Transcribed from a chat:
i was in a cave
and in this cave there was this circus
well it was like a circus act
but they were taking themselves very seriously
and there were cats that i swear could talk (they never did, but in my dream i knew they had the ability to)
they just gave me the side eye
all these cats
they didn't like me for some reason
i kept walking through the cave and ran into my sister
then she convinced me to take the subway with her
conveniently located.......IN THE CAVE
i got on the subway
freaking out cos of these freaks in the circus show
and these cats
and then i realized i had forgotten my purse
and i had to go back
and then i guess i must have been tossing and turning because i woke up and went
and had a different dream
but i can't remember it.
THE END.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Conspiracy Theory
Transcribed from a convo with ESW:
Edward: what happened in it?
me: i went to school at hogwarts
but it wasn't in a castle or anything
it was a normal school
but i know it was hogwarts
and there was this huge conspiracy against me
and anyone who went against the norm
Edward: yeah
so basically you were a hipster at hogwarts
me: a hipster is the norm nowadays
so no.
so i went to my room, which looked exactly like my room at my apt
and i noticed that there were three fans in it
and also that one of my lampshades was missing
and i said
JOHN SULLIVAN DID THIS
i haven't seen john sullivan in a year or so
Edward: who is john sullivan?
me: he's a guy from rutgers
and in my dream for some reason
he was the one that did that to me
Edward: what an ahole
me: or so i thought
but he wasn't.
i went outside and someone told me that there were arrests being made
Edward: haha ok
me: and i watched as a few people were forced to get on this bus
and one of them was this girl i knew from rutgers too
and when they noticed i was watching them
one of the "cops" said, "that's it for this rehearsal. thanks guys for participating."
at that point they had gotten everyone on the bus that they arrested and were trying to make it seem like they were just rehearsing for a play
Edward: haha ok
me: but then i looked at one of the cops, and he mouthed, "you're next" and i knew i was because he was holding a christmas card i had made a couple of years ago which only someone who had been in my room could take
Edward: so it was like that buffy dream
Edward: what happened in it?
me: i went to school at hogwarts
but it wasn't in a castle or anything
it was a normal school
but i know it was hogwarts
and there was this huge conspiracy against me
and anyone who went against the norm
Edward: yeah
so basically you were a hipster at hogwarts
me: a hipster is the norm nowadays
so no.
so i went to my room, which looked exactly like my room at my apt
and i noticed that there were three fans in it
and also that one of my lampshades was missing
and i said
JOHN SULLIVAN DID THIS
i haven't seen john sullivan in a year or so
Edward: who is john sullivan?
me: he's a guy from rutgers
and in my dream for some reason
he was the one that did that to me
Edward: what an ahole
me: or so i thought
but he wasn't.
i went outside and someone told me that there were arrests being made
Edward: haha ok
me: and i watched as a few people were forced to get on this bus
and one of them was this girl i knew from rutgers too
and when they noticed i was watching them
one of the "cops" said, "that's it for this rehearsal. thanks guys for participating."
at that point they had gotten everyone on the bus that they arrested and were trying to make it seem like they were just rehearsing for a play
Edward: haha ok
me: but then i looked at one of the cops, and he mouthed, "you're next" and i knew i was because he was holding a christmas card i had made a couple of years ago which only someone who had been in my room could take
Edward: so it was like that buffy dream
Monday, June 14, 2010
A-Adventure Tales
Transcribed from an e-mail to a good friend:
Soleman I just had a sick dream. Basically you and I were gimli and aragorn reversedly of course. And we led some armies to victory. Then we were charged with a secret mission to go to mordor (through the woods of NJ to NYC.) Deige and Furman showed up as our companions and at the end of it my saxophone case which I brought as a weapon summoned a minstrel and we were singing some crazy ass shit in harmony including "I love you baby" and "soul man". We skipped mordor and ended up marching into a music competition at a community college.
Soleman I just had a sick dream. Basically you and I were gimli and aragorn reversedly of course. And we led some armies to victory. Then we were charged with a secret mission to go to mordor (through the woods of NJ to NYC.) Deige and Furman showed up as our companions and at the end of it my saxophone case which I brought as a weapon summoned a minstrel and we were singing some crazy ass shit in harmony including "I love you baby" and "soul man". We skipped mordor and ended up marching into a music competition at a community college.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Nightmares
I am way too old for nightmares but they still happen, I think I should stop sleeping on the couch in the basement. I kept waking up in recursive nightmares still on the couch, unable to turn on the tv. There were people in the basement with me. One more ghost boy and I am moving the fuck out of here.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Doctor What?
Doctor Who dreams are sexy and sci-fi. I hope to have more.
This is a rather lame way to express how much I've been liking the show in its new series, but I also can't remember the dream that well.
This is a rather lame way to express how much I've been liking the show in its new series, but I also can't remember the dream that well.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
LOST
Did you know that LOST's first season was actually a reality show, and Terry O'Quinn hosted? He would sneak up on people and whisper "You're Doomed." His version of Trump's "You're fired!"
Also I had a dream where a bunch of my friends and I were at a cabin at a ski resort. The last night we were there it turned into a giant party with random acquaintances from college showing up. There was something about a guy making out with a girl in a big doghouse, and a joke about hosing themselves off with a shower head. I didn't really get it either, but it did make me fear the idea of "big" comedy.
Also I had a dream where a bunch of my friends and I were at a cabin at a ski resort. The last night we were there it turned into a giant party with random acquaintances from college showing up. There was something about a guy making out with a girl in a big doghouse, and a joke about hosing themselves off with a shower head. I didn't really get it either, but it did make me fear the idea of "big" comedy.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
19th Century
The beginning of a dream that ends coherently hardly ever matches its climax. The dream almost seems like a slide projector, scanning through images quickly and carelessly, until it settles on something it likes, and pursues that thread. I remember that I was seeing images of train stations, and I got on a train that was designed to carry its passengers on the outside, with seats attached up and down along the side of it. I remember getting on the train, but I don't remember where it went, because the slide projector turned, and I went to another image.
I was in a horse-drawn carriage; though there was no horse, and it was more like a giant crib built for a man, as it was located in my bedroom. I was watching some science fiction movie and making a list. I hardly remember what was on that list now, but I remember it was important. Some information about love unrequited, my life in general, and my purpose.
I woke up. I was outside a barn where a group of friends met weekly. I arrived just as their meeting was ending. They were perplexed that I would show up late, and knowing that I must have lied to them about having a reason for not showing up that night, I invented another lie: I've been sleep-driving lately.
Unfortunately, the lie turned into reality. I was still on top of the carriage when I had arrived, and the horse that drew my carriage began to buck. I managed to calm him down, and have a long chat with two of my friends, who showed me the giant cookies (at least two feet wide) their activist mom was making for Earthquake relief around the world. They were covered in the thickest and most colorful icing I have ever seen. My friends had forgiven me for my missing the meeting, and bid me farewell.
I clamored onto my carriage, and began leaving. While turning from the barn's driveway the carriage began to shift into the form of a mini-van, and then back into the carriage. Because of this, and the separate control methods, (horsepower and combustion engine) I began to crash into their neighbors' mailbox. Finally the carriage stayed a carriage and I began down the familiar road to my home.
The road was no longer familiar. Somehow, I had gotten onto a major highway in a snowstorm, and the carriage was now a sleigh, allowing me to move in the snow. I was also now accompanied by a girl. The sleigh was moving well in the snow, until it became clear that the snow was becoming thicker, until it appeared that the snow had become so thick that it was like limestone, and began pounding the sleigh, which was now a dump truck (still pulled by a horse). I watched as the dump truck filled with rocks, and I felt as if I was going to sink under the stone. I heard the voice of Chris yell out to me, "JUST RIDE WITH IT." and as soon as he yelled that, the truck stopped sinking under the stones, and started riding with them as if they were surf. I rode a little further and eventually came to a much more slightly snow-covered road. I thanked Chris who, with his girlfriend Lacey, joined me and the carriage girl on our sleigh.
We found a small bar where we could relax for a bit. We entered only to find a group of middle-aged locals, all glaring as we entered. I stabled the horse and the sleigh, and met with Chris, Lacey, and carriage girl. We ordered two drinks - for Lacey and carriage girl, while Chris and I tried to figure out where we were. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time with the map, because the woman behind the bar wanted forty-seven dollars for two beers, and of course they didn't take credit card. I started looking through my wallet and pocket for money as the bar patrons began to get closer to us, prepared to fight.
All of the money I had was soaking wet and had somehow run clear, and had turned into a somewhat gelatin-like appearance. Now this was fine according to the bartender, but because of this transformation the money had undergone, it acquired a new characteristic - it would take the form of whatever was next to it in my pocket. So the bill next to my credit card was now a clear, flimsy credit card, not a 20 dollar bill. Most of my money was destroyed, but I was finally able to muster up forty-seven dollars, and Chris, the girls and I ran out of the bar while the bartender complained about tip.
We got to the stable and I tried to untie my horse from its post. Chris admired the horse as I got the sleigh ready. I told him that his name was Comet II, and he continued to pet the horse. As we left through the stable doors, the bar patrons stared at us, convulsing and vomiting at us through the windows. Chris extended his hand to pet Comet II one more time, and was bitten. Comet II had turned into a mountain lion, just barely strong enough to carry the sleigh, and angry and tired. I apologized to Chris about the bite, wrapped his hand, and we left. The bar patrons were running out the door towards us as the dream ended.
I woke up.
I was in a horse-drawn carriage; though there was no horse, and it was more like a giant crib built for a man, as it was located in my bedroom. I was watching some science fiction movie and making a list. I hardly remember what was on that list now, but I remember it was important. Some information about love unrequited, my life in general, and my purpose.
I woke up. I was outside a barn where a group of friends met weekly. I arrived just as their meeting was ending. They were perplexed that I would show up late, and knowing that I must have lied to them about having a reason for not showing up that night, I invented another lie: I've been sleep-driving lately.
Unfortunately, the lie turned into reality. I was still on top of the carriage when I had arrived, and the horse that drew my carriage began to buck. I managed to calm him down, and have a long chat with two of my friends, who showed me the giant cookies (at least two feet wide) their activist mom was making for Earthquake relief around the world. They were covered in the thickest and most colorful icing I have ever seen. My friends had forgiven me for my missing the meeting, and bid me farewell.
I clamored onto my carriage, and began leaving. While turning from the barn's driveway the carriage began to shift into the form of a mini-van, and then back into the carriage. Because of this, and the separate control methods, (horsepower and combustion engine) I began to crash into their neighbors' mailbox. Finally the carriage stayed a carriage and I began down the familiar road to my home.
The road was no longer familiar. Somehow, I had gotten onto a major highway in a snowstorm, and the carriage was now a sleigh, allowing me to move in the snow. I was also now accompanied by a girl. The sleigh was moving well in the snow, until it became clear that the snow was becoming thicker, until it appeared that the snow had become so thick that it was like limestone, and began pounding the sleigh, which was now a dump truck (still pulled by a horse). I watched as the dump truck filled with rocks, and I felt as if I was going to sink under the stone. I heard the voice of Chris yell out to me, "JUST RIDE WITH IT." and as soon as he yelled that, the truck stopped sinking under the stones, and started riding with them as if they were surf. I rode a little further and eventually came to a much more slightly snow-covered road. I thanked Chris who, with his girlfriend Lacey, joined me and the carriage girl on our sleigh.
We found a small bar where we could relax for a bit. We entered only to find a group of middle-aged locals, all glaring as we entered. I stabled the horse and the sleigh, and met with Chris, Lacey, and carriage girl. We ordered two drinks - for Lacey and carriage girl, while Chris and I tried to figure out where we were. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time with the map, because the woman behind the bar wanted forty-seven dollars for two beers, and of course they didn't take credit card. I started looking through my wallet and pocket for money as the bar patrons began to get closer to us, prepared to fight.
All of the money I had was soaking wet and had somehow run clear, and had turned into a somewhat gelatin-like appearance. Now this was fine according to the bartender, but because of this transformation the money had undergone, it acquired a new characteristic - it would take the form of whatever was next to it in my pocket. So the bill next to my credit card was now a clear, flimsy credit card, not a 20 dollar bill. Most of my money was destroyed, but I was finally able to muster up forty-seven dollars, and Chris, the girls and I ran out of the bar while the bartender complained about tip.
We got to the stable and I tried to untie my horse from its post. Chris admired the horse as I got the sleigh ready. I told him that his name was Comet II, and he continued to pet the horse. As we left through the stable doors, the bar patrons stared at us, convulsing and vomiting at us through the windows. Chris extended his hand to pet Comet II one more time, and was bitten. Comet II had turned into a mountain lion, just barely strong enough to carry the sleigh, and angry and tired. I apologized to Chris about the bite, wrapped his hand, and we left. The bar patrons were running out the door towards us as the dream ended.
I woke up.
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