; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Friggin' Duck Stuff

Somewhere toward the beginning of the dream I was downtown and my friend Chris, who I haven't seen in years as he's been in prison, was living in a storefront on J Street. He had the tiny little storefront space all to himself and passers by could look in and see the messy living space he'd made of it. I was visiting with him and I noticed an empty beer bottle and worried about him staying sober, which he needs to do stay out of prison.

The dreams skips foward and I'm with Bryna, at a camp somewhere and we go to the lake. I'm on some rocks and Bryna comes up out of the water all wet and gorgeous and I'm sure some serious outdoor making out time is coming when I hear kids. The SUVs all pull up, mirroring each others movement in a surreal way. A family gets out of the first SUV including at least two set of twins. The kids a hodgepodge of ethnicities, the parents are as white as they come. Two of the kids are fighting and a couple of punches are thrown. This really bothers me. Bad memories of childhood, my brothers and I punching each other.

The kids are on the rocks then and they have a falcon on a lead. The bird is able to float like he's soaring even as he is held still by the two foot long lead. Bryna and I talk with the parents and now their pet duck is there two. The damn duck starts humping my hand. It manages to lock my hand up good between it's two feet and it's bill. I finally get my hand free. We continue talking to the parents only now we're in a living room somewhere. The duck gets my hand again and I'm ready to punch it when it goes off. It goos all over my hand. Disgusting. I swipe at it's head and the I go to the bathroom to wash off the duck goo, trying not to puke.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Bad Coffee and more

I'm having troubles with my stomach, as I am prone to. The other night I dreamt I was drinking a big cup of cold nast gas station coffee and I woke up regretting it. My stomach felt awful. When I realized it was a dream I felt slightly better.

Last night I dreamt I was at work but work was set up like school with desks arranged in a row. I was one of the minions but I was given some responsibility causing a bit of a riff between me and the other minions. I reported one of them and then I was branded a nark.
I had to go into the bosses office to help an old lady who may or may not have been the boss, use a computer.

I think this dream has to do with a)spending three days at "Skate Camp" with my nephew and observing the kids interacting, reminding me of school. b) I've been helping my boss learn to use some new software.

Monday, February 06, 2006

White Macrame Bodysuit

Dreamt I was hanging out with my girlfriend and her sister, who I did actually hang out with last night. In the dream I asked her about this new guy she was with and while I expressed how much I liked the guy she was seeing before I told her I wanted her to choose whoever would treat her best. Next door there was a party being thrown by my girlfriend's mom's new husband and the girls were taking turns coming to our place to complain about him. Don't know why, but everytime I dream lately some family members live next door to us.
My girlfriend was putting on this ridiculous body suit that was like white macrame or something and it had a big square cut out over the belly. It was like something Cher would where to a party on an aircraft carrier. Yup.
There's another part to this dream that's escaping now but I know there was a slow not very scary zombie.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Fighting and Rush

I dreamt I was fighting with Bryna. It was over something stupid. A snotty remark or misunderstood comment or something.
We were in the kitchen and I was thinking I could just say "Look, I don't want to fight. I'm sorry we're missing each other. Let's figure it out later and in the meanwhile, I love you and want to get along."
But I didn't say it, and neither did she and she left angry to go to work or something. I went out to run an errand. I was driving an SUV for some reason. I need some food, so I decided to go to Safeway but I made a wrong turn somewhere and I ended up on this little dirt road. The sun set, or it was suddenly night, and the road was so narrow that only one car could fit down it. Another car was behind me and I was getting nervous about where I was heading but Tom Sawyer by Rush came on the radio. Not having heard the song in ages I was stoked, but it sounded funny. I think I woke up because Tom Sawyer didn't sound right.
I was relieved to be awake, and to NOT be fighting with Bryna. I put my arms around her and went back to sleep.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Three Dreams

I took a nap. I dreamt that I got up from the nap and was in the kitchen. I heard my girlfriend talking and I thought she was talking to someone else. Then I realized she was telling me to check my bike as she saw someone heading up the street with a bike tire. I looked outside and my bike's front tire and seat were gone. I ran outside and then in the direction that she told me the guy was headed. My ribs were still wrapped up, as they had been a few days ago when I hurt myself on my skateboard, and I was not entirely awake. I went running to catch the guy but I was out of breath and dizzy and couldn't seem to wake up all the way. It was bright out in a way that only happens in the summer. I woke up from my nap.

Last night I had a convuluted dream. I only remember pieces of it. I wanted to get off but couldn't find the partner or the privacy to do so. I was at someone's door when I remembered that I had killed someone. I tried not to think about it. I wanted it out of my memory but I couldn't stop thinking about it once I started. I had clubbed someone, they had it coming but I knew I'd be in trouble so I hid the body. Now I would live forever waiting for that body to be found and for me to be caught.

The night before I dreamt I was in one of the lower theaters at The Crest ( a cool sacramento theatre.) My whole family was with me, and my little brother James tried to hand me this giant, flat, one legged bug durring the movie. I noisily resisted and we were shushed. After the movie James was pissed that I didn't take the bug. I tried to explain that you can't just hand someone a big freaky bug in a dark theater. I too the bug then, and let it crawl around on my shirt. I had one leg that came from the middle of it's chest and went right, and then bent back to the left with a big flat squeegie like forearm that it used to pull it self around. I dropped some seeweed on my shirt and the bug stopped to eat it. I think I woke up soon after that.