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Thursday, June 13, 2002
more trash bags in today's dream. i was going with the family to church when i noticed that the sleeve on my dress shirt was torn. firstly, i don't where dress shirts, much less long sleeved. secondly i only go to church with them on christmas eve. anyway. it was the kind of tear that just keeps going. before i knew it, it was torn across my chest as well. sexy, huh? i got mad and declared that i was going home and they could just go without me. suddenly i'm in my room at home and they're outside in the car. they sent my brother in to get me and he found me there throwing old clothes into trash bags. these i was going to give to goodwill. i had had it with old ratty clothes and just wanted to clean out everything and start over. while digging through the dresser drawers i discovered this big pile of christmas cards, birthday cards, and long forgotten gift certificates. there was several hundred dollars in cash alone+checks+gift certificates. i was in the middle of cleaning out a fish tank i don't have, when i woke up. Wednesday, June 12, 2002
ok, this is a trend now. this morning's dream was about living with my mom, brother, and cher. cher and i got into a fight and i ended up tossing all her stuff in trash bags. sonny was going to come by later and pick everything up. i helped her move and in the end we decided it would be for the best. mom was still working as a nurse for very little pay. i was worried because she would be upset by the fact that cher was not only gone, but with her, so was rent money. i told my brother about this and we decided to work lots of overtime until we could move someone else in. i was at work and talking to my supervisor about this when i realized it was time to log in. the place i had to log in at and where i actually worked were on different floors in the building and that was going to make me late. i scrambled around looking for an elevator and none of them would go to the floor i needed. Tuesday, June 11, 2002
this mourning blows. very tired. must have been all the struggling to stay alive in my dreams. first i was with this bird hunter that kept getting attacked by whatever kind of bird we were chasing. at one point a parrot climbed in the window and it ripped open my hand. then my cat showed up and tried to attack the parrot. he was unsuccessful and ended up biting me. my brother showed up and was trying to fight some big headed american indian god that took up the whole hallway in our house. then gilligan and mary anne from gilligan's island showed up. i got in this big argument with bob denver aka gilligan over whether his condition was medical or if he was just stupid. somehow i lost this argument and ended up being sacrificed to a snake god. i was fighting not to be bitten by this giant snake when i realized that all this had happened before because i knew exactly where i was going to be bitten (in the neck and arm) and just how it would feel to have the poison coursing through my veins. any takers on the meaning of all this? Sunday, June 09, 2002
my dreams this morning were all about small town serial killers. how strange. they meant to impress me with their insanity, but it didn't work. and how could it? one of their mother's tried to teach me some altar based ritual for raising a goddess on the line. candle, bell, book. the usual. our net access is totally down at home thanks to a lightning strike to the phone line. we still have phone, just no net. still trying to find enough dead stuff to make the deductible. scary art fair yesterday. many cool and not so cool booths. too many damn people tho. i think i scared one of our party by exclaiming "get me away from these people before i start taking them out at random!" there was definitely a lisp hanging heavy in the air. people out there being arsthee. we went to buca's later and saw the pope room. i spun him several times. you see, there's a "lazy pope" in the middle of a spinning table... and well, it's just fun. spooked several more in our party at dinner by blurting out every tv reference that came to mind. i believe when it comes time to die, the energy i will meld with will be media. here i sit at the library carefully avoiding kinko's and their $12/hour charge for access. the guy that was doing the animal show at earthday is down in the mall. and all the lil chillins have come to see him. joy! gaggles of breeders everywhere. death to videodrome! long live the new flesh! |