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Monday, June 20, 2005
This morning's adventure was odd and probably food and conversation induced. Yesterday I had lunch with the parents and I expressed my concern with their planned trip to Israel this November. I am NOT comfortable with them going anywhere near the Middle East. Those fuckers are crazed - the Arabs and others that have spent too many centuries in the sun, not my parents. Though this trip makes me wonder. So they're telling me it's not as bad as the news here makes it out to be. That people aren't blowing shit up right and left. Um, are we living on the same planet? Anyway, the dream was not unlike a few others I have had - where I'm clairvoyant and can see what people are doing before I get to where they are. In this case there were all these middle eastern children dressed in white. Each of them had a bottle of Heinz ketchup and they were squirting it at their foreheads and on their clothes so that they would look like they had been shot or injured somehow. When we reached them they were crying and showing us their clothes. I told them that I knew it was ketchup and my guilt or sympathy could not be gotten that easily. There was another part of the dream where the kids next door to where we were staying would bring us 2 big bags of ice every day. There was a cat on their front porch and he seemed to be roasting alive - wearing a fur coat in that climate is probably bad. Anyway, I iced him down a bit and he really seemed to like it. A little too much perhaps. At one point he looked like a wet rat and was thin and rather elongated. I managed to get most of the ice off of him but he guarded a big chunk of it and insisted on laying against it. There was another part where we went to a local market, and dammit if wasn't run by Hispanics! In the same neighborhood you could see an open Wendy's restaurant and what used to be a Denny's. At one point I was in a car with one of my old roomates and a bunch of other people. We dropped some of them off and I remember when one of them got out of the car, these huge pills fell out of his pocket. He didn't seem to notice, so I hoerked them. Flash forward to some bizarre scene where the ex-roomate wanted us to be found in the car, in a particular pose. He and 2 girls were in the front seat with whited out faces and I was in the back seat. When they found us, they also found suicide notes for the 3 of them that the roomate had put together as part of this act or play. Later he and I were in the car alone and he kept asking me was wrong. I explained that I was really brought down by the fact that my note was missing. I felt disappointed that he wouldn't even go to the trouble to fabricate one for me. That's about all I remember, but I think it's enough. |