Hierophany

wall of closed eyelids...
alien concrete structure
went beneath the ocean:
so did I.  I was out
in the ocean for awhile

I was just sitting at the bottom of the ocean,
an ocean that lay now over a not-so-old city

reading a book about
                    home-makers

Earlier Brook's dad was in
dream, I was supposed to go
to Australia at some point.

The alien structure       had
spilt the   world
              into chaos.



[01.31.2007]

EmFamm was in an early thread.  That's all I remember of it.

Somewhere along the way I was doing a crossword and "impatientism" was an answer.  I was pretty amazed that anyone knew what it was.

I was walking through St. Louis with my sister.  She was walking through some strange areas and I was wondering where the heck she was going.  But then we stumble onto some sort of Pool District.  A couple of big public swimming pools.  She wants to go swimming.  I follow along.  She goes up this enormous tiered high dive.  Several boards and you could jump from what seemed like hundreds of feet.  A bit too high for me.  I walked back down.

Last thread.  I discover that I can drive from St. Louis to Portland in ten minutes.  It was just down Hanley (or Delmar?).  You just drive along and bang!, there's Portland.  Wow.  It did look like I remembered.  I parked this truck I was driving.

I walked away for a couple minutes.  I come back and some guys are taking the stuff out 'the back of my truck.  I was like, "What the fuck are you doing?"

There was a scuffle.  I yelled out at this parked cop car that I saw.  They come running.  But before they get there one of the guys tries to stab me by reaching behind my back.  I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.  I think I then stabbed him.

The cops said they had been tailing these guys for awhile.


[01.30.2008]


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Some guy kept fighting me even though I usually whooped him. 

I remember tossing him  over a railing at a mall, landing him on his head.

Yet he came back for more.

We beat on each other some more and finally I said, "Let's just stop this."

He agreed.

In the fighting I lost a red shirt I was supposed to wear to a college reunion.


[01.29.2008]

Big thread I recall was me (and perhaps Brook and Ray but maybe just me) surrounded by a setting of war.  Either civil war or invasion of the homeland.  I/we went on something of a recon mission but maybe we were just trying to get away from where we were.  Anyhow, we got caught.

They hauled us in front of their leadership committee.  We all seemed to know each other.  We tried to laugh it off, kind of saying everyone should be cool, we weren't armed, we weren't up to anything, etc.

I don't quite remember what happens from here.  I believe they turned us loose.

*

I am just now recalling a crazy thread involving a serial killer at a department store.  I was there.  It starts out in a deep, byzantine basement.  Very scary.  Like I/we were being hunted.

Very scary.

But also no one knows who is dangerous.

Very trippy.

Sort of like a Sylar figure is on the loose.  I remember getting up to street level, a big lobby.  Panic.  People freaking out.  Nothing is settled.

*

The only other tidbit I recall is making a big bowl of stir-fry, maybe with noodles.  I put an egg in it and some veggies.

Phil Williams comes along and seems disappointed with what I put into the dish.

He says, "Yeah, you've got an egg in there for protein, that's good.  But... ."

And I ask him what else he would have put in there—i.e. for protein—and he doesn't have an answer.



[01.28.2008]


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People walking on tape...

I had done some but I was done.  One person fell a long way but he/she broke fall on other tape and turned out to be OK.

I screamed with delight.

Flying from one side to another in an ornithopter?


                                                                    *

Nap dream.  In a house that belonged to my family, maybe my parents.  In Massachusetts.  Yet, I lived there once.  Found a bunch of old bottles of wine that my dad bought but never drank.  For instance, a 1987 merlot.

Also, there was supposed to be a bottle my mom had left for me but I couldn't find it.  I'm looking all over.  Other people have stayed in this house.  Other family I guess.  But no one is in it right now.  Brook is with me.  We're on a vacation of sorts.




[01.27.2008]



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Had a dream I huffed some NO2 and reasoned that was why I has the headache I have right now...

{Didn't sleep very well last night.  Tossing, turning.}  [Push me, Pull me...]

Otherwise, the dream had two of the most popular, recurring elements my dreams have had of late: being on vacation at a resort-like place, and being at some kind of high-school reunion...

It was a combo high school/college reunion.  Matt Baker is the only face I can recall for sure.  Lots of talk about Philip K. Dick.  I got it in my head he played the one-armed man in the Twin Peaks television shows.  I asked people if they'd read any PKD before.  There was a girl who said she had but I couldn't determine how much.

People were passing nitrous oxide tank and mask around the table.  You were supposed to eat some sushi—tuna filet; mine was 'just ok'—and then take your huffs.

Isaac Suggs was there I guess.

I was one among the circle last to get my turn.  I was disappointed that people were leaving.  I had some sushi and took a couple huffs.

I don't recall much.  I think Ben Wanless might've been there.  Someone came in and told me—I was alone now, huffing the nitrous—that I should stop or be careful because we might get into trouble.

This crier cited physical concerns—there were particles of clay, dust, glass or sand or something in the nitrous and it wasn't good for me.  So I stopped but I was not happy.  I told this person how you could breathe in that stuff through the air anywhere—around a construction site, for instance.

The group had gone to play pool, or to get in line at the desk to request renting a table I guess.  Someone complained about how the line and the waiting was ridiculous.  They were sitting on couches at their part of the line.  Maybe Vivek Chat from frisbee days was there.  I said the hell with waiting and walked to the pool room.

  {Cocker Spaniel
jumping over
      me; New
York Jets; its
      owner}

I couldn't tell at first if any table were open and I wasn't sure if paying w/ quarters at the table would release the balls or I had to up to a counter somewhere to get a rack's worth.

My delaying cost me because someone was just then sliding quarters into the table I was eyeing.  I had asked someone else for next on their table.  But I had overlooked a table it seemed; no one was on this table it appeared.  But just as I went to it someone else was on it.  Then I saw another table I had overlooked.

Eventually I got one of the limitless tables and put four quarters in the tray which you then push into the table.  But I couldn't find a good triangle.  I only found a 'rectangle' to rack two or three balls.

                                                                   *

 This pool playing...eventually my gang came in.  I was at a table kind of over in a dark area.  Brian Hamman was part of my group.  They didn't see me or I didn't want to play in the dark area.  They picked up the table of the couple I'd asked to let me have next.  The couple or the girl from out of the couple came and offered the table to me before she let them have it.  I said, "Thanks.  I've got this table here now."

Somehow the playing pool scene morphed slightly into me playing with—I think—an Asian guy.  The pool table was like a craps table and we had twice the usual number of balls on the table—two of each.

                                                                    *

Somewhere along the way a scene with a cocker spaniel.  This dog was like Ray's dog, Meg.  I was lying on my back and Meg, or whatever dog this was, had taken to jumping over me, back and forth.  At first I was afraid the dog would land on my chest but this didn't happen.

Instead the dog and I conversed.  I don't know if it was in English or telepathically.  She was depressed because she didn't think her owner cared about her.  This was a golden cocker spaniel, in color.  I tried to console her and offer her alternate reasons for her owner's callousness.  Somehow football got into this conversation.  The New York Jets.

                                                                    *

Finally, more about the resort thread.  Only highlights because this is dragging out:

•  Almost driving Jeep off edge of closed bridge.  Not very high up but would've hurt car.  Brook was with me.  Had to put in reverse and back up very slowly, skilfully.  A struggle.

•  Swam around to other part of resort and walking back from where I exited water in unfamiliar part of resort was tough.  The place was huge.  In this unfamiliar part of the resort were many attractive women.  I was swimming amongst some but was uncomfortable and got out of the water.
   Walking back through the resort I ran into some girl who was trying to get me to rent headphones.  The latest pop hit was playing and she was expecting me to know it and sing along.  I said I really didn't know the song actually.
   "No, really," I said. "I quit listening to the radio.  It was one of the best decisions of my life."
  She contemplated this and thought it might be a good idea for her to do the same.

•  Walking back to where family was staying at this resort.
   Weaving through unknown parts of indoor resort.
   A bar on Sunday morning with plenty in it.
   My tower was called something like Hohokam.
   From here this led to the driving Jeep on truncated bridge scene...
  




[01.26.2003]


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One, Emily is out in the street, a street like Teasdale and she's got an umbrella, multicolored.  It is raining and windy.  The umbrella gets inverted by the wind and she loses it.  It's blowing down the street.

For awhile I just watch it; it blows on by me.  Then I decide to get it, to run it down.  It crosses over the street running perpendicular.

I am chasing it and it's going down this next street and now I'm in a big city like New York and I don't think it's rainy anymore.  Now Ray is there and I can't remember what happens from there.

                                                                   *

Except I do remember a related thread and it's Emily sort of trying to hug me or wanting me to put my arms around her and I'm really nervous and I stumble and fall over.

That moment passes.  She finds Ray I guess.

Then I am kissing Jane Teal, some girl from grade school who I hardly knew but who lived nearby.  It's a long kiss, in front of Ray and Em.  Kind of a shock, I perceive, because I am still married to Brook in the dream.  There's more but I can't get it.

                                                                   *

Now a separate thread that occurred close to waking.  Back on Teasdale or some street like it.  Me and Brook are out there.  There are several police around.  Maybe I am coming back from a walk and it's like, "Uhhh...what's up?"  At first they're all casual and I'm trying to be.  But the scene is ominous for sure.

I am going up to the house and one cop is following me.  I am seriously worried now and wondering how they know about my plants.  The cop says they want to come in and look around and I am panicking inside, trying to get in the house before they do.  I go downstairs and ball up some hanging, drying plants and toss them in a box but there's nothing I can do about the plants yet growing (I don't remember how many).

I am telling the cop that all of this is going to be inadmissible because they don't have a warrant and haven't given any kind of probable cause or reason for being inside my house.  They just cam in.

And the cop says something like, "That may be the case but you'll get three years for what you said to those Cubans."  And he is referencing some conversation I had in my house with some Cubans about toppling the government.  I don't know how the cops know this, I guess my house is bugged.  So, I say, "Well, that's speech, free speech, protected by the Constitution" etc. etc.



[01.25.2008]


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Positive development with Google Ads.  Yeah, I sell Google Ads on some of my blogs.  Well, I dreamt that I was looking at the ads report page where it says if anyone had clicked on your ads or downloaded any of the advertised programs. 

I had one or two people download and install Firefox and so I made $4 in a day which was my best day ever.  Bummer it's not true.

                                                                     *

Also another thread with my mom, Jeremy Stillings (from Jenner), and Nick Seibert (from IMSA).  We were all doing a bunch of cleaning.

I remember Jeremy cleaning the garage/studio floor and I felt uncomfortable, like he was invading my space. 

Then Mom was gonna make breakfast, something like pancakes and potatoes and I remember thinking, "That's a lot of carbs."



[01.24.2008]

Two old people looking for the History Museum on Lindelll.

Or spring training.

Address they had was a brick wall.



[01.23.2003]

Someone tried to steal Brook's shell.  I got home after a really long night of, first, drinking, and then, witnessing Jim Caviezel get in an horrendous car crash.  Ray and Pat Rodman were at the party.  I had eaten Burger King.

Got home and the door was open.  I locked the inside back door, which was pointless anyway, because it's screen had been knocked out. 

Then I heard a noise, went into another room.  Sure enough, here was an Asian dude—maybe half-black, half-Asian—standing with Brook's shell in one arm and a manilla envelope containing—I think—my grades in the the other.

I threw a phone (with a cord) at him and hit him in the leg.  Told him to get out.  Got shell and envelope back.  As he walked away I called him ***ger and he flipped me off. 

When he got a little ways off I apologized for the remark.  He came back to the steps in front of the houses.  I told him how I got the shell in the Bahamas.  He kept holding it up to his ear to he could listen to the sound it made.


[01.22.2003]

At the end of a long dream—or series of dreams—was my brother not dead but very close to it, lying like a dummy right inside the door of my apartment. 

My family was there, some of them, so sad.  Me so sad, telling him we weren't going to let him go.

I was crying.  Pretty awful.



[01.21.2007]

Eric in my dream once again...Stacey Light and Lee Hoffer...

Me in a closet looking at computer porn on an old Mac laptop while Lee and Stacey talked about something in the room.  Well, I closed the laptop when I heard them coming in, but I stayed silent in the closet a long time while they conversed.

I got a phone call in the closet.  It was Eric.  He identified himself as Eric.  But then when we started talking he acted like he didn't know me and then he acted like he wasn't Eric Peters...

                                                                    *

I knew there was more to my dream, and it is this:

I was part of a group that set out floating around the world with big balloons attached to themselves by harness.  I was getting ready to go on a journey with my balloon; I was sent to the East Coast.  I don't know what the point was.   You travel close to the ground in these balloons; how any real transportation is physically possible this way I don't know.  Which is probably why I remember being in the parking lot at Wash U during the dream.  Other people were sent to Africa, the West Coast, far away places.  And I was sent to the East Coast, but I never left the parking lot of Wash U.  Perhaps my job was to stay afloat in one spot long enough to raise awareness for my cause, whatever that was.  I seem to remember catching the press's attention by staying aloft; like when people go up on a scaffold for three weeks and don't come down—raising money or awareness for a cause.  This was like that.  I remember wondering and worrying what food I'd take with me—cereal bars?  And I remember Courtney Reiss being in the dream.  Maybe a Courtney/Brook hybrid.

                                                                     *

Got some calea z herb in the mail today from Basement Shaman.  Smoked a half bowl of it when I got home from work around 5:45p.  Read for awhile.  Feel asleep on the bed with the lights on and a rice bowl dinner in the oven.  This was at 7:30p.  Woke up at 10:05p completely confused.  I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep, what time I fell asleep.  I felt pretty well-rested and a vague sensation of a dream: something about forms or filling out forms.  Maybe a carnival setting from Ishmael or something like the spaceship from 8 1/2.  Took a piss and remembered about rice bowl. 


[01.16.2003]

Fox does say nutrition in there...when he's talking about grizzly bears...

What??

Anna Brook Haley

Talking w/ Brook about going to get donuts

At something like IMSA again, a reunion.  Maybe.  And Elijah from the xtc study is there.  Matt Baker and him are a hybrid character...

                                                                   *

Elijah tells other people that they should take a little walk and then he can sell them the 'cigarettes' he has on him.  Who wants one, he says.  I say I want one.  You can't want one, he says.  It upsets him that I want one because he wants to believe that some people don't want or need it.

He walks off with a few people.  I look for money in my bag, wondering how much it'd cost and getting what I think exact change would be.  I thought six or seven bucks.  I had a one, a five, a two—and a one hundred which I took out of my wallet and put into my pocket so it wouldn't get in the way.

As I'm getting my change together a woman came walking through our 'area'—other schools were meeting at this thing, too.  She caught a suspicious air about us and must have seen a bunch of the guys take their walk.  I got a bad vibe from her and I guess I decided to take my time getting my cigarette.

I got roped into listening to some story Eric Lubeck was telling.  I was bored with it and disinterested and finally said, Eric I gotta go do something.  And he broke off the story mid-way through.

Just as I was getting ready to head out in the direction they went off in, a police officer brought one of the crew back.  Busted.  I sat back down.  Eric said something like, You wanna finish the story now, don't you?  Someone else coming back who wasn't busted said, They want us to bring all our stuff up front.  I wondered if I had anything bad in my bag.  I think I had a Dream Catalyst cigarette but I wasn't worried about it.  Out front was a big room where all the students were assembling.  For a lecture maybe.  A speaker.

Representatives from each school held a sign with the rank of each school in the state on it.   Nick Adams—who was a college not a high school mate of mine—held the IMSA sign and our number was 399.  How could we be ranked 399?  I wondered.  Sure, there might be some Chicago Schools ahead of us, like New Trier or something.  But 399?  I thought maybe the sign said 39 and I had read it wrong.

Groups started entertaining themselves before the speaker started.  Members of an Af-Am section began some music and in-seat dancing.  People clapped, including me.

                                                                   *

Aside: back where we had our stuff, one of my schoolmates was looking at a guy sitting at a table.  This guy had a wave of hair—the table was like a ballroom and we thought he was our piano player.  It's great to have a good piano player, we thought.  We had just gotten back from prom or something, gotten off a bus and my date went poorly and I still had an unopened bottle of champagne with me.

We were coming back to this ballroom/convention center/meeting spot for our high school.  A mate of mine was sitting at the table writing.  He looked perplexed and we/I asked him why.  I'm trying to describe this guy's hair, he said.  The guy had a wavy quaff of black hair.  Looked like David Lynch, a Muslim David Lynch.

I said, Well, it's definitely a wave of hair.  There was surfing on TV.  I said, His hair looks like a move you make while surfing.  What, said the writerly fellow.  I repeated myself.  He had written the same exact description.  It wasn't too big a coincidence with surfing on TV but still.

I found out he wanted to go to Law School at the University of Georgia.  They have a good Law School, I said.  He talked like, and reminded me, of my cousin Jason from Athens, GA.  I told him my uncle was a professor at UGa.  This scene preceded the pot deal gone awry.

                                                                    *

Also something about a view of a decrepit, spooky brick building out the window.

                                                                   *

Finally, something about making spaghetti with a new pot apparatus with a colander built in on the bottom that my mom used but my dad made her stop.  I was making spaghetti.

And Jason Wood called me and I told him about having spaghetti for dinner and he remarked how spoiled I was and he had to make his dinner every night—and I said I made the spaghetti—and he said how he also had to buy all of the ingredients and work full-time and his parents never did anything for him.  His mom didn't give a shit about him.  All of this on the phone and I was saying, No Jason.  You have a great family and they love you, etc.  My dad was overhearing the conversation...

                                                                   *

Later on, I dreamt of Eric Peters.



[1/15/2003]

•  Maybe something about Rosicrucians.  A triangle...

•  Smoking cigars.  Having to make deliveries after work with a group of Af-Ams.  Something I got tired of day after day but I was somehow obliged.  Then I skipped and saw one of the workers, a stout guy, and he guilted me about it.  Connected to this, a building with lots of trash in the hallways.  In New York or New Jersey I think.

•  Later on, at law school.  Think it was orientation or something.  In a group doing that human tangled web 'trust-building activity' where you get all tangled up and have to untangle yourselves by stepping through , twisting, untangling.  Normally I hate these things but I was somewhat OK with this one except we were performing it on a small piece of ground near the edge of a cliff and I was afraid of falling over.  We moved away from the edge.


[1.13.2003]

Government takes over Mascoutah high school when Bush speech there comes under terrorist attack.


The place feels more like a university.  I am walking through halls.  Bush and Cheney are there.  I even see them from a ways.  But then I hear gunfire and a general panic sets in—I have on baseball cleats so it's hard to run on stone walkways.

I am trying to get off of campus.  At one point I come to a freshly erected wood wall.  This place is like a castle.  I scale it and jump to grass on the other side.  At this point it's clear that the government was trying to impound us, that the real war is the government against us and the objective is to get the hell out.  People are literally running for their lives.

I think I am heading in the right direction—i.e., off campus, avoiding government tanks or whatever they've now got here.  I see an acquaintance—Nick Adams.  We find a hiding spot close yet to school but amongst some brush.  He is waiting to meet two teachers at this spot.  He whistles.  Some females come up to us as we are lying in the brush.  They are smiling—at a time like this.  I wish I would have carried off on the direction I was setting out on.  I am not sure where this group is gonna get me.


[1.11.2005]



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Time travel in car.  dBB.  DVD...


Yes, I was in a car and in it I was capable of time travel.  I switched off driving duties with a girlfriend of mine, though I can't say exactly who this girl was.  It started out as a game I believe...trying to get somewhere by traveling between dimensions, piloting a craft and not knowing where you could end up.  But I didn't pilot mine very well and I traveled backwards or downwards instead of up and I was in a place very full of evil.  The people at first seemed normal [this traveling was like the Quantum Leap phenomenon].  It was in this place that I was coupled with the girl; we drove a big brown car.  We met an older man but he turned out to be very zombie-like and we tried to flee.  We tried to get our time travel working but it wouldn't work right away.... So I was driving and we were surrounded by people who wanted to capture us and I started to break out with the car, ramming things....  All of a sudden we traveled out of the moment and now I was by myself again—on the set of Saturday Night Live.  I was put on the spot and had to do a bit...so I took on the voice of a retarded person and went on about how I was trying to buy a DVD but got instead something or other called dBB: little round pellets of something.  It might have been funny at first but it got old fast.



[1.10.2003]

I did not sleep very well last night.  I got into bed at 22:00 ad slept well until 0:08.  But I awoke with a start at that point and slept fitfully from then until 4:00.  Nonetheless, I managed to host an array of dreams:

                    1)  Van, murder
                    2)  Pot, flat bowl, crystals, Magic-a-plenty
                    3)  Sex dream—bodacious babe
                    4)  A house, part of it ignored; exquisite creek, roots, bank
                                + Sitting with Dr. Green and explaining to him the history of Dad and
                                     his sister
                    5)  In the city.  Party somewhere.  Af-Ams.  Pot in bag.  Going to a basketball
                          game. Babe in café (some from #4 or an Af-Am babe?) Going to visit her
                          in lieu of Brook.  Run into Dad and he convinces me to turn around.  I
                          had been going there too much.  Friends think my decision not to visit
                          babe in café was dumb.

One.  I was half-awake—or half-conscious of my waking breathing—for this one.  I was lying asleep in a van or truck behind tinted glass when a very shady red van sidles up into the space next to mine.  I was listening.  They had guns and were talking about popping somebody.  I was trepidated.  Breathing very loudly and deliberately—afraid they could hear me and/or see me.  This is where I think I was half-conscious; I was hearing my own actual breathing as I lay there half-asleep.

So they were getting ready to make their move.  The whole apartment building I was parked at was shady.  Another pair of headlights came by.  It was nobody, but these guys (three of them) had stashed their guns (maybe down a little drainpipe).  Two of them had headphones (or a boombox) on them.  As the headlights landed on them, they acted like they were jamming with the music.  One of the guys' pants fell down to around his ankles to show green/brown boxers.  One of them wore sunglasses.  I don't recall where they went from here.

Interlude.  Women coming in from (same?) parking lot wearing half-dresses and rich dates.  For tops, they wore whipped cream across their breasts.  They were acting as though they were at the height of fashion.

Two.  I guess I had an apartment in this same complex.  I did not feel at all safe in this apartment.  My bed was right next to a door that was wood surrounding a big pane of glass in the middle.  This door and a window above the bed led directly to the outside.


[1.9.2004]



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I was at a school like IMSA but I believe it was college not high school.  I was going to be expelled or suspended because I said something about the shampoo there.  Something like, "I'll use as much as I want because it doesn't lather very well."  I was a writer figure.  Also a lawyer.  When I heard they were going to take action I vowed to sue them under the First Amendment's Freedom of Speech protections.  I remember thinking that it was a state school and therefore a state actor thus susceptible to a First Amendment suit and the school could not abridge my freedom to speak.

Then I remember a female interest in the dream.  I'm not sure how interested she was in me.  I was getting ready to leave because of the suspension/expulsion.  We might have been holding hands or playing with our hands like people in high school do.  I believe I tried to play up my writer/renegade nature to impress her.

Then, in a possibly related thread, I was in a library, near finals time.  I was sitting by the cart where people return their books.  I remember thinking about taking one because these had been checked out under others' names but not checked back in.  I was looking for Dharma Bums.  There were a bunch of books by Philip During, whoever that is.

Turns out turnover on this shelf was fast.  Someone I knew asked us to see if a book he dropped off was still there.  It was by Diane Keaton.  It wasn't there.

(Then, when I woke up at 5a this morn, Brook said I said the word "Buddhist" in my sleep.)



[1.8.2007]



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I was doing jumping jacks to the tune of "Seminole Wind".



[1.7.2005]

Me Ray Phil on roadway
getting flashed
we ask for
crotch shots
That's the only thing
we can't do they say
but then we go to
their place and
are drinking

Phil gonna get lucky

I was thinkin 'bout it
but married

Also Jack stranded

w/ Phil's drunk gal
from the last night
I call Jack.  He says
he couldn't use the internet
b/c he's waiting for a call

he's in Boston
I say I'll go get them
he's at this gal's place
I think he kinda likes it
but he says
'I'm not happy about it.'


[1.6.2007]


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Dreamt we overslept helping someone move...Em in dream...


Yeah, I remember crying and putting my head on her chest.  She was either standing on something or she was taller than me.  I was thinking, as I could feel her breast with my head, this must be what Ray does.

Then she and I were in a bedroom, both naked, though I don't think *anything* had really happened.  We both grabbed the top sheet to wrap up with—me at the foot of the bed standing, she still in bed.  Then we agreed, one take the top sheet, one take the bottom.



[1.5.2008]

I was visiting Israel when terror strikes in the form of TNT in a soccer ball.  My family was in the immediate vicinity.  My mom was hurt, but not bad.  I was OK.  Em and Nick I could not find news about, but I had a bad feeling.  I saw it all happen but I quickly left the scene to chase the culprit.  180 POL was the license plate on the truck of the bomber.

I had previously entered a Palestinian area that was tightly guarded by men with swords.  I had won a sword-fighting contest.  I was escorted through this area by a man named Hab-del who made me understand where he was coming from, but who still frightened me.

                                                                     *

Also from last night/this morning (a sleep period of 2:00-11:00):

+ Bad grades.  Two Cs.  Or actually C1 as they were listed.  But they did not align with classes I'd taken.  I had four grades—I took four classes—but no grade for property.  Which I thought I could not have gotten a C in.

+ Also, lingering bad feeling about Crim Law test.  My brother was in the class!  I got soaked in back and butt by someone on the UT campus who was not doing a very good job directing their hose spray.  I went to the Dean and said, "I gotta wet ass now!  How'd you like to take a test with a wet ass?"  I was gonna sue or something.  But I went and took the test.  Only I didn't answer the last question.  Question 3.  Something about Freud.


[1.4.2004]



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Yeah, my basement (which only slightly resembled my real-life basement) had all kinds of holes where the drywall stopped and insulation was flapping in the breeze.  So of course it was cold.   And then part of the basement wasn't even finished; it was just studs.  So I resolved to get cracking and fix it all up and then the house would be warm!

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Brook and I were in the same business class, sitting at the same table.  She had this eraser she tried to use during a test but when she tried to use it, it made the sound of a harmonica.  Very annoying!  So she asked me for an eraser, which I gave her.  But then she kept talking and was bugging the hell out of me and presumably everybody else.

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Workers that snuck sniff of Brook's panties...I accidentally tossed Squirt...Cut a guy and his dog...

When I tossed Squirt, he ran across the street.  Then I realized my mistake.  He tried to run up the trunk of a tree but of course he couldn't.  He ran back across the street truing to get away from me but I barely caught him.   Now I had to figure out the legal ramifications of cutting the guy.  And who would finish the work?  And would these guys try to get revenge?

Yeah, so we had some electricians over doing some work.  It was early morning and I wasn't even out of bed.  But I realized that these two guys were near the bathroom where Brook was showering.  I started to get wise and pissed.  Somehow she had a pile of clothes and one guy grabbed a pair of panties, took a sniff and passed them to the other guy who did the same, gave them back to the first guy.  They shared a chuckle as the first guy tossed them under the bed.  I saw all of this and became enraged.  I grabbed a sharp kitchen knife.  Now the two guys were basically one guy and one dog.  I cut the guy on his back, drew blood, also cut the dog.  The I was on the porch tossing two dogs out into the yard.  The first was Squirt.  Crap!  I didn't mean to do that.  Poor guy was scared and ran across the street, tried to crawl up a tree etc. (see p. 111).


[1.3.2008]




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I was a man on the run, possibly AWOL.  I killed George Steinbrenner ...  kept shooting guns that didn't work very well...


After killing Steinbrenner with a knife I fled to Texas and was so tired I forgot how I got to the hotel I woke up in.  My sisters had helped me get set up.  I spoke to them on speaker phone.  They were talking to me and I asked them what they knew and they said, You smoke too much.  What else, I said.  You drink too much, they said.  What else, I said.  Do I need to leave soon?  Yes! they said.  I was paranoid.

The guns that didn't work: had knobs on them to twist to make them more powerful.  I would shoot people and the bullets would barely pierce the skin.  I think I was AWOL.  There was a tank at one point.  Deseret Recycling: The Recycling Tank that doesn't recycle.  I didn't have any weapon.  At one point I knew someone could have shot me but took too long to point gun at me and I thought I was in a movie.  Killing Steinbrenner was gruesome.  I felt bad.  As he lay dead I said, I've always respected you etc. etc.

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A different dream earlier: Jackie McKenna/Brook as g.f.  My dad was around.  My grandpa Randall died.  Jackie and I wanted to go to sleep in a room but my dad was asleep there we found out.  Then he got a phone call saying his dad was dead.  It wasn't too surprising and not too upsetting.  For some reason, there was a wine made special for the funeral—I thought, Doesn't it take awhile to make wine—but I ran into Sharon Womack in a hall at the office—Grandpa's funeral was in a room at the office—and she spoke of the wine: It's very good, with melon overtones, it's very rich.  I thought she was just being nice, that she didn't think the wine was very good at all.



[01.02.2003]



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