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.
- Name: KLJ
- Location: Sacramento, California, United States
Sea Monkey devotee since childhood.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
The dream jumps a bit and I'm walking on a sunny late morning to a hotel room. The concierge tells me that someone has been asking for me every few minutes, and that it's getting to be a bit much. I go to the room. Brett is inside sleeping. I'd slept somewhere else. There are a couple of girls in the room, including a beautiful naked girl sleeping on the floor. She becomes a fully dressed very business like black girl who gets immediately on my case. Where've I been, why am I not promoting, etc. Apparently I was back in the employ of Spike and Mike and she was some kind of new crew leader. I tell her that starting early isn't really the strategy with Spike and Mike. I'll start at 12 and I'll probably work until 10 at night or later. She calms down and asks if I'm the same Keith who worked for Spike before. I tell her I am, and that Spike and I are old friends.
I go out promoting. It feels like I'm in SF. It's sunny and wonderful out. I have flyers for the original festival, and then I have small flyers printed on a sort of wax paper with the Sick and Twisted graphics and Spike's home number and address with very little detail beyond that. I had to be selective with this flyer, or at least create the feeling amongst the party boys I gave it to that I was being selective so they'd think I was only inviting people who were totally cool, you know, like them.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Also, vague rememberance of planning a crime, a robbery or something.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Earlier in the night I had a dream that Danny, another friend who died this weekend (it was a hell of a weekend) was in the office and I was there with Bryna. I was jokingly baby talking at Bryna and Danny was laughing.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I'm very sad about this. I also, apparently have a lot of apprehension about returning to work. I work with two of her sisters, her niece and their childhood friend. My boss is pretty much family as well as she was one of his first employees over 20 years ago.
Last night I tossed and turned all night. When I did manage to fall asleep a few times a dreamt about going to work. I dreamt that she was there, alive, and then she left to go to the hospital and she died. I dreamt that I was there and her spirit was there saying good bye, wearing a big white furry coat. Hugging that coat, the sense of it just over whelmed you and white furriness became the whole world and I got crazy chills through my body. I dreamt I was there and being nice to the family members and one of them suggested we get some pie because Vivian had been working on making some pie when she got ill. Every time I fell asleep another dream like this started.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Scott, Lori, Taco Bell
Friday, December 22, 2006
It seems to be just me, Ben and Miles. Miles is bitching that he may not get much stage time, but Ben doesn't know his lines so I may stick Miles in more. He doesn't know his lines either but he's good at improv. The audience is there, watching, as we scramble to figure out what the hell we're doing. Miles' friend charged everyone a buck too much, and then refunded everyon $2 trying to correct. I'm not pissed though, It's no problem, compared with our bigger problem of not really having a show to put on.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Damn Frat Boys
I used to actually live next to a frat house and they did have crazy parties. Once I saw one guy punch another in the face, and then his fist continued on and went THROUGH a car window. Ever punched a car window? That's a hard punch that can break that thick glass. One guy there rented a car, on daddy's credit card of course, and just never took it back. It was strange to get a peak at this bizarre culture, spoiled upper middle class to rich white kids who were just complete degenerates as is the right of passage among the wealthy I guess. The truth is some of 'em were fairly sweet guys when you had a chance to talk to 'em. They'd come over sometimes and watch me feed goldfish to my water puppies.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Weird. I keep dreaming about Bryna smoking. She quit 3 months ago. I'm REALLY invested in her not smoking.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Bryna, me, thrills, addiction
Later in the dream I'm at my friend Bill's house, but it might even be his parents house. It's very bright and sunny. Bill's telling me that if you fail at the first attempt to get clean sober you get addicted to the process of getting clean and then falling off again. That's where he is, and he's gettin' ready to dig the fall.
This jumps to me dreaming that I'm readying a syringe of heroin to shoot Bryna up durring sex.
Then I dream that Bryna fishes a cigarette out of her purse for her sister, referring to it a stripe? I ask her if she's been smoking again. She admits she has. I am sad at first and trying to be understanding but then I get mad. WHY! I yell. She says she was never that into quitting to begin with. I remind her that she was. She starts getting really mad at me and I try to back pedal, to be sympathetic but I'm really hurt.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Shut your fucking mouth
A table of yuppies are seated nearby.
We're talking smack about them, they're talking smack about us.
One of them says something to me. I respond, "You can talk about us all you want. You start talking to us and I'm gonna punch you in the fucking mouth!"