; 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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Location: Sacramento, California, United States

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Sunday, December 31, 2006

Need a room

Looking for a room to cheat on Bryna, don't want to spend much, only have like twenty bucks to pay for the room and get a prostitute to occupy it with me.

Danny, Spike

Danny, my friend from work who died, had done a piece of art, a gray minimalist sort of skull done in stucco or concrete, on a black background with some red details, all done on cardboard. I had been working on getting the piece, buying it or whatever but Danny died. He came into the Gallery HorseCow where the piece was being kept and told me not to worry that he would give it to me in his will. He would be at his will reading, to make sure it went right.

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


Barely remember last night's dreams. Belle and Sebastian's album Life Pursuit was involved. I was either helping with the production or doing a story on the production of this album and it was discovered that three of the songs on the album were recording, quite controversially, by convicts.
Also, vague rememberance of planning a crime, a robbery or something.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Capitol Aquarium

I dreamt that I worked at Capitol Aquarium again. I saw some people milling about the tank room and it looked like big sales were being made. I headed in to see if I could land one of them big sales. The big display tank I looked at was cracked, but not leaking. I mentioned to Grant (the owner) that it was cracked. He sort of rolled his eyes and looked tired.

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


The office manager at my work, Vivian, died the day before Christmas Eve.
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

I dreamt that my friends Scott and Lori owned a Taco Bell. I went to visit them and it was just Lori and the nice girl who works at Temple Coffee, only in the dream she worked at the Taco Bell. I teased Lori that the place was a mess, and it was. I told her that when I worked for KFC we kept things much cleaner. She pointed out that they just had a thing replaced, a water heater or fryer or something and that they'd clean up now.

Friday, December 22, 2006


ICBINC comedy show, in a classroom of some sort, audience of all young women, seated on the floor. We're unrehearsed, we don't even know for sure what our casting is.
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

Dreamt they were having a big crazy fraternity rally/party on our street. We hunkered down to watch movies, staying inside away from the crazy frat boys. When I heard them chanting about turning cars over I decided to go downs and see what I could do to prevent them from killing our car. When I got downstairs they'd all sort of moved on except for a couple of guys and a girl. They were being nice enough but I could tell that they were really dumb, somewhat drunk and volatile. Talking to them was scary.

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

Smoking Dad

My dad quit smoking after some problems with his heart. I dreamt that he was smoking. In all these people smoking dreams (three nights in a row) it's the pack of cigarettes that advertises to me that their smoking and how much. I take the cigarette from my dad and break it and tell him I won't let him smoke. I've had this dream before.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Puke, Smoke

Bryna and I are at Chris' place. Bryna and Chris are drinking and they decide to lay down on the sidewalk and look at the sky. Chris starts puking but it's clear, like water, just flowing out of her mouth. I realize how drunk both girls are. The puke is making a growing wet spot on the sidewalk and it's going to get in Bryna's hair. I realize that Bryna's gone. I find her in Chris' closet, smoking. We fight.
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

Bryna and I are on vacation with Erick, my brother. We're looking at pamphlets to decide what to do. We decide we're not gonna do the 1,000 foot drop off a waterfall in a kayak. I think about it a-lot though. That'd be a LONG fall. Erick is my brother who has struggled the most with addiction, which become relevant in the context of the rest of the dream.

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

Me and my family, parents and all are at a table at homey sort of restaraunt.

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!"