another location in the universe... or even travel through time. It's
not an exact science... and even if you do the incantation right... it
might not always work, as it relies on lots of different as-yet-unknowable
variables that exist in the universe.
The "incantation" is
this: You have to be alone, indoors, inside some kind of structure. It
has to be nighttime (as it only works at night). You have to find some
area in the structure that is a long hallway... and this hallway has to
have a mirror at one end. You will begin the incantation at the end of
the hallway without the mirror... and walk towards the end with the mirror
as you practice the incantation (explained below). This length of the hall
can be kind of short, or very long... as it doesn't really matter because
this hallway with the mirror at the end will act as kind of a "runway"
for you to "take off" into the invisible/time/space-travel state once you
reach the mirror end... and even then... you will only "take off" if everything
happened correctly in the incantation (otherwise you'll just stop at the
mirror).
I seem to have attempted
this incantation several times... and accomplished it successfully a few
of the times. This particular evening... I am at the man's gallery (it's
closed - they are in France), and it is night time. The gallery is a long
series of rooms. The rooms are connected by open doorways... and each room...
as it goes the length of the gallery... goes up a few steps, like
split-level architecture. The inside of the gallery looks more like the
apartment of a wealthy, older person. The walls are very ornate... almost
rococo. There are mirrors and gilded gold edges all over everything...
chandeliers too. At the end of the gallery space... in the last room...
is a huge arrangement of mirrors. So, of course I am going to attempt to
transform myself into invisibility via the incantation. So I start the
series of mental exercises and vocalizations as I slowly walk from one
end of the gallery ...up to the mirrored end.
The incantation calls
for me to look at mirrored end and mentally arrange in my head that, even
though I will be walking forward, I am actually "going backwards". This
is very important... I must fool my brain into thinking my body is moving
backwards in space even though it is walking forward... and keeping my
conscious mind fooled like this is one of the hardest parts of the incantation.
If I do it right... as I walk along... I will see a strange, white tunnel
of kind-of light appear out of the air... and I will just kind of "glom"
onto this hallway and begin traveling through it. Once I am in the hallway...
I thin must sat out loud to myself "I am going backwards... I am going
backwards..." over and over. This vocalization will complete the spell...
and it should work correctly if I have reached that point. The tunnel will
act as a kind of loophole in time and space and I will either travel through
time, to another location, or become invisible. My goal this time is to
become invisible.
I do the incantation
and walk towards the end... everything goes correctly and I reach the light
tunnel. As I do... I imagine what I am going to do once I become invisible.
I already know. I am going to go to The Metropolitan Museum of Art and
walk all around it when it's closed. I'll go into all the storage spaces
that the public isn't allowed in... just wander around and look at everything.
This sounds really fun to me. As I am walking through the light tunnel
I suddenly realize that I will only be invisible... not have the ability
to walk though walls. How will I get through all the locked doors at the
closed museum? I keep walking along and thinking about this. Maybe I should
have transported myself to another location instead of making myself invisible!
But wait... then I will be visible... and locked inside whatever museum
location I end up in... this is no good. A security guard will spot me!
And I may not find a proper area (a hallway with a mirror at the end) to
do the incantation again to leave the closed, locked museum. Then I'll
be trapped until it opens or I am discovered... which will be bad. All
this is running through my head as I am walking through the light tunnel
and saying "I am going backwards..." over and over. I guess I decide to
just finish making myself invisible... and then just wander around the
city at night and maybe find something interesting to do.
But as I am walking
through the tunnel... I start to notice the edges of the foggy tunnel are
giving way... and I appear to be materializing in a small village in France.
It is daytime in the village. I seem to have transported myself to the
man's French villa vacation home by mistake! I know that the gallery owner
and his wife are there. Oops!
Well it all seems to
have resolved itself because suddenly there is a scenario shift. I am back
at the gallery and it is the next day I guess. I am working at the gallery...
answering the phone and stuff. The owner is there... having taken a flight
that morning that somehow reached NYC in an amazingly short amount of time.
It is daytime. I am in the first... most lowest room, at the desk. And
the owner is in the next room... higher up... sitting at his own desk.
The phone rings and some guy on the line first asks me if he can speak
to the gallery owner (which I tell him no), then he asks me for some information
about a party or photography exhibition reception that is going to happen
in France that very evening (in the village where the man's French vacation
home is). He is asking me if he can get on the guest list. He tells me
that the gallery owner does not know him... but if I could ask him if he
could come. He starts telling me all about himself... he works for blah
blah magazine and has had his photos published in blah blah book and is
a renowned photographer because of blah blah... I write all this down on
a little 3'x5' white card with blue ballpoint pen. I tell the man on the
phone that "...it shouldn't be a problem." I then put the man on hold and
walk up into the next room where the gallery owner is sitting at his desk.
He is eating crackers with salmon and cheese on them. I am aware that he
could overhear what I was saying on the phone to the man the whole time.
I start to explain to him that this man wants to go the the reception in
France this evening (which the gallery owner is apparently going to fly
right back to France for today). He has a mouthful of crackers as he says
angrily "No! No! Do not allow just anyone to call up and get themselves
invited! Tell him it's a private event!" He seems pretty pissed. So I go
back down to my desk and get on the phone and say to him "I'm sorry, the
owner of the gallery is not here at the moment and you can't speak to him...
I just realized that the event tonight is a private function and only a
few friends of the gallery owner and his wife are invited." I hear the
man cursing me out as I hang the phone up.
Then I go up and talk
to the gallery owner. I tell him about how in the gallery last night I
conducted the invisible/space/time incantation that he taught me... and
how it successful it was. I don't mention how I ended up at his French
village. He listens intently as I tell him about how I did it... and I
point to the mirrored room and say "...and I used that mirrored room as
the end of the runway!" He looks at me as I talk... in the same way a teacher
looks at one of his students. As I am talking... I look down at the mirrored
room and realize it is identical to one of my father's walk-in closets
that he had in one of the houses I grew up in. I can see my dad's shoes
and belts and ties and shirts and wallets and jewelry and everything...
in little wooden shelves and hangers amongst the mirrors. It doesn't just
look like it... it IS my father's closet back there.
Then a scenario shift:
I am in bed with the gallery owner, in the lowest room of the gallery.
There is a bed there for some reason. There is a TV next to us. We are
nude under the covers and kind of cuddling. He has the TV remote in his
hand. We are hugging and I start to feel what feels like a third hand on
my back. Is someone behind me? I turn around and yell "What's that!?" and
we both look behind me and realize it was just the covers and it felt like
a hand. We both laugh at this.
11/8/03:
I'm with Herbert
and
we are in some suburban setting that reminds me of (is?) Plano, Texas.
We are walking around the inside of a store that is on the second floor
of an outdoor shopping center. It is sunny outside and Wintertime. The
store we are in is the upper floor of a McDonald's. We are in a long, white
hallway that has several doors that open into little white rooms on the
upper floor of the McDonald's. These little white rooms are VIP rooms for
private parties at McDonald's - if anyone would want to do that. The rooms
are very small and look like little doctor's offices - all white with formica
counters and cabinets and overhead fluorescent lighting. Herbert and I
are looking for a party that is being held in one of these rooms. We finally
find the room. We go in and it's full of people (about eight people) and
everyone is standing under the harsh fluorescent light... no one is saying
anything and it's very awkward.
Suddenly... a weird
scenario shift: I am still at the same party... but now we have been transformed
from the weird VIP McDonald's room to the inside of a white compact car
(a Toyota?) that is parked in the residential area of the suburb (still
very Plano-looking... or is). Everyone is still sitting in the seats in
the same positions that they were standing in the little McDonald's room.
It's very crowded. The car is off. The sun is shining through the windows
and the wind is howling outside... still very, very sunny - totally blue
sky - but pretty cold. No one is saying anything, it's still awkward. I
guess the party is inside the car now. Suddenly someone spies Anna Wintour
walking by the car. Everyone inside the car applauds as she walks right
past the car and down the street. As she walks by... Rupert Murdoch
appears to be following behind her. They are walking along in the sun and
the wind is blowing their clothes, Anna is holding her hair... everyone
in the car just applauds and applauds as they walk by.
11/9/03:
No dreams.
11/10/03:
Briefly remember something about an old woman, fat, with a kind of giant, Louis XIV-ish, powdered wig on... and heavy theatrical make-up. In fact she may have been a man in Louis XIV traditional garb. She/he was presiding over some people (one of which may have been me) in what looked like an outdoor English-style garden. I think she/he may have had a gold, old-fashioned telephone in her hand... or maybe they were opera spectacles.
11/11/03:
No dreams.
11/12/03:
I was observing the
following scenario: There's some guy in a high-rise apartment. He is a
writer. He has a view, from his high-rise (somehow), of two different rooms
in a karaoke bar/club down on the ground level. One karaoke room in this
club has a stage that is very big and very expensive and professional looking.
The room is very formally set up and the patrons in this room look very
well-dressed and polite. Everyone is drinking expensive cocktails, brought
to their candel-lit tables by cocktail waitresses. If anyone wants to get
on stage and sing karaoke in this room... they are introduced by an M.C.
in a tuxedo... and they get up in front of everyone and sing while a teleprompter
with all the song's lyrics scrolls in front of them. There is even a video
projection that plays behind the person as they sing... with images that
correspond to the particular song. There is also some kind of weird, old-fashioned
computer-like machine to the right of the stage wall... with blinking lights
and wires sticking out of it. It seems to be on and in a constant state
of processing information.
In the other room of
the karaoke bar/club... on the other side of the club (seperated by a long
hallway) is the the exact opposite kind of set up and atmosphere. It's
still a bar with a karaoke stage and everything... but this room is more
of a dive, hole-in-the-wall, punk, kind-of set-up. There is a simple wooden
stage in the corner with a single red light on it. The karaoke machine
is this mechanical, jukebox-looking thing next to the stage that you have
to put a dollar in and pick the song you want. The microphone is really
cheap and barely works. The bar is filled with smoke and all they serve
is beer. The patrons are in jeans and a couple of them look kind of rough.
A good mix of freaks and riff-raff and normals. The atmosphere is wild
and totally over the top. People are laughing and screaming and getting
on the wooden stage one by one and singing at top drunken volume into the
overloaded microphone while everyone cheers them on... beer bottles get
thrown and smashed... it's a total party.
Also... in the second,
rougher room... is a giant pig nose on the left side of the stage wall.
It's just hanging on the wall there like some kind of weird art sculpture.
It has smoke coming out of it's nostrils and maybe some slime. It actually
looks pretty real. No one seems to question this giant pig nose in the
rough karaoke bar... they just keep partying out of control. This giant
pig nose keeps loudly "sniffing" and picking up information from the second
room... then feeding this information (through the wall) to the computer
machine that is on stage in the other, more formal karaoke room.
This computer is supposedly picking up information from the room it is
in... but in actuality... it is using the pig nose in the second room to
secretly pick up the vibes from that room... then using that information
as it's own.
The writer up in the
high rise apartment is being made to write an article for a newspaper about
the first karaoke room. He is being told to get all his information from
the computer in the first karaoke room (which he can read somehow). He
is unaware that this information is actually coming from the second karaoke
room, via the pig nose. He starts to write an article about how "fun" and
"wild" and "out of control" the party in the first karaoke room is. This
article will be published in a major newspaper.
There is also a young
man, about 18 years old, entering the karaoke club. He is with a female
date. He is paying the cover charge and being asked by the doorman which
karaoke room he and his date would like to enter. He somehow knows about
the pig nose computer information scandal and he is paused, rubbing his
chin with his hand pensively, and trying to decide what the right thing
to do is.
11/13/03:
I am in some house hat
is an exact replica of one I lived in briefly as a kid in Pennsylvania.
Even the neighborhood is the same. I seem to be in NYC though... even though
I am actally at a neighborhood in Pennsylvania. I live in the house with
a bunch of people, artists and such. There is one point where we are all
trying to catch this mechanical toy ladybug that's hoping around on the
floor. There's another part where there may be a mad killer on the loose
in the house and we are all trying to get away from him.
Soon I am over at the
house next door (which looks exactly like the one that was there). One
of the artists friends lives there (a girl)... but there is also a woman
that lives there, an older woman with long straight blond hair. This female
artist friend takes care of the house while the older woman is away...
which is often. I am over there with her and suddenly my old friend Blaine
shows up. It appears that he had moved away from NYC for a few years but
is now back. He knows the girl that takes care of this woman's house and
they start talking a lot. Blaine says hi to m and I kind of sit there and
watch the two of them have a conversation. I am thinking about how cute
Blaine looks (we dated for a while) and thinking about my past and some
of the horrible people I had relationships with. Blaine seems to now be
dating this girl artist friend.
Later it is night time
and the three of us are in the woman's house. There appears to be, yet
again, a killer loose in the house and we are all trying to escape. There
is some thing where we are climbing on ceiling beams and rafters in the
house... secretly. I think the long-haired blond older woman may have been
with us. She was wearing knee-high black leather boots.
11/14/03:
Hmmmmm... I seem
to have gotten mixed up on my dates and am a day ahead on the number. I'll
just do two 14th's:
I am in some large
mansion-type house. It is a new house. There is a kind of wide spiral staircase
in the foyer... and a banister that overlooks the ground level and front
door from where the stairs lead up to. It is nighttime and there is a huge
party going on. There are crowds of people all talking and laughing...
music is playing. There is a kind of hanging light fixture hanging down
from the ceiling. I keep getting onto the light fixture and swinging down
or dipping down into the crowd. If I'm not there, I'm up on the second
landing... peering down or talking down to people through the wooden banister
bars.
11/14/03:
I am in the old house
I grew up in at Big Lake Park in Plano, Texas. It is nighttime. The time
is the present... and I am back living in the house (alone?) for some reason.
The inside of the house is quite different... but still the same house.
I have received a phone call from two F.B.I./military/police types who
want to come spend the night at my house for some kind of investigation
they are conducting. I tell them that they can come over.
After I hang up the
phone I go to the computer and log onto a gay sex hook-up service. I browse
through all the guys in my area and chat with a few. I arrange for some
big muscle-y guy with a handlebar mustache to come over to my house. Soon...
the F.B.I./police people ring my front door. One is a woman with long,
bush-y red hair and the other one is a man. And the man is the same man
I arranged to come over to have sex! It's the same one! I tell the guy
this and he says something like "Yes! I thought that was a pretty wild
coincidence too!" I think it's a very strange coincidence indeed but think
nothing of it.
The police people tell
me that they need to spend the night in a particular bedroom on the left
side of the house while they work all night on the case. I lead them into
the bedroom (which didn't exist in the original house). On the walls of
the room... in several places, are these little intercom things that have
blinking lights. They start unpacking all their gear... computers, headphones,
bullet-proof vests, radar listening devices and stuff. As I look around
I realize that this room is identical to the study in another old childhood
friend's Plano house. I leave the two cops to do their thing and turn to
walk out of the room. The cop with the handlebar mustache grabs my arm
and looks at me and says "...and later! You and I? Right?" I tell him yes.
He is a lot taller than me and I think right then that he looks like a
gay Colt model.
Soon some time has
passed and both cops come out of the room and into the kitchen. They tell
me they need to sleep. The female cop says she will sleep in the room they
were in... the male cop tells me he will sleep in the room on the other
side of the house, on the first floor (which was my bedroom in the original
house). The male cop is wearing this pair of loud-color print Speedo undies
and an open bathrobe. He walks through the house to the bedroom and goes
to sleep in my room. The female cop goes to her room.
Soon the front doorbell
rings. I run to the door and see, in a shadow from the front porch light
casting onto the frosted glass on the two front doors... the silhouettes
of three young high school girls. They have 80's-style hair and jewelry
and clothes (I can tell from the shadows somehow). I open the door and
indeed the shadows were correct. Three high school girls, two white and
one black, in full 80's clothes, hair, jewelry and make-up. They are laughing
and seem really worked up about something. They are pointing over to the
right side of the house and saying "Uh... yes. sir. We were walking along
the sidewalk along that side of your house over there... and we saw through
the blinds in that window over there some weird sex stuff going on in that
room! And... uh, well we decided we should go check it out! Can we do that!?"
The room they are talking about is where the handlebar mustache cop/internet
sex date guy is sleeping (which was my room in the original house).
I tell them yes...
and they go charging through the house over to the bedroom. They are going
through every room, taking the long route and excitedly laughing and pointing
everything in the house out to each other. They keep stopping and showing
things to each other... screaming and laughing each other's names... going
"Oh c'mere! Look at this clear flower vase with white orchids and marbles
in the bottom!" and "Look at this white couch!" and "Oh my god look this
refrigerator has an automatic ice dispenser!" It becomes clear that they
just wanted to come in to look at the house. Soon the handlebar mustache
cop/internet sex date guy walks sleep-ily out of my bedroom in his Speedo
and open bathrobe and says "What's all this disturbing noise?"
11/15/03:
I seem to be back in
the same location as last night's dream... my old neighborhood in Big Lake
Park in Plano, Texas. It is daytime and cloudy outside. I am with two girls
with long, straight, brown hair. I have met these two girls while strolling
along the concrete walkway that winds through Big Lake Park. I don't know
the girls - but I know they have lived their whole lives in Plano, Texas.
The surroundings I am in are familiar but do not look like anything I recognize
exactly from my past. For some reason... I seem to be trying to get back
"home" ...not my old house in Big Lake Park like I have dreamed about so
many times... but this time "home" seems to represent a kind of vague idea
of New York City.
As me and the two girls
travel through the winding, lush, green park... things get more and more
complicated. Instead of a concrete walkway... there seems to be these series
of giant concrete disks that plant themselves halfway into the ground (perpendicular
to the ground - like shoving a penny halfway into sand) right out of thin
air and form a path. These disks are about half a foot thick and about
four feet wide. They are made of gray concrete but some of them seem to
be made of smoky white glass. They just seem to magically appear in front
of us... planting themselves in the ground out of the air... and form a
path that we must follow. We can't touch the grass and have to hop from
disc to disc once it is planted into the ground. All the discs lined up
in the ground look like a stack of dominoes ready to be knocked over. It
proves to be rather tricky... almost like we are characters in a videogame.
We walk along as each of the discs fall out of the air and lands in place...
we start going faster and faster as the discs start to appear into place
faster and faster... we really get a momentum going.
Soon we are all three
just humming along through Plano via the magical discs... hopping on each
one at a very fast speed... and we reach a slight grassy hill-y incline
area. The discs keep appearing and we just follow the incline down to the
bottom. We go through an area between two giant boulders and keep going
down, the appearing discs form a path. Soon, we reach what looks like this
giant courtyard in the ground. It's kind of the size of an empty warehouse...
yet set into the ground like a giant basement with no building on top of
it. There is kind of a roof, sort of, we are peering into it through a
big opening in the top. The walls of the room are made of bits of the same
smoky white glass that some of the discs were made of - all bunched together
erratically. We are just looking down into the large, weird room. We are
sitting on the grass and the need for the magic discs seems to have passed.
One of the girls I am with points to what looks like a little opening way
at the bottom of the room... a little black rectangle that leads to somewhere
dark. It is open... but seems obstructed by a few layers of very thin white
glass. She tells me that this is the route we need to take... through that
opening... to continue our journey.
I climb down into the
room while the two girls wait up at the top. As I go down into the room...
I realize that it is actually an old courtyard to an old apartment complex...
and the panes of glass are actually people's windows (several stories of
apartments). The courtyard is totally run down... in ruins even. I walk
over to the rectangular opening and start bashing through the thin layers
of glass obstructing it with my shoe (I seem to have black combat boots
on). It makes a lot of noise as I do this... which echoes through the whole
chamber. I keep smashing and smashing and trying to make a path through
the opening for us. Soon... a woman opens her apartment window on the third
level of the courtyard and pops her head out. She has a bathrobe on, and
gray and blond hair, and looks old. She shouts "Hey! Hey sop making all
that noise! Hey you! Look at me! Stop making all that noise people are
trying to sleep here!" and I just ignore her and keep smashing more and
more glass around the opening with my boot. She keeps yelling at me to
stop and to pay attention to her. I look up at her and I see the girls
way up above her... on the grass at the lip of the opening to the underground
courtyard. They are just watching me. I turn around and continue to smash
glass with my boot and as I do I start yelling "Shut up! Shut up! Shut
up you stupid single mom bitch! You are just a stupid single mom! Shut
up you stupid bitch! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!" and I keep smashing and smashing
and shouting and shouting and I really seem to be getting some rage out.
Then, suddenly... I
stop and look behind me. All is quiet and I see that the woman who was
at her window is gone. Also, the two girls are gone. I look around and
don't see a soul. A spooky, gentle breeze blows through the underground
courtyard (cool - from the overcast sky) and rattles some dead leaves and
shards of broken glass. I realize I am totally alone. Were the two girls
traveling with me and the woman at her window even there at all? Did they
even exist in the first place?
11/16/03:
I am looking at a farm setting (it almost looks like a cartoon). I see this row of vegetables place themselves in a curved row in the dirt... kind of dotting a line by appearing out of thin air and placing themselves halfway in the ground (just like the concrete discs from yesterday's dream). They each are a different vegetable but are all the same size and shape somehow. Each one of their colors is pale and faded... or darkened. Soon I hear this kind of dream "voice-over" that is talking to me and says "This is your mind!" I just kind of look at the scene and contemplate whether to inform the voice-over guy that those are vegetables, not my brain. As I do... I see that some of the vegetables start to get enveloped by what looks like black paint being poured over their surface (you don't see the stream of paint, just the paint slowly oozing over the vegetable from top to bottom).
11/17/03:
No dreams.
11/18/03:
I remember some brief scenario in I think an IHOP restaurant. I was having a business meeting/pancake breakfast with a group of guys. We all had briefcases open around the table with papers strewn about. I said something that surprised the guy that seemed to be in charge... and he looked at me really quickly and with surprise. That's all I remember.
11/19/03:
I am walking into a
weird kind of computer-simulated environment that represents a junior high
school I went to as a kid in Plano, Texas. I kind of "know" that what I
am walking into is some kind of virtual reality environment... even though
it looks incredibly real... but sometimes I also get the sense that the
school is the actual school itself, and not an artificial environment at
all. The sensation keeps switching back and forth.
I am walking up to
the front of the school. School just let out an hour or so ago... so the
students are mostly gone but the faculty is still around. It is sunny
and windy outside. I walk inside the front doors and quickly look around
to see what has changed. I know that I am seeing the school as it is now...
years later. Nothing much has changed. I walk around and soon start to
wonder if any security or anything is going to stop me... just some guy
wandering into a school and walking around. I pass a group of teachers
and I breeze past my old art teacher Ms. Bunn. I can't believe she's
still working here! I decide not to say hello to her. I start to wonder
if I will run into Ms. Maloney (even though she was at a different
school). I just keep wandering around and soon I run into some blond girl
with a strange looking face. We both stop and look at each other... and
seem to recognize each other. We talk and keep trying to figure out where
we know each other from.
Then suddenly I am
looking at a computer screen that is suddenly to my left. I am trying to
load some pictures of something I have loaded on Google. I get one of those
"bomb" symbol things which symbolizes that the computer has frozen and
crashed. Except the bomb symbol in my dream is kind of colorful and animated.
I reboot it manually and hope that it is not broken.
11/20/03:
I'm living in some urban
area that I do not recognize. My "routine" in the dream is to ride my bike
to and from a location (work?) everyday. I ride along a busy business street
that has a lot of intersections and businesses and stuff. The sun is always
shining brightly on the street. Sometimes when I ride along I see some
weird guy in one of the alleyways and along the street. He is very skinny
and looks kind of young and gay. He also appears to possibly be homeless.
I only see him from afar. Day in day out he's always there. And he always
watches me as I pass by.
The weird thing is,
he seems to be paralyzed from the waist down, yet he doesn't have a wheelchair
or crutches. He seems to have a series of things with wheels on them (a
skateboard, one of those wheel-around I.V. drip things with some kind of
board attached to it, an old office chair with wheels, etc...) that he
uses to get from wherever he sleeps at night (down one end of an alley
that runs perpendicular to the street) to the edge of the street and then
to somewhere across the street to the other side of where the alley opens
onto the street. The area he stays in during the day is this place that
looks like a gutted-out store front... with lots of plywood nailed around
and plastic sheeting. When he gets to the alley entrance and them makes
his way across the street to the gutted-out store area... he uses one of
those flat wood crates you see at loading docks... the crate has wheels
attached on the bottom... and he kind of shuffles off his skateboard or
office chair or whatever and gets onto the crate and lies on it like a
bed... then rolls across the street with a piece of plastic sheeting over
him. Then he stays like that at the gutted out store all day.
One day as I'm passing
on my bike I hear someone call my name. A voice says "Mark!" I look over
and I see it's that weird homeless guy. He is trying to crawl off his skateboard
onto his flat crate thing and get across the street. He's looking at me
to see if I react to his calling my name. I walk over to him and stand
next to him. He starts talking to me kind of in the same way that a homeless
person will mix real conversation with the occasional gibberish. He just
keeps talking and talking as he gets on his crate with wheels and then
starts to roll across the street to his spot. I walk along and listen and
help block traffic (which he seems oblivious to) as he crosses. He just
wheels across the street, blabbing away.
When we get to his
spot he stops and is just laying there talking. He starts to ask me about
things I have going on in my life... stuff he's read about on my web page
and stuff. He's very complimentary and nice. Very much a character. As
I watch him talk, laying in his bed crate thing with a plastic sheet over
him like a bed sheet, I notice that he's very, very sick. He looks like
he's in the advanced stages of AIDS. I see a really bad pattern of cracks
and sores on one side of his face... like decay. He's very young and looks
like he used to be very good looking. He's very funny and comical and has
lots of personality despite his horrible life. This is where he lives and
what his life is like. This is what he does every day. He seems to be very
excited to have some company but doesn't let it show. I feel a great amount
of empathy for him. I decide that I will visit him every day to and from
my way to work, and help him if I can. I sense that he will probably be
dead soon.
11/21/03:
All I remember is being in some house that looked like it was maybe a nice trailer home. I think I was in Tennessee. I was in the living room with two people. The TV was on. It was daytime outside and sunny. There was someone that looked like my friend Tony in the room. He was drinking water from a plastic gallon jug. There was someone else sitting next to me on the couch and Tony kept chugging from the gallon jug and was saying to us "They say if you want to loose weight you should drink lots of water. You should drink a big glass of water before each meal. One during the meal. And also one after."
11/22/03:
No dreams.
11/23/03:
I'm in some kind of massive toy store. There are holes in the floors of each level with brass poles you can slide down on (like in a fire house). I am following some store manager around. We slide down a pole together to one level. He is young and skinny and has on a striped button-down shirt and tie and I think suspenders. His formal wear looks very 80's via GQ magazine. He keeps arranging things on the shelves and I keep seeing the profile of his face. At one point he looks at me. when he looks right at me his head kind of grows in perspective and he seems to become very powerful and God-like.
11/24/03:
All I remember is watching a woman in a purple and yellow, 1920's-style "flapper" hat (and outfit) drinking very daintily and properly from a cup and saucer. The hand she was using to hold the cup with was gargantuan and deformed. The skin on the hand was white and soft... but the hand was mishapen-ly huge, and the fingers like tree branches. The rest of her was normal looking. She just kept sipping her tea as if she was not unusual.
11/25/03:
No dreams.
11/26/03:
I dreamed my parents
and me were in some unknown room. It was night outside and stormy. My dad
was yelling at me. He was pointing to my massage table and screaming that
it was improperly built and could fall apart. My mother was agreeing. I
started screaming back at my father that it was fine. This enraged him
and he started yelling louder. He then walked over to the table and smashed
one of the legs with something he had in his hand. Then he pounded on the
top of it with a sledgehammer repeatedly until it started to give. It took
a long time. Then, finally, it collapsed. Then he looked at me and angrily
said "See!?" and my mom concurs "Yea... see?"
Then a total scenario
change. I am in some remote, sea-side resort-like town. I may be in England.
It is always overcast and cool and rainy and windy. Daytime. I seem to
be attending school at some college in the town. I live in a dorm that
is a very old building. On the ground floor that have community bathrooms,
which are large, very long rooms that have rows of toilet stalls and showers
and sinks in an adjoining room. There are always people in the bathrooms.
The walls of that room are made of old concrete... gray. I spend a lot
of time in the bathroom for some reason. Whenever I enter the bathroom,
it's hard to tell if I am in the boys or the girls bathroom. At one point,
I am looking around at the bathroom and I see there is a door way at the
back of the room that I know leads to a private little bathroom with it's
own toilet and sink and everything. I walk down to the door and enter it
and lock it behind me. Ahhh! Some privacy! I look and see that the walls
of this room are wooden... like stained wood paneling, very nice. There
is an old, frosted glass window up and to the left of the toilet. I also
see there is a large wooden dresser placed in the center of the room...
it is blocking my access to the toilet. I know for some reason that the
dorm janitor placed it here because he thought no one would use this room
(perhaps no one is supposed to?) I start to try and lift the dresser out
of the way, it is very hard. I notice the dresser is made of the same wood
as the walls.
Then I seem to kind
of magically "enter" the dresser and it transports me to some sea-side
area outside that has cliffs and then long stretches of flat, concrete,
man-made things that look like parking lots. There are natural cave tunnels
that lead from one flat concrete area to another... all dotted along the
shore line. It is cold and windy and overcast and the wind is causing the
waves to violently crash on the cliffs and splash onto the flat areas.
I'm just walking along, looking at everything. Other people are walking
along the area too. I know I am in England... or somewhere far away from
home... or maybe even far from the bathroom I was just in. I keep walking
along, then I decide to change directions and turn around and go the way
I was coming.
Suddenly... a scenario
shift. Whole days seem to am now at some movie set. I think I am in Los
Angeles. It's always sunny and daytime. I am working on a film... doing
script work or something. I spend my days in a large trailer working on
stuff, while the actors and crew work on set. I have a woman there that
woks with me. Actor Wallace Langham is in the film. I find this
exciting because I am such a fan. Every day, sometime a few times a day,
Wallace has to walk through my trailer and he always says hello. Every
day I start bringing really interesting books or magazines or things to
read... or maybe strange films to watch on the VCR... I bring these things
just so when Wallace walks by and says hello and asks me what I'm doing
I can say "Oh I'm reading this book on..." and it will make me seem like
a really fascinating, interesting person. This happens a couple of times
and Wallace is very nice and feigns interest most of the time. I feel kind
of humiliated for trying so hard to impress someone... plus I am aware
that Wallace is aware that I'm doing this. Wallace always just talks to
me like "Oh! Interesting! And what is that about?" in a kind of fake, polite
way... then he leaves. He's being really cool about it and I feel ridiculous.
Then a scenario shit...
I'm back at the sea-side cliff area... continuing to walk back in the direction
I came from. As I walk along... my surroundings totally change and I realize
that I am now walking through Big Lake Park in Plano, Texas. I am walking
in the direction of my old house. I keep passing along the concrete path...
along the green grass. I also keep walking between areas that will have
two large boulder rocks on either side of the path... like a natural "gate".
There rock formations are similar to the ones in part of my 11/15/03 dream
(not the disc ones, but the ones me and the girls pass between near the
end).
Then, suddenly... I
am back in the bathroom. I kind of "walk" out of the dresser and exit the
private bathroom. The bathroom is kind of crowded with guys in prom tuxedoes
and girls in formal dresses. I see a lot of girls. I walk along and I keep
overhearing conversations about people trying to figure out if they are
in the boys or girls bathroom or not. No one can tell. I hear this one
girl in a loud, long yellow dress yell really loud "Oh my god, we're in
the girl's bathroom!" as she grabs her boyfriend's hand and starts to run
out. I make it out of the bathroom and into the large dorm hall.
11/27/03:
No dreams.
11/28/03:
I'm living in some unknown
town with Jim. It is Wintertime (not too cold) and sunny). We live
in this strange house that seems to be an old, small home... but that also
has had ramshackle "additions" added to it over the years. Parts of the
home have extended rooms made of plywood scraps and plastic sheeting. Some
of extra the rooms have dirt floors. Many of the homes in this area are
like this. I also know that Gregory, and Amy live in homes
nearby. Jim and I seem to be in the process of moving from one of these
homes to another. We also have a really old, crappy car that we use to
get around town with. We seem really happy about our new life together.
There seems to be an area of town that has a huge meeting center, like
an arena, or mall or giant library.
One night Jim and I
are walking around... I think going to the arena (there seems to be an
event going on that a lot of people are going to), and I become aware that
my entire family, extended and immediate, are coming to visit me. Jim and
I are walking through the giant parking lot of the arena and I keep checking
my cell phone (which has a little computer screen on it) to communicate
with my dad who is en route with my whole family, trying to find me. As
I am looking at the image on the phone, I have two small "visions": One
is of me inside what looks like the massive ruins of a very old Spanish
church... somewhere in Spain (Barcelona?) It is very sunny outside, Summer,
and the bright sunlight is throwing beams into the inside through the holes
in the walls that used to be windows. Everything is in golden and sepia-toned
light, and warm. I am at one end of the massive room attending to something...
and some woman with with reddish brown hair that has been permed is with
me. I think she is helping me. I never see her face. The second "vision"
is on me in the ramshackle house from earlier in the dream. I am in a closet
of the house, with the door open, and I am fiddling with some plastic toy.
Jim and Amy are right outside the closet laughing really hard, and are
making me crack up.
Then suddenly, we are
in another area of the parking lot and I see my family walking towards
me. My dad is leading them, he looks old. Even grandparents
that are dead are with the group. They walk over and my dad seems hurried
and unhappy but greeting me out of a sense of duty. My whole family is
looking around the parking lot like everything looks really alien. My brother
suddenly runs over to me and pulls out a 100 dollar bill, which I know
he got from my dad, and tries to place it in my hand. My mom lights
up when he tries to do this, and looks to see what my reaction will be.
I yell at him to put the money away and stop it. He gets really angry and
runs over to my mother, who consoles him. My dad comes over to me and starts
making small talk. I introduce Jim to everyone. Jim shakes all their hands.
Jim then tells me that he's going to take the car and go run to the house
and he'll meet up with all of us later. He runs off.
I then see Jim, way
off in the distance, in the little car, driving over little hills into
a beautiful sunset. I somehow know that I am never going to see Jim again,
for some strange reason having to do with him meeting my family. It's a
horrible feeling. I look over at my family. They have really uncomfortable
looks on their faces, and they're all standing there wondering what I'm
going to show them in the town I live in. I feel awful. Behind them, there
are junebugs buzzing around all the lights in the empty parking lot.
11/29/03:
Tomorrow...
11/30/03:
I'm living in a weird,
altered version of my apartment. Domenic lives there with me. It
is out apartment in NYC - but it seems to also be a white house in the
middle of the country somewhere. It is daytime. I am trying to clean up
the apartment because I have a massage client coming over at 4pm. I know
that that client is my friend Michael Cavadias, for some reason.
I tell Domenic that he has to leave because I have a client coming over.
I see that in his room, Domenic is printing out papers from his computer
on his printer. He has the printer on one side of the room... and the computer
on the other. Every time he has to go from the printer to the computer,
he gets inside this little orange truck... like a mini-one seater kind
of vehicle for getting around ground maintenance jobs. I know he rented
it just for this purpose. He then drives all the way over to the room with
to his computer, then commands a new print, then returns with a new stack
of paper for the printer. Whenever he does this I see that the perspective
in his room is enormous. Like a great distance across. But whenever he
is not in the truck, I see it is just a normal room. As he is out of the
printer and is shuffling papers and looking at me, he says "I didn't know
you would need me to leave for 4pm today. Let me hurry and finish."
Then he gets back in
his truck and drives to the computer and the perspective changes. When
it does, I see the room has now transformed to a lush, outdoor setting
- with rolling green hills and trees and a giant pond with geese. Then
as I look at it I see that it is actually identical (or really is) the
grounds of the company that my father used to work at when I was a kid
in Texas... and that I remember seeing whenever we would visit his office
or go swimming in the company's pool. I see Domenic way off in his truck
at his computer. Except now he is out of the truck, wearing green overalls,
and is tending to the grounds. His room has totally transformed to this
location... and I realize that my view of the grounds, as I'm standing
there in the doorway to his room, is the exact, 5th story view that my
father used to have of the grounds from his corner office in the main building.