21 Oct 2006
I don't remember much of the dream; the only fragment I still recall is
looking at a Halloween display and thinking, "Wait, it's May - why
do they have Halloween stuff out?". (Note the irony it it actually
being October IRL.) This is the only time I can think of where my dream
has indicated it occured on a specific date.
7 sep 2005
Real prompt at updating, huh? I think it's a sign of looking at too
much japanese futanari art when I dream about deep-throating cute
girls with two-foot-long schlongs. (That's them with the extend-a-winky,
not me. I'm normal-sized.) That said, it's always a disappointment when
I wake up and realize I can't actually fellate myself.
5 jan 2005 (horked from my LJ)
After trying to bootstrap the unix source tools on a mac classic
running MPW (a process that was just as boring as it sounds), I
decided to get the hell out of the hotel I was in, and go to the
lake. It was green and bucolic and peaceful, people sitting around
and fishing. As I was walking around the edge of the pond, I noticed
there was a quite paniced-looking little squid caught in one of
the nets. It looked up at me with imploring eyes, so I lifted the
net out and got it untangled. Instead of needing to be pushed back
in the water, though, the squid started squirming off real fast.
That was sort of odd, so I started walking in the direction the
squid had run off in. There was a little blonde boy playing with
his shovel and pail in the sand, but there was something odd about
him; upon looking more closely, he had these weird growths coming
out of his arm. Yuck! This freaked me out, so I tried to get the
hell back to the hotel, but the area had already been sealed off;
the child's mother, who had obvious tentacles coming out of her
arms, came by and kindly told me that I was to be 'converted'. It
seems that I had wandered into a little colony of aliens, their
'vacation home', as it were.
There was a somewhat boring middle part I don't remember, but they infused me with the alien DNA, and I started growing tentacles of my very own - and also started looking somewhat like Robin Williams, which was very odd. It seems that the aliens liked all sorts of aquatic creatures to base their DNA on - there were squid-forms, and dolphin-forms, whale-forms, and soforth. As the DNA-resequencing progressed, I kept my arms and hands (yay), but had additional tentacles coming out of my shoulder sockets as well. From the waist down, I was solely a mass of tentacles. At some point - I wish I could remember how - I hooked up with this really hot long-purple-haired chick with red eyes*; we started having sex by entangling our myriad of tentacles, which felt really interesting. We were gettin' it on, when all of a sudden she gets an utterly shocked expression on her face. As it turns out, the way that procreation happens amongst the alient-squid types is that males have special sex tentacles that have little pockets in them, where sperm is slowly accreted; the female can then use her tentacles to explore and 'taste' each little pocket, and choose the 'best' for her use. However, I didn't have sperm in my pockets - I had been storing up plastic explosive, so that I could blow up the base control station and keep the aliens from returning to Earth. While the aliens had chemical detectors scattered around to prevent what I was trying to do from happening, storing the explosive where I did prevented them from getting a whiff of the accumulated nitrates. Cute Alien Chick was sympathetic after I told her what I was up to, and suggested the best route to the control station.
I was eventually able to blow up the control station, with all sorts of neat chain-explosion effects, but I don't remember what happened after that.
9 jun 2004
I dreamt about intelligent orangutans sitting around in an elegant bar,
and talking about their favorite cheeses. They don't taste cheese like
humans do, so their favorite varieties are quite different. The 'six week
plastic cup' cheddar was amongst the ones mentioned.
13 apr 2003
I was in a videogame where a mario-like character had to burrow to the
center of the earth. It was really quite dull.
5 apr 2003
I dreamt of a whole lot of vampires (me included). It was fun to clamp down
into somebody's leg and drink, and pretty tasty. After they got bit, they
had to raise their head up and stare at the camera so that their weird new
vampire eyes would show (to make it obvious to the audience that they're
vampiric now.) There was a break in between scenes where one of the main
baddies was speaking in her normal voice pretty amiably but then went
back to normal as soon as things started rolling again.
There was a plot about some head bad guy who needed to be banished, but it was pretty standard/derivative; the dream was mostly eyecandy. Strange how only attractive people end up being vampires.
27 mar 2003
Last night I dreamt that Saraicat was my sister. This is especially odd since
I don't know her. I also, just before waking up, got my butt squeezed quite
pleasurably by some woman; I didn't get to see who it was before I was awake.
28 feb 2003
From yesterday: the CIA was trying to recruit people by placing very-poorly
disguised recruitment ads in the w4m personal ads section. Ari was amused
by this. Later, there were three vampires in an ambulance eating the flesh
of some blonde girl (with really big tits) who had turned blue and died.
She didn't seem to mind; she was wiggling around kinda happily. There was
white meat in her arm, though, which was weird.
22 jan 2003
There was something about running around this giant tower-like thing; in
the basement was this really cute girl with white eyes who made clothing
out of latex and other materials I've never seen. The gorilla mask was
quite impressive.
There was also a dream about how on in one day in Sheboygan, my grandpa got his picture in the paper three times, always referred to as 'Area Man'.
20 jan 2003
Apparently, when I take wellbutrin, it saves up all my dreaming for when
I miss a dose.
I was a ballboy for the Cubs at Wrigley Field; for some reason, I was always on the left side, gathering them up. Scene changes to my brother bringing me all the Wellbutrin I forgot, except the pills themselves look like Effexor, complete with the little spheres inside. I couldn't hold all the pills in my hands, so I stuffed them all in my mouth and went over to where a bowl was, and spit 'em all out. It looked like I had swallowed one, and that the gelatin had melted on a couple, but the rest were fine. I had to sort them into the 37.5mg, 70mg, and 150mg piles, though. My brother brought me some more bottles and I poured them into the piles, when I realized that not all of them were Wellbutrin, there was some other stuff in there as well. I yelled at him for that.
The scene changed to me with my father, Ozzy Ozbourne. He was acting like he does in the Osbournes, vaguely incoherent and ineffectual. He told me that I and my brother had to rewrite a song of his. (The song's melody was kinda nice, actually.) I think I did something with a new bassline when my brother shows up and starts being a pud, and we brawl with each other.
The scene changed to me (cross between present-day me and really young me) in a completely black room with my Mom, looking like a cross between how she is now and how she looked back in the 70s. She told me I was going to be punished for something (I don't remember what) in a manner I also don't remember. I ended up kneeling, crying, and saying that I'd have to commit suicide instead of going through with that (or something similar - the big images were mom, me, black room, punishment, and me having to kill myself.) I started getting sorta depressed-but-not in the way that antidepressants make you get, when the scene changes again.
It's outside, a bright sunny day, and on the South Side of Chicago, at the intersection of South and King James streets. There's a brand new mall/game megaplex/amusement park being opened a few blocks away from where Old Chicago (a amusement park/mall that I visited when I was 8 or 9 that closed around 1980) used to be. When I went to the new place, it turned out the Exploratorium had a Chicago branch, but it was a circus. I went around back, and there was a concert going on - The Other Two (aka Gillian Gilbert and Stephen Morris from New Order) were playing their only song that got radio play, Tasty Fish. When they finished, they started playing Tegan by the band Sing-Sing (probably my favorite track off the album Joy of Sing-Sing.) It was about halfway done when I woke up.
9 jan 2003
There was a planet where people had been reduced down to cellular size;
however, there were some heretics who wanted to be more cell-like and be
part of a higher metaorganism. Furthermore, there were some people who wanted
to be individually-specialized cells (like a brain cell, a heart cell, etc)
arranged in a matrix formation to be an even bigger, better metaorganism.
All this controversy happened because the part of the planet that had nuclear
radiation had suddenly gotten habitable, and all other habitable parts
had already been taken.
There was also some dream where I was in a live-action horror fighting game; there was some guy who was 'the only person who made it back from level 16' who was to train me, the 'minor bear claw' as one of the specialized weapons, a cracked domino as a focus of power, and a body shield that looked just like gloop and gleep from the Herculoids. There was some woman who was supposed to be my contact, but she was possessed from time to time and the CIA was going to kill her once the mission was done, anyway.
16 dec 2002
I was driving up to San Francisco to eat at a pizza place I'd heard about,
but the right hand lane every once in a while suddenly dead-ended into a
cliff; I hit it once. When I got up there, I was fifteen minutes late for
my reservation, and put my name on the waiting list. The place was a
restaurant in the basement and a thrift store on the ground floor, so I
spent some time looking at rolls of fabric. They had some nice PVC on
a 60" roll for cheap, but I didn't get any because I knew I wouldn't use it.
While I was looking, the reservation person came up to me with a clipboard and
asked me to write down any 'non-publishable information' I had, and as
she was walking away told me I was 'fabulous!'
(I'm not sure if the reservations person was a drag queen, female, or both.
She had a real ambiguous look to her.)
13 dec 2002
I was playing some sort of outer-space adventure card game with my
brother and a couple of other people; he was 12, I was 14. I went off
to do something, came back, and found that my hand had completely changed.
I asked what the hell happened, and my brother said he had played the
card where all hands got rotated. I angrily pointed out to him that
the card only allowed passing in one direction, and he made it go the
wrong way. He said something to the effect of 'But that's the way you
did it before!', I rebutted angrily that I should have been called on it,
he stuck to his position, and I threw down my hand in disgust and left
the game.
Oakland kinda looked like the Oslo I'd dreamt about before. At the house, there was no trace of Webster, but Bez was there instead. There was some wackiness involving contact lenses that Berto had left behind, and how nobody was sure whose lenses was whose. I suddenly felt something funny in my throat, and I started semi-retching and pulling wrappers, paper bits, and condom packages out of my mouth. I woke up to find that my nose had stuffed up while I was asleep and my throat was now severely dried out.
8 dec 2002
Sheboygan had apparently grown to 10x its population, and the three-story
thrift store I've dreamt about many times before made its appearence. This
time it had pedestrian, if mildly interesting, stuff in it.
I was also in the jungle hoisting a VW beetle on my back, and doing sysadmin work with vuori for umich, but the details for those bits are fuzzy.
5 dec 2002
Finally, a dream that wasn't terribly dull. People were
running around this giant mall-like structure, As it turns out, it was
a bodymod/bdsm culture; most people had one or two piercings that when
tapped numerically, would relay instructions that would cause various
bits to happen to either themselves or the people they 'owned'. The
strangest one was a girl who had two inch wide ball bearings implanted
above her kneecaps and elbows, so that they bulged out a lot.
There was also a much longer dream that involved uncooked bratwurst and touring an English castle, but that was dull an unmemorable.
12 oct 2002
I was in a Carl's Jr in Australia, where there were a bunch of field mice
playing with the elevators. They were acting all tough, and one of them
said that he was going to ride the elevator solo.
He didn't
notice when I snuck into the elevator behind him and pushed the button for
the ground floor before he could. After he saw me, he looked up and said,
"Uh, you wouldn't hurt a mouse, would you?"
30 sep 2002
Crap, I managed to hose this page for a while. Oopsie. I also forgot
most of the dream I had two days ago, where I was involved with a
winter Olympics in Canada, and was wearing a luge suit, but without
any bottom part. Cold, that.
I was at some amusement park, where they were giving out megaphone-shaped devices to people: they could alter body attributes, taking from one person and giving them to another, and it was powered by riding the roller coaster. There was a hand crank, but that didn't work well at all. There was a blonde woman I sort of knew, who talked about getting some implants done, and a black man I didn't know, who talked about getting out his seed cells, packaged with ground coffee. They did their business while I sat outside and leaned against the door. When I went back in, she had three penises right at her cunt: two at the top, one at the bottom. They were dark brown, and smelled very familiar. The black guy said 'Do I know my epithelial tissues, or what?' just as I awoke. After the initial swearing and cursing at waking up just as things got interesting, I searched google to find out what the hell epithelial means:
Epithelium \Ep`i*the"li*um\, n.; pl. E. {Epitheliums}, L. {Epithelia}. [NL., fr. Gr. 'epi` upon + ? nipple.] (Anat.) The superficial layer of cells lining the alimentary canal and all its appendages, all glands and their ducts, blood vessels and lymphatics, serous cavities, etc. It often includes the epidermis (i. e., keratin-producing epithelial cells), and it is sometimes restricted to the alimentary canal, the glands and their appendages, -- the term endothelium being applied to the lining membrane of the blood vessels, lymphatics, and serous cavities.My unconscious is sometimes frightening with what it comes up with.
23 sep 2002
I was in the airport at Barcelona - someplace I've never been in real
life. They had these really weird stairways and doors that blended in
to the sorta-stucco'ed plaster walls and looked more like decoration
than actual utilitarian building features (even though they were.) I
was walking around when this building inspector guy is looking at the
floor tiling sort of oddly. I peer at it, notice a section is loose,
and pull it back to expose some weird sort of clockwork device. He
picks it up, sort of confused as to what to do with it. I hand him
a pocketknife with the appropriate widget, and it pops open, safely
defused.
At this point, Our Man Flint shows up, popping out of the carpet. He looks kind of irritated and resigned, and sets off an atomic bomb nearby. I squeal and run away. He chases me down after a bit, and asks 'Why didn't you just go home?' while pointing his .45 Magnum at me. When I tell him "I'm in Barcelona, I need to catch my flight back," he shrugs, says "Oh. Sorry." and shoots me in the leg and the nuts. (Fortunately, it didn't hurt that much.)
23 aug 2002
I was involved in some LARP (except it wasn't quite a game) with
Ted, and I was vaguely responsible for some sort of cult. somebody
presented me with this book that I had wanted for quite a long time
(it was encrusted with cheap plastic gems and whatnot, but it was
the effort I appreciated), and I asked Ted if I was allowed to
accept it. He thought about it for a while, with a weird look on
his face, and said "I'm sorry, no, you can't." So I looked sad
back, said "All right, take him away." and my cultish followers
dragged off Ted to the dungeons. (they were nice dungeons,
well-furnished, and he wouldn't be mistreated or unfed or anything;
it's just that he had to be put away for his own good.)
There are several simultaneous "true" intepretation of the dream (that my weirdo subconscious seems to agree with), but the obvious one is accurate, says it - Ted is balancing things to make sure his approval stays on top, even if it denies me the things I really want; and even though I'm trying to play along with him, at some point I just won't take it any more and'll have him dragged off.
22 aug 2002
I dreamt about some weird realm (it was a vaguely crappy-fantasy
setting), where I ate this glowing blue capsule given to me out of
the trunk of a car, and after doing so, the acid-breathing rhino
suddenly started spouting tasty green Gatorade (and was very shocked
that this happened, and asked me how I did that.) after I woke up
and thought about it, weirdo subconscious agreed that it was that
I had made the rhino speak truth in some metaphorical form.
21 aug 2002
I was doped up last night and slept for about twelve hours; one of
the dreams involved my brother at harvard, one had Gary and me in
Ann Arbor and going to Blimpy's, and one involved a "children's"
book called 'The Terribly Viscous Goo'. The book's plot was
two people went to a store and looked at the cheapest goo available that
would make you float when placed over your ass. Instead there was a big
metal helmet that got clamped over one of the person's head, and then
big orangish goo covering the entire body. There were little tiny comments
in the margins in all the pages, but I don't remember what they said.
30 jul 2002
I was being subjected to some fiendish psychological torture that involved
eating lots of white SweetTarts, in order to make everything taste - and
then look - and then be - the same. I really don't like SweetTarts all that
much, and not at all in the quantities they made me eat.
29 jul 2002
There was some weird experiment involving two or three people at a time
who were merged in some exceptionally gory fashion into a single entity.
The gore didn't seem to bother them nor me, evidently, as I made out with
said combined bodythings.
Later, I ran into gina; she had a pinky ring with a dial on it that let her change into different alien forms. One form looked like a big tiki head with a skinny body. Another was a yellow leathery banaskin form where there were two nipples on each breast; her right breast's left nipple dispensed lemonade, and the right iced tea.
26 jul 2002
I was in some sort of children's science museum with a bunch of exhibits,
and at the end of one you were supposed to smoke a cigarette to demonstrate
the trickle-down effect of the economy.
I thought 'What the hell? I'm not going to do that.' and started to wonder
what the fuck was going on. Someone who looked like my friend Sandra
showed up, and when I hugged her she stated flatly that I wasn't to touch
her breasts. (I hadn't been planning to, but the utterance took me aback.)
She mentioned all sorts of things I shouldn't do, with a big grin on her face.
(I got real depressed from that.)
I think that may have been a "here's what you can't have, nyah nyah" dream, but things were starting to noticably not jibe with awake reality and my suspension of disbelief was beginning to fall down. It was almost as if my subconscious were trying to pull one over on me, except things rang false. I awoke real puzzled.
20 jul 2002
I was in LA, and involved in some terribly baroque scheme where three
sets of people were trying to get possession of diamonds, but only
one group cared if they actually had them - the others wanted to either
ransom them, or to show off their prowess. I went into Weird Al Yankovic's
mallstore, and got to smell his line of bathroom fragrances. There was
purple derision, loftiness, and a bunch of others that managed to smell
like abstract concepts.
19 jul 2002
I was at karaoke in Japan, where I was told that the three rudest words
were 'lamb', 'leash', and 'and'. There was a guy who did rapping to
the hiragana showing up on the screen... but since I don't read hiragana,
I don't know what it said.
18 jul 2002
Tris was playing some game I'd never seen before on his Nintendo Gamecube,
and I was confused and tried to quit the game by hitting the alt key on
the keyboard. (I thought it was an 80s microcomputer, not a game console.)
After some discussion about a trap where he his videogame guy got all the
oxygen stolen away from him, I was wandering in a big hall where various
people were picking out their physical representations of what metaphorically
meant the most to them. I picked up a pen and a lightsaber, but the
lightsaber didn't seem to work so well. I realized I was down at the more
physical end of the hall, but if I went further up I could get get items from
the realm of deeper metaphor.
Unfortunately, I was starting to wake up when all this happened, so I told myself to leave a bookmark to try and get back into the hall later. No idea if that'll work.
17 jul 2002
I was annoyed in a grocery store, annoyed about having to buy a stupid $35
proprietary wavelan antenna connectors. While there, I went over to the
bread aisle - they didn't have any Chicagoan baguettes, so I got one
from Champaign-Urbana IL instead because those seemed decent. I then
wandered into some sort of vast seweresque underground compex, where
I ran into a capybara. He asked me for some of the baguette; I gave him
some, and he said the baguette was pleasantly nutty-tasting.
16 jul 2002
I was in my bedroom with IRC people when all of a sudden I was
in the ocean, complete with little squid and crustaceans and stuff. This
freaked me out, when I saw that somebody was pushing down on the corner
of my bed to make the room sink. I asked them to please cut that the
hell out.
I was then on a boat, sailing underwater. A lobster attached itself to my left foot (kinda painful) and I had to scrape it off with an oar. We sailed through a bunch of impressively tall ruins. Every once in a while we ended up suddenly 300 feet over the surface of the ocean, which was rather disconcerting - apparently, the simulator had bugs. When the ride was done, it turned out that if I had done some wacky series of things with the lobster, I would have gotten $4 off my next meal at McDonald's.
8 jul 2002
I dreamt caliban sent mail saying that he worked in a drug testing
laboratory, and from time to time he would "sample" various celebrities'
poo... but when he tried George W Bush's, he knew there was something really
funny going on because it was completely unlike any other he'd tasted
before.
There was also something about me being able to deep-throat myself but I don't remember much about that, oddly.
3 jul 2002
I dreamt that gnat was part of an a.g.f. occult sticker exchange
network, and that I had to trace down the proper order of how the stickers
were distributed to find out what was going to be summoned. There were
complex things involving mirrors (aligned just right) that showed how to
get from one a.g.f. person to another.
2 jul 2002
I was in Ohio with this tall redheaded lesbian. She apparently did
lots of work on older houses that were more-or-less abandoned, moved into
them and fixed them up, and eventually donated them to non-profits that
offered low-income housing. She had some milk in the refrigerator, but
it tasted funny - like it had been left out for a couple of hours at some
point, or it was just really old.
19 jun 2002
I was 7 or 8 and in some Nazi war camp. I was in the office of some
vaguely motherly figure when Hitler came by with a punch card, and demanded
to know why his program wasn't working. The punchcard looked like it was
punched with a set of braille characters - but there were a bunch of
areas where the card was cut out and removed, leaving gaps. I took
this as my cue to escape.
On the way out, I ran into a patchwork girl - she was also 7 or 8, had a cute face on a quite long neck that was sewn onto a (tiny) 14-year old's torso, with her arms and legs attached in the same way. (Think 'Sally' from the Nightmare before Xmas.) When I saw her, I realized she was the other version of me. She seemed calm and happy, despite being naked in a prison camp with her head and limbs sewn onto somebody else's body.
Interpretations of this dream are welcome. I'm kinda befuddled by this.
19 jun 2002
I was being chased by some religious cult through malls, bookstores,
outside plazas with big metal blades that would pop out of the ground,
and vicarious escape through toilets ala Trainspotting. At the end of
it all, I finally translated some incantation that was supposed to
banish the religious cult pursuers, but ended up actually being a
note written by my assistant that translated to 'What's up with this?'
Oops. Everybody got kinda disgusted after the big climactic scene
fizzles, but I ended up pleasantly chatting with the cult leader.
18 jun 2002
I was at some bizarro mechanical art exhibition where there were all sorts
of weird devices moving around and doing their thing. (I wish I could
remember what they all were, they were cool.) After a while, five women
walk in, and it's clear that they, too are part of the art. One of them
removes the "skin" from half her body and underneath it's and looks
like some sort of mechanical musclature. Another has some sort of big
mechanical wing apparatus. A third has some sort of Mad Max-esque outfit
and big black eyes (and real cute, but not my type, alas.)
16 jun 2002
I was in Australia with mrg, and he had gotten me completely and utterly
stoned (nb: I don't smoke pot); my sense of balance was completely whacked,
and my legs didn't want to move in the right sorts of ways. I had to run
around wildly in the bus station, veering all over the place, to catch the
#22 bus.
After I went back to sleep after my 8:30AM disk maintenence, I dreamt that I was a mermaid in a big series of underwater caverns (but I had two feet and flippers instead of one big tail.) I'd change form semi-randomly as I went from one tunnel to another. At once point, I caught my reflection in one of the brightly-polished tunnel walls; it was really damn creepy and woke me up.
12 jun 2002
More of the same: I was at MIT with weezyl and jhawk and we had to
photocopy our ID cards to use the computers. jhawk then drove us around
Boston for a while, during which I pointed out that some random passerby's
shopping bag looked
exactly like one from a store at home (but with a different name). Numadan
(who was
suddenly sitting next to me) made fun of me for it and I got all depressed.
7 jun 2002
There was something involving my sister and I driving around Wisconsin
and trying to find the right highway exits, but it wasn't that interesting.
As I started waking up, though, there was a leafbook I started leafing
through. It had big pictures of people, but I could see them being filled
in. It started with their eyes and mouth, the rest of their head then
appeared, and a posed body appeared last. All the pictures had very
distinct expressions on them, a definite mood associated with them.
(No empty-headed vacant smiles in my dreams, no sirree.)
4 jun 2002
I was on Yahoo Messenger talking to phoebe about pork cutlets and some
other things. She didn't really say anything, and I kept on blathering
stuff, but not really having my thoughts be cohesive. I got more and
more tired, while thinking I should go to sleep soon. I then realized
that I was lying on my side, so I couldn't possibly be online, and in
fact was dreaming - just not very restfully so.
3 Jun 2002
There was a woman in a hotel rom who was trying to intidimate me; she
showed me her vulva (nothing special), mealworms (kinda icky, admittedly),
and then started bisecting her cerebral cortex at me. I asked her if
it hurt, and she said no but that it was off-putting. I briefly considered
sprinkling some of the mealworms into her brain to see what they'd do.
2 jun 2002
There was something involving a pirate ship with a whole lot of floors
inside, and having to redesign the shielding on my company's router.
1 Jun 2002
It was the the Communist days of Czechoslovakia, and a bunch of
ministerial-looking people were sitting in a room stuffed
with chairs and bric-a-brac. The Telecom minister (who'd been moping
for quite some time) leapt up and cried "Why do we need to have things
like this? Why can't we have Chopin? and Freud?", pulling away Bombay
Company-esque crap to reveal portraits of the people he named aloud.
The Czech Republic emerged and went into full bloom not long after.
6 May 2002
(after 3.5 hours of sleep.)
It started out as some sort of science-fictiony dream: there was an old guy
with a beard who had 24 hours to live who was the master of some game and
was refusing to play it; he ends up talking to an 18-year old without realizing she's the one he's been protesting against (his protest against her is why
he'll die in the next day.)
At some point, while wandering around several food areas looking for sushi, the old guy turned into me-as-me without me realizing it. I wish I could remember more of what happened, but here are the main parts: I was reading the sci-fi story that the dream was originally about as a book, when I found myself wondering what the story was about. I looked at the back cover, and it mentioned that the book was "profusely illustrated". Sure enough, in the middle of the book there was a big glossy section - but it was composed solely of street maps with routes highlighted. The first set of maps showed an entry onto highway 23, then a map with a crazy loop-de-looping of driving around in a multi-state area, crossing its own path several times, and then a map showing the exit to the final destination. The paths also had different names labeled along the paths in capital letters - but what they were, I can't remember.)
My younger brother shows up (he's about 9, I look about 18 but really am about 12) and I'm really pissed at him. I beat him up; he acts like he's hurt but he doesn't show any signs of it, so I continue to whale on him. There's a big blurry part I don't remember, possibly with my brother saying 'He likes that doll more than he likes me!' in the middle. My brother ends up giving me a plastic bag with a regular size-sandwich and a small one (both on whole-wheat bread); I ask him what it was for, he says something I don't remember, I start sobbing, put the La Mosca doll I'm suddenly holding (!!) back into its box, and wake up profoundly sad and find myself half-crying with no idea why. I know I'm sad, but I can't feel it at all; it's got no emotional resonance. It's as if I'm on Prozac or something, cutting the emotion off so I can't feel it - but I know I'm deeply sad anyway.
Two additional notes: I really wish I could remember the critical bit between beating up my brother and our wary resolution. However, I do know that before I went to sleep I was looking on amazon at Karl Jung's 'Man and His Symbols' - which says 'profusely illustrated' on the cover.
28 Apr 2002
I was trying to stroke Gary's back, but he kept on getting really
ticklish; this depressed me a lot for some reason.
And then in a different dream, I was in a big gymnasium-looking room where there was a banner proclaiming something about AWACS and there were (female) zombies in WWII-era WAVES uniforms. There was something I was supposed to do involving swinging around on the catwalks and changing the banners that would make the zombies go away, but I wasn't able to do that. After trying for a while and seeing it wouldn't work, I just tried to get away, shut them in the big gymnasium, and deal with them later. Unfortunately, one managed to get her head and arms through the door I was trying to keep shut; I tored off one of her hands, and then another, but she didn't seem to mind much. (Zombie limbs in my dreams are inevitably kinda gooey and come off if you tug on them hard.) Since this didn't work, I reached in her mouth, yanked her (non-gooey) three-foot tongue completely out of her mouth, and swallowed it. She seemed kinda confused by this, and then I woke up.
26 Apr 2002
I was on what looked like a college campus, when a professorial-looking guy
came up to me, told me to put on a cape and a skirt and report to the
auditorium for testing; I ended up wearing a dark brown velour cape and some
tan shorts
that were baggy enough to look like a skirt.
Once inside, there were a whole bunch of people inside wearing capes and skirts; I was called up in front, and an old guy said he was supposed to ask me what the value of m (some cosmological constant) was, but that it was pretty pointless to do so now that everybody knew what the question was. After that, a combination of Liza Minelli and the blueberry form of Violet Beauregarde (Liza was all puffed up, with some really awful prosthetic makeup on; you could see the seams, it was really tacky) came over to talk to me for a while. We talked pretty earnestly about stuff (what, I don't remember) and she seemed satisfied with my responses. (I realized after noticing the awful makeup that it wasn't really Liza Minelli - she was just supposed to sound and act like her.)
Apparently my responses to people were quite good, because they awarded me first place and gave me a certificate. I don't remember what the certificate said, but I realized that what the funny outfit was that of a Troubadour, and the questions were to determine who would be best at taking on that role, expounding the virtues of love and affection to the world at large.
19 Apr 2002
I had a bunch of weird and varied images; the only one that stuck with
me, though, was that of a woman's crotch with carrots dangling out her
vulva and the shoots where her pubic hair would be, all green and leafy.
12 Apr 2002
I was in a giant dark hall where there were tarot-like cards that
were placed in specific patterns in hoppers to
indicate what you wanted to have happen, and then whatever the pattern
indicated would indeed happen.
Some of the cards had little price tags on them (and came in little packs),
some cards couldn't be found (even though I knew what they looked like),
some cards could only be had by other people, and some cards weren't even
available.
There were one or two cards in particular that I knew I was looking
for, and I knew sort of what they'd look like... but I wasn't able to find
them, nor was I sure exactly what they meant.
I had a dream a week or three ago where Gary and I were involved with some sort of card game, and I realized while playing (and still halfway in the dream) that the cards actually represented emotions or drives. Those cards were all white - I didn't see what any of them were. The cards from last night, however, very definitely had artwork on them - I only very fuzzily remember a few pictures, unfortunately. If I can dream about it again, I'll attempt to go back to the big hall and look more at the cards (and if all goes well, be able to draw them when awake).
2 Mar 2002
I actually dreamt this about a week or two ago.
There were two of me: one in a suit, one with a laptop. The one with the laptop could go over fences because the laptop had telekinetic powers, and was instructing me to go a certain way to a gigantic office building. The other me casually strolled in through the front door, not attracting any notice because he was in a suit.
We both managed to make it down to the basement, where the "real" activity was (because the real works were underground), and we started circumspectly looking for a way down. Me-with-suit found an outlet cover in the floor, produced a key (don't ask me from where), inserted it, and all sorts of ramps started opening, music started playing, and people looked up and said "Oh! You're finally here! Hurrah!" and took suited-me with them into the lower levels. (laptop-me snuck down through a vent, I think.)
Once in the lower levels, we got to see one of the experimental labs where they took several Teletubby-looking creatures, put them in a platform, and zapped them with some laser that caused them to agglutinate into a giant red blobby thing. The 'smile ray' (that's what it said on the side) then carved a happy smile into the blob, and the blob did indeed seem happy. The workers started explaining about the sort of drone-looking people wandering around: their brains had been removed for recycling so that the bosses (whoever they were) would have their personalities put into fresh brains. At this point, laptop-me snuck off and one of the escorts with a very very long fingernail (painted bright aqua - this was very important for some reason) jabbed suit-me and suit-me started getting some sort of armor - I don't remember most of the details.
Laptop-me managed to find his way down another level, and found a big purple river with brains floating in it. At this point, there was some third-person omniscience going on that indicated that the purple river was where the brain parts (divided into cerebellum, cerebrum, and brainstem) floated around, personality erased and inactive because of the fissure, waiting for later implantation. What happened was that one of the filaments floating in the river to provide nourishment and electrical reinforcement of the neural connections happened to get stuck and connect to three of the parts at the same time - thus making a whole brain and causing the combined personality to become active. The brain was able to communicate through the laptop I had, and was the source of the laptop's telenkinetic powers.
28 Feb 2002
I dreamt about a three-dimensional invasion of flatland, and how somebody
had designed (on graph paper) 2D mechanical computers that would work and
were somehow vital to the invasion. There was also some weirdo visualization
I had about how 4D hypertunnels would look to us 3D folk, and how the
tunnel would have to be very gently curved at the entrance to 3D reality
so we could get _into_ the tunnel and have it act like a stair. It would
have to be a 4D ramp, essentially. (It would also act as a force field
from the other side, and you'd see the underside of the tunnel.)
20 Feb 2002
I have a history of getting really depressed in my dreams at times,
or getting unbearably sad; they're usually indicative that a depressive
period is relatively close to over and that my subconscious is relaxed
enough to actually purge emotion - even if the only person I open up to
is myself. Anyway...
I was wandering the streets of Chicago, but I don't remember if there
was any import or purpose to it. There was a sudden cut to being in a
living-room type area in a hotel with a set of double doors leading to
a ballroom where a party was going on. Kbk was there in a off-the-shoulder
ankle-length black dress, long black hair, bluish eyeshadow and a relatively
light-colored semi-gloss lipstick. She had invited me to come by for one
of jorm's rpg's when she realized that instead of a game that night there
was a party and it was completely full and that there'd be no space for me
there. She was deeply embarassed about it (although she was trying not to
show it) and so was I for impigning on her party that she was
responsible for somehow, and so I bowed out gracefully and went off to
feel extremely depressed at being excluded.
The next part of the dream I recall was that there were a whole lot of people involved in a live-action arcade game: I was a Roman (and circled in blue), there were other Romans (in blue), Christians (in red) and Jews (in gold). The point of the game was (nominally) to establish religious hegemony, but there were a number of balancing factors for all sides - for instance, the Romans could get more individual points by sabotaging other Romans but also had to worry about their honor points going too low. At one point, a tall blonde woman came up to me in her formal toga and whispered to me "I'm supposed to kill you, but I really don't want to." Turns out she liked me, and was only being forced into killing me because of one of her other sub-clan teammates. I told her that I could take care of him and that she wouldn't incur any honor penalties because of it.
After doing that for a while, my parents showed up in the lobby of the hotel and started to talk to me, but my brother showed up and started hugging everybody and talking animatedly with them. I didn't want to interrupt their goings-on, so I walked off, alone again, miserable and depressed.
6 Feb 2002
I was playing a computer puzzle game with a grid where you had to put in
pieces of an amusement park ride in the proper places. If you didn't get
it right, the simulated computer people would ride around and then die
in spectacular and amusing fashions. It also had a mode where you could
experience what the ride was like (save the spectacular death bit.)
There was also some other dream, but I can't remember wtf it was. Hoever, night before last I dreamt about my Mom and having to move all sorts of stuff from a cottage in Minnesota to elsewhere, and at one point this brown dog got caught in a fire and had singed grey hair everywhere. (Didn't seem hurt otherwise, though.)
And as a third dream two days ago, I dreamt that I was walking around when a raccoon started jumping up and down (six feet in the air!) and then perched on my shoulder. I gave him a 500-credit note, took a 200-credit coin that looked like a 2-Euro coin in change (it was very important that I choose the correct change), and then walked around in a tunnel and stumbled across the partial bodies of a couple of female swimmers who had been dismembered, reassembled into sculpture, and been left to rot.
31 Jan 2002 or thereabouts
I was drawing Egyptian figures from a book I had very roughly in chalk
on the flat side of a giant hill. I knew that I was drawing the right
ones because thunder and lightning would boom and flash whenever I started
drawing the appropriate outline. (Even though I was 20' off the ground,
leaning over a railing drawing these things, the lightning was smart
enough to know which of the things I was drawing.) I got the prelude
drawing correct, and the start of the main sequence, and the concluding
drawing, but I then got to the point where I either had to draw the
'correct' gods or draw something else, I'm not sure which. The book I
was using for reference wasn't terribly clear and was kinda half-assed
anyway. I was stymied by indecision, and so I ran off with the crowd
when I saw that the tsunami was going to wash over the bridge where I
was standing.
26 Jan 2002
I was connecting a warp drive to a razor scooter with centronics
68-pin connectors. I have no idea why. The cables were nice and long,
though.
19 Jan 2002 (while in hong kong)
A 'normal' weirdo dream for me: I was being accosted by a bunch of women,
primarily militant lesbians, who wanted me to turn into a spider. I kept
on refusing because I didn't really want to do so, and they were very
annoying. However, one of the women (while not looking, sounding, or
acting like imber was nevertheless supposed to be imber) came up to me
with a worried look on her face, and said somewhat timerously, "
Aw, come on - could you please do it? For me?" and I sighed and
said "All right." She got a big happy smile on her face and stood
behind me and hugged me. A big tentacle/intestine-like thing shot out of
her navel and into my back, connected with my spine, and her body started
merging into mine and turning into the body of a spider. I felt my
human legs withdraw and get absorbed, while the spider legs gently placed
themselves on the floor. They were furry, like a tarantula, and walking
was surprisingly easy (although it was odd to walk on eight legs.)
25 Dec 2001
I took some melatonin in an attempt to reset my body clock and wake up
at a normal time, but it often gives me really strange dreams.
I dreamt that gina was at a display showing how you could make fake blood with methylcell, food coloring, sugar, and water. The little machine that was supposed to mix them together had been much abused by lots of kids, however, so it wasn't working so well.
I then was in part of Tokyo with Konishi from pizzicato five, although his hair wasn't nearly as grey as he is IRL. We were listening to music (and I wish I could remember what it was, because it was damn cool), and after a while I started working on this computerized music experience thing, that was supposed to involve virtual reality somehow, except only half of it was working at a time.
I realized that I had tried to tell the firewall to do two mutually exclusive things, instead of doing them coherently. Since I was tired and couldn't remember what the hell I had typed, I spoke "Death, are you there?" in a random attempt to get the appropriate lines I had deleted back from the void.
As soon as I uttered this, my whole field of vision dimmed and then flashed very bright white, my hearing faded out and then back in sort of muffled, and a voice said "I AM ALWAYS HERE.". I was immediately popped from the 'just an observer' dream state to 'lucid dreaming' or 'awake' (I'm not sure which.) It's like my entire mental state was reset at once.
I started thinking about this, and for some of the things I had wondered about, I got the affirmative pleasurable shivers. It seems that my subconscious (or whatever the hell it is) thinks the following:
I think that my mental visual field is split up, too; I have sort of a mental focus of 'near' and 'far' - when I get flashes of entirely-formed images that flitter away quickly, they feel 'near', but images I construct are 'far'. I suspect that the two correspond to right and left.
20 Dec 2001
I tried going to sleep early, and I ended up dreaming about magic
and quantum physics again; there were a bunch of people working on
dog lasers and cat lasers, and trying to combine the two. I realized
that cats and dogs are 180 degrees out of phase, so if they put an
inverter in, they could then combine the two beams - and if the
two beams were coherent, there'd be spin pair bonding akin to that
of BCS type II superconductivity.
(Even though catdog particles are their own antiparticles, the inverter
would cause them to have opposite spins.)
I found this dream to be slightly amusing, but mostly really really dull. It was so dull that I woke up at 1 and now I'm trying to get back to sleep, feh.
19 Dec 2001
My dreams were amazingly jumbled. One part was about the second set
of three books of Lord of the Rings, and how quantum chromodynamics
related to magic (there was something involving red quarks and how
controlling their phase change did something), guinea pigs running
through habitrails and going through teleporters, and HBO's Best of
Comedy Porn (which involved lots of nipples and lactation.)
I blame it on seeing Lord of the Rings a few hours prior, getting to sleep at 5AM, and then AT&T Cable guy pounding on the outside wall 10 feet away from my head at 9am sharp. Ow.
17 Dec 2001
I was in a Chinese restaurant at a really long table with at least
twenty of the people with whom I game en masse. I'm at one end of the
table, and down at the other end one guy (Damon) is making an ass of
himself by shouting and being loud and writing suits of cards on sugar
packets and trying to auction them off as poker hands.
I notice off in the corner of the room my friend Sandra from Ann Arbor (tall and beautiful as always). When she gets up and leaves the room, I realize that she actually owns the restaurant and I can't take any more of the misplaced boistressness and rampant stupidity in her house, so I walk over to the end of the table and yell at Damon, the prime instigator, "Shut up! Shut up! You're being an ass! Shut up!"
After a hush falls over the room, I run off to find Sandra, and find her
leaning against a wall. She's very very tall - partially because
of the gigantic-heeled boots she's wearing, but also that she had grown
about a foot. She took off her shoes so she wouldn't tower over me
quite as much, after which I embrace her. While holding her, I realize
that I haven't spoken to her for about six months and haven't seen her
for over two years (since burning man), and how much I miss her -
but that also I have no idea what to say to her, nor what she's like
these days, nor any idea where to begin - if I even should. It's a
great comfort to hold her, but also heartrending. I cry a lot
in my dreams...
8 Dec 2001
I was on a bus with a bunch of people, when we stopped at this gigantic
entertainment complex (multiple city blocks on a side.) I wandered into
the billiards area, and saw that all the pool tables had giant ornate
keys and locks on the side; apparently, this was how the resort(?) was
able to tell who did what and bill accordingly. Most of the tables were
out of service, however, so I went through a door to the other room
where they had all sorts of weirdo variations on pool: one kind where
you were supposed to shoot three balls in a line, one had bifurcated
sticks (I think). I'm trying to take this all in when I feel something
skitter across my leg (or maybe feet; I don't remember if I was barefoot
or not). I looked down, and there was this gigantic reddisk-brown spider
about a foot across. It struck me as being mechanical, but I was still
kind of creeped out by it. The guy behind the counter looked at me
and kinda snarled, "That's what you should expect for going into
the Intermediate room."
Not liking this much, I decided to continue wandering around. A nondescript and unlabeled door led me into a scrubby and hilly semi-desert setting. The oddest thing about it was that the perspective was off - it looked 'too close in', like the landscape was sorta flattened. I went wandering, found an extension cord stretched across the scrub, and unplugged it (I don't remember why); wandering a bit further, I found two women who were struggling with a costume(?) - the one facing me was wiping whipped cream off of her forehead and eyes, and had one of her blue cat's-eye contacts outs; the one facing away from me was sorta slumped over and looked really tired. Both of them were in vaguely gothy clothing, but from their waists down they were part of a donut shape of (what I guess was supposed to look like) blue flesh. (They also were both brunettes and had really nice cheekbones, and pert little chins.) I asked the one facing me what they were doing, and she she said something to the effect of "Our costume broke, and we're trying to fix it." I flirted with her for a bit (odd how I can flirt well in my dreams, eh?) and she asked me if I'd like to join her in an outfit later, to which I happily agreed. She pointed me up the hill and to the back, so I trudged up the hill some more.
Up at the top, there were crowds of people clustered around racks of clothing and costume-like things, which tended towards fetish in nature; there were leather horse masks, crappy rubber alien masks, a baseball cap from Lush's '96 tour (no idea how it got there), and piles of stuff on the ground. I saw a vaguely ceramic-looking wide-eyed doll's face mask, and managed to put it on over my glasses. It was hard to see out of the little tiny holes in the pupils, but if I had taken my glasses off it would have been better. It must have had some sort of weird little gyroscope in it, because I kept on feeling my head being pulled up and to the right for the mask's ideal posture. Interesting, but not my cup of tea, so I took it off and put it on top of the racks. After noticing my desultory looks at the not-terribly-appealing array of clothing and whatnot in front of me, the attendant nodded knowingly at me and said, "If you go over there, there are much more interesting things..." and once again I wandered off.
I eventually found myself in a small wood-paneled hallway where an older portly and very tall (6'8" or so, looked like an ex-football jock) man was waiting. I told him that I had been sent up this way, and he led me down a hall and into a room with a very large closet filled with racks of what looked like latex clothing. He shoved me in abruptly and almost immediately popped back out attired in a Catwoman outfit (my body was also conveniently changed to fit into the role better). I looked down at myself and said, "Well, this is certainly very nice, but it's nothing terribly out of the ordinary - I see this sort of thing at clubs all the time." He looked kinda bemused, muttered something about the 'really out-there stuff', and led me down another hallway.
Alas, I didn't get to see what else there was because I woke up. Feh!
26 Nov 2001
I dreamt that I was in the midwest somewhere and was going to hit
Highway 74 in order to get to I80; however, when I got onto the onramp
it led to this big underground bunker where traffic was amazingly backed
up. I got out of the car to investigate, and it looked like something
funny was going on. My sister yelled for me and pointed at one of the
official looking people - he looked like he was ready to take everybody
prisoner and kill them. I sidled over to one of the supply cabinets where
I saw one of the bad guys get a uniform and gun, found a gun in a holster
(which was a bitch to unsnap and get out), lined up, and plugged the guy
in charge in the chest. He looked down and laughed. I shot him again
right in the middle of the forehead, and he looked really angry. That's
when I realized that he was a ZOMBIE! I ran over, avoided getting bitten
by him (that's how the zombie infection spreads, you see), and twisted off
his head, than pulled his arms off just in case. (zombie heads and arms
are kinda gooey flesh; they're made out of something similar to really
thick gumdrops - hard to twist at first, but then rends all at once.)
After dispatching the zombie cop guy, I heard my brother yelling
incoherently. He was in a cage suspended above the ground about ten feet.
Lots of people were fleeing the area after the gunshots and shouts of
"zombies!". I woke up right in the middle of the dream, because it
was getting tiresome.
16 Nov 2001
I had some long and complex dream involving work, bus routes and ferries
in San Francisco, and about the weird old guy who kept on showing up and
ranting. Marklar kept on showing up and knowing all, though.
14 Nov 2001
Yet another "just before I woke up" moment: I dreamt that there
was a white cat (probably my friend Jake's wife's cat, 'Whiskey') with
a vibrator stuck up its butt with a figure of a woman molded onto the
shaft of the vibrator so that its feet were pointy and designed for
clitoral stimulation. Here's a
really bad illustration
of what it looked like. (Yes, the woman
is facing the wrong way, but that's how it looked in the dream.)
22 Sep 2001
Just before I woke up, the last thought I had was 'I need to graft more
panda faces onto hepkitten's forehead.'
(They were little faces, only about 3/4" of an inch across - but they were
living, breathing panda faces.)
Why I was thinking this, I have no idea - well, it might have had something
to do with the woman on the train squeezing her tit and having milk gush
across the room like a fountain.
I also dreamt of a shooting gallery where it had a cross between Shirley Manson and Shirley Temple badmouthing you, and you got to shoot at her. It was quite fun. (It was in the israeli gay section of the spaceship I was on.)
21 Aug 2001
Wow. Four months. What a long time. Been busy, I guess. Here's four
dream snippets to partially make up for it...
17 Apr 2001
I was sitting in the house, when all of a sudden I was attacked
by a zombie. Well, "attacked" isn't the right word for it.
She came up to me and taunted me, and I (and she) knew that I had to
dissect her into pieces for her amazingly low-key menace to stop.
After she was just about rendered quiescent (in the 'not moving' sense,
not the 'popsicle' sense), she grabbed another girl who came by who
was going to help me, and infected her, too. I finally got her head
open, stirred around the brains to stop her moving, and then spooned
out her brains into the garbage. What remained was a plastic strip
marked with either alchemical symbols or chinese 'great seal' characters.
It was running from her spine, up in a loop around her head, and back
down into her spine, much as the limbic system is shaped. I cut that,
and she finally stopped moving.
Now that the first one had been lain to rest, the second woman got all concerned, and tried to help me out in disassembling her as quickly and neatly as possible. (She'd give hints like, "Ooh, not so close to the collarbone, or my eyes will bleed." [In this particular case, her eyes ended up bleeding anyway, so she had red sclera and blue irises. Pretty neat look, actually.]) With her help, that got finished up pretty quickly.
I was then in Spain at Customs, where I was fumbling with all my books and baggage and passport and visa, and special form indicating I was on a secret mission. I went inside the customs office, and asked if there was a level-4 clearance officer around. He was, but my rival secret agent was with him already. I was shown to a seat to wait, but the two-headed woman (with red hair on her right head and blonde hair on her right) demanded that I hug her first. I hugged her and put my head between her two necks, which they seemed to like an awful lot.
We were then all seated around a big situation room table, where it was to be decided who'd go on the mission. My rival was there, smirking as usual. At the head of the table, the guy with the level-4 clearance was showing the weighted scores of the abilities of me and the rival. The rival's score: 380; my score: 75. My rival stood up and started to thank people for being chosen for the mission, when a guy across the table from him who looked like a combination of Dr. Strangelove and Dr. Finklestein from the Nightmare Before Xmas screamed "I can't take this guy any more!", pressed a button, and giant hammers came out of the ceiling and smacked my rival up out of his chair and through the ceiling. (He didn't come back down, as far as I know.) After this, everybody went "Yay!" and seemed to settle down to business.
15 Apr 2001
I dreamt that I was at work, and detected that somebody had hacked their
way into our corporate network. I had to run around and secure things.
I then noticed that the hacker was in the building using one of our
network ports. I found where he was sitting, but when he saw me he jumped
up and ran off. I chased him, eventually caught up with him, and slammed
his head into the concrete a bunch of times.
I hate dreaming about work.
7 Apr 2001
I was on a Japanese game show, where the object was to fill in crossword
puzzles. The problem was that the words were misspelled and dyslexic -
e.g. 'poltest' for 'protest'.
After the game show, I walked in to a room where my mom and dad were sitting at a table. The table was filled with ampoules and bright red syringes, and my parents were filling up the syringes. My mom said to me "Oh, hi, honey. Hepkitten brought back codeine for Jamie [my brother], and so there's plenty for all of us. Would you like some?"
There's something greatly unsettling about seeing my rather wholesome Midwestern parents getting ready to shoot up codeine.
27 Mar 2001
There was something at the beginning
involving a garden dinner party and Teresa, but
I can't remember what it was. (Oh well.)
In a slight panic, I run off to the library down the hall, where I look in the Mechanical Engineering section for books on gears. I then go to the bathroom, sit on the toilet, and notice that there are all sorts of kids' games on the floor (and all the ones with 6's on them have little hypnotic stickers of dragons on them), and a package of Men's Pocky. Then, to the left, I notice my 9th-grade Spanish teacher, who's looking vaguely frantic.
I'm then on a speedboat with my spanish teacher (who's at the wheel), and two girls whom I know (but can't remember now that I'm awake). They're vaguely flirting with each other, but act really nervous. I cry out "Come ON! You've known each other since kindergarten, and flirted with each other since 8th grade! Just kiss each other, already!" They finally smooch, and start get into it when the phone rings and I wake up.
15 Mar 2001
Night before last, I dreamt that I was at globalcenter, and wandering
through the halls. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the bandwidth
room, and had to swipe my badge across three or four of the sensors.
I finally got to the stall room, and sat down on the designated charity
toilet. it was the charity toilet because there was a meter that would
detect how much water was used, and convert that into a certain amount of
bandwidth that they'd donate to charitable organizations.
I got pissed off at all the security lasers on the way out, so I just said "fuck it" and walked through them. klaxons started going off, and I could see bulkheads roll into place to make sure that nobody could leave. I then talked to my former cow orker who was sitting at a desk and looked bored.
The first couple of channels looked like they were hardcore porn, mostly involving women stuffing large objects into themselves. The later channels looked like they were reruns of 1960's and 1970's shows that I'd never seen before. There was one program that was pretending to be a TV show from the 1910's to 1920's, and had advertisements for patent nostrums and one-room schoolhouses and how you could as a paperboy sell Grit and make millions and stuff like that.
There was also a kid's variety show hosted by Chuck Berris (of Gong Show fame) that had a theme song that started out vaguely bouncy and as instrumental techno but turned into the Magilla Gorilla song. For the programming, I think there was something involving clowns, but all I can remember is him saying "Hey, kids. Soon, we'll be back with MORE STUFF."
4 Mar 2001
Wow, has it been six weeks? Guess so. To make up for it, here's three
dreams I've had over the previous week.
As it turns out, James cheated a little bit: he induced that because the magic system of this game acted in a way that he had seen before, he could use things he'd learned from playing previous games and they'd work. In fact, one of the NPCs who was wandering around saw James do that, dropped out of character, and asked him "How the hell did you do that?" James explained and the guy just went "Huh." and tried it himself.
Eventually, we get to the "throne room", which was just a really big chair against a giant wall. James immediately declares "It's a fake." and goes off into the next room. There, James and I see a 7' tall figure lurking in the darkness. It reveals itself to be a sort of satyr-esque being, in that she had giant goat-like legs (except that she didn't have any hair on them), and had more bull horns coming out of her forehead rather than goat's horns. Her upper torso was very broad but completely normal (other than the horns), and with her musculature she looked like a bodybuilder (albeit one with large breasts.) I think she had light tan skin and red hair. She also had very cool yellow-purple iridescent eyes - from one angle the iris would look purple with little yellow flecks; from the other the iris would look yellow with purple flecks.
She said "Halt!" to us and did the standard spiel of how we must answer the riddle to pass, blah blah blah. She turned to me and asked me some riddle, for which the answer was "acute". She was duly impressed, bade me go by, and then looked rather confused as she turned to James. (I don't think she was expecting multiple people to show up at the same time.) James bargained her down to him retreating if she couldn't answer his riddle. After a brief flurry of looking through his notebooks that he happened to have on his person, his riddle was the text of some poem followed by "How do you say this in Abyssinian?" She looked really confused, and then confided in us that she really had no idea what to say, and gave up. (James never actually said the answer, but I suspect it was "This in Abyssinian".)
James, triumphant, wandered off into the next room, while I just stood there, fascinated by her eyes, and started to stroke her back.
As I was walking around, I realized that I was actually on a movie set, although one where I couldn't see any cameras or anything like that. I found this out because there was a woman who jumped in front of me with great big glowing red eyes (and dark red hair and light blue skin and fabulous cheekbones) who said something briefly to me, and then the camera angle changed and in her place was this animatronic monster. I said (out loud) "Wait wait wait. Cut that out. I looked offset (somehow, I was able to divine a little sliver in space that led to the studio bits) for the actress, and she was just standing there, looking impish. I pulled her back on, when the camera angle changed again and the animatronic monster showed up in her place (again). It was actually pretty well constructed - it got her cheekbones right, and mostly concentrated on giving her a giant brow and chin to make her look scary. (Oh, and the giant gaping maw you could have stuffed softballs in with nary a worry.)
I think after a while I got irritated with that and walked off the set where I could talk to the red-haired blue-skinned red-eyed woman without getting interrupted by camera changes.
I looked away, and pretty much instantly I changed. I was about 16, half-Black, with brown eyes, light brown hair in dreadlocks, little hands and feet, about B-cup breasts with big nipples, and standing 5' tall, naked, looking at myself in the mirror.
I also found out that my nipples were really stretchy, my clitoris extended out about an inch and a half, and that I needed lube.
17 Jan 2001
I was in a staff meeting with my cow orkers Lloyd and Webster, talking
about our unix hosts, when it came time to discuss the train that we
had in the back of the lot. ("What about the choo-choo?" was
how Lloyd put it.) Webster groaned, and we talked briefly about the
layout of the tracks, when my former cow orker Farzam burst in, and
asked if he could get a train ride to the ski lift.
28 Dec 2000
I mostly had a bunch of dream fragments. The first bit had me run around
a haunted house, where I saw Allison and someone else I knew. People were
getting killed, and it was vitally important that we knew exactly where
we were because we were actually acting as giant miniatures that needed
their positions known to resolve combat.
I later ran around Apple trying to find documentation on a hard drive
I had. It was very dull.
Lastly, I was in some sort of swords 'n' sorcery world and I was some sort
of thief. I had a brother in the dream who was really dark and had skin
vaguely like a coconut. It turned out my brother was actually a sentient
monkey with magical powers (which explained why he looked kinda
Australopithecine.)
I kept on trying to kill him - not because he was a monkey, but because
it was the "best" way to coerce him into not telling our secrets.
(What these secrets were, I don't know.)
I kept on trying to punch him, but after the first couple of hits, all I
could do were glancing blows. After a while, I gave up, and sadly informed
him that we'd just have to bribe him instead of him doing what we wanted
out of terror.
Some guy came up to me (still in the D&D dream) and asked if I was
the (random language gibberish I don't remember). I scratched my head,
though, and went "Oh yeah! I am!" and he hugged me.
And to top it all off, I was sitting in a red VW Beetle (the new kind)
still in D&Dland when a guy comes up and asks me if I'm available
for a job. He says he wants to affect the future and the past in a
particular way - he wants it so that some future disaster is avoided,
and (more importantly, although he was trying to downplay it) to have
Canada have taken over the world in the 1950s. He said he needed it
done because he was a children's book illustrator. Because I'm bored,
and the VW Beetle can travel through time pretty easily, I say
"Sure."
14 Dec 2000
I dreamt I was out in the desert at Burning Man, but I was unfashionable
in that I only brought a tent and a suitcase full of boring clothes. I
thought to myself, "Dammit, I meant to bring more interesting things
this year." I finally found where I was supposed to camp, but the
sand was all unlevel, so I took a jackhammer and started leveling out the
surface. I found that slightly buried under the top level of sand was some
artwork in the form of very colorful tombstones painted right onto the
hard-as-rock playa mud. It looked vaguely like the walls of a very ornate
crypt, if the crypt only had one side and was only three feet tall.
I was ready to blast them away, when two groups of people came running
up. They proceeded to argue - one group talking about the artistic and
historical significance of this stuff, the other group talking about how
it's already irrevocably ruined the playa by putting paint into the sand.
I don't think I ever set up my tent.
12 Dec 2000
I was in the car with Laura, and she was driving. We were in Texas, but
we were on state highway 237 - which is the Californian designation. We
disagreed about which way she was actually going - I said we were going
South when we should be going North. (I had the map.)
I end up in this farmhouse, and end up talking to this farmer and his
sort of skittish kid. The kid is willing to let me look at his stuff
that he does magic with, but warns me not to look at everything at once.
I go to the basement, and find a bunch of molecular-like models with
white and red balls.
There's also a notebook, which on side-by-side pages has a translation
of the models into greek (well, not really greek, but something
with greek-like roots and nouns) and into mathematical formulae (using
symbols I've never seen before yet know what to do with anyway). I'm
looking at all of this in amazement - that a geometric form can encode
language and math and implicit form - when I notice that it's incomplete,
somehow. I ask the kid about this, and he goes to get his dad.
The dad
looks at me, nods, and then opens a trapdoor in the floor and brings
out this obviously very old lump. On closer inspection, it's
actually a molecular model, but instead of having the white and red balls,
the balls are tarnished silvery metal and have the equivalent of the
the mathematical symbols
found on the right-hand-side of the transcription (except in a much
older form).
The farmer holds the lump
so that his hands are covering most of it, but shows enough so that
I could recognize what it is. After seeing I
recognize the significance of the symbols, he shows me the lump three
spheres at a time, intoning what they mean. When he's done, I realize
that the lump is the cornerstone of creation, get a mild
headache from trying to keep it all inside my brain.
One of the stick-and-ball models
suddenly explodes to about four times its previous size, indicating some
sort of change in reality. The farmer nods, smirks a little, and says,
"That's why you don't look at all of it at once."
10 Dec 2000
My dreams have been too long for me to remember, as of late. So, all you get
are fragments. Nyah.
17 Nov 2000
I don't remember much, as I didn't get much sleep and I woke up amazingly
bleary-eyed. I mostly sat around with my friend Christian (who I haven't
seen for about a year, at this point) and he made witty and erudite jokes.
We did not talk about thalidomide babies oiling their flippers.
10 Nov 2000
This was a long and complex dream, with more than a fair share of TMI
towards the end; nothing like the dreams that 12 hours of uninterrupted
sleep after being awakened early for the past five days in a row... but anyway-
I was driving down the streets of Chicago in my Delta Olds 88. The road
was covered with ice, so that I was skidding along everywhere, and had no
way of braking. (I could tell the streets were supposed to be in Chicago
because the street signs were green with the same white letters and font
that Chicago street signs have, but the street layout and buildings
were, in fact, those of Mountain View, Castro Steet, heading South to
North.) After I finish slipping and sliding, I manage to turn right
onto one of the sidestreets, and end up parked in front of this big
two-story house. (The street would have fit in fine in Chicago, but
there's no way it woulda been in MV.)
Inside the house, lots of things happened that I don't remember, but
what happened was this - zombie action! Yes, the zombies started making
their way out of the house, I was captured, and the nominal hero of the
dream (some guy I don't remember [what a hero, eh?]) was dragged up
onto this tractor-trailer stage conveniently parked on the front lawn
with a big white screen for the backdrop. It turned out to be a trivia
contest for control of the house, our souls, and all that sorta thing.
The "hero" guy quickly fucked up, and was set upon by all
the zombies, and eaten, torn to shreds, or whatever zombies do to the
living.
3 Nov 2000
I was in a rather large house that seemed to be sorta like my cousins'
old three-story house in Minnesota but also partially like the
houseness with some rich dorks,
when the doorbell rang. It was a midget speaking French and a taller
blonde guy. The tall guy said that they were long-lost relatives of
the dorks' family, and the dorks welcomed them in with open arms.
(I never learned the name of the family who was in the house, nor why
I was there.)
About five minutes later, another midget rings the doorbell. He's wearing
a tuxedo, and also speaking (bad) French and fake-French-accented
English. He claims to be an inspector from Interpol, sent to investigate
the two previous people who showed up. From the name he gives, and
the general feeling of the whole situation, I realize that they're
ripping off the plot of a really awful movie I saw, and that the three
of them are in cahoots to bilk the family out of everything they're
worth and steal everything not nailed down. So, I go around to the
three of them after they're well into their plan, and break their
necks where they fall to the ground like dolls. They look kinda plasticy
when I'm done.
2 Nov 2000
I was driving with my friend Kevin in some city approximating Chicago.
We were talking about food, and I suggested we go to Buffalo Joe's,
since we were on the north side of Chicago and relatively close by.
He said, yeah, that'd be fine, although the wings are too runny.
(This was obviously a dream, because I've never heard Kevin be anything
but effusive in his praise for Joe's.) I invoked the Parking Goddess, and
we parked.
We then were reading this fantasy role-playing game sourcebook that
had a section on magical artificial vaginas. Not only could they eliminate
the need for oxygen and food, but they could do things like cause snowstorms,
let you fly at several hundred miles per hour, and so on. It had a pictorial
diagram of how it looked - it showed a CD or something inside for scale -
and it illustrated the average limits of expansion and contraction, as
well as the visible features on the outside - not many, except for a
small clitoral-like bump at the top.
We were then walking around when we heard on the radio that the Post
Office was selling artificial vaginas. Since I was right by the PO, I
walked on in, and a very pissed-off looking clerk snapped at me, "
We don't have any vaginas!" I then said, "Er... Could I have
some stamps?" She looked somewhat mollified, and gave me a book
of ten self-adhesive stamps.
Later, people were talking about the intelligence involved with these
things, and how some areas on the body were better suited for apertures
than others. For instance, one guy said that the only real place to have
one on your head is the back of the head, because the skin can puff out
more and you'd have more room on the inside. (Not all that many people
stare at the backs of heads, either, making it possibly subtle.)
One other person said that where pubic
hair usually is works pretty well, because it's fairly flat and there's
"room for expansion" inside.
I was walking down the street at night, kinda hungry, with somebody else
(I don't remember who, alas), when I came across a semi on the street
that was selling soda-pop, and also had my cow orker JT who for some reason
I knew was selling exceptionally-high quality and customizable artificial
vaginas that worked under mental control. I stepped inside the van, looking
for a 24-pack of Coke (like the kind they sell in Chicago - I haven't seen
them out here in California), and walked all the way to the end of the
truck. No Coke. JT (IRL, very much the hacker, and not really a business-type
at all - much less the one to trade in new and strange bioware)
then walks over to me and says "You want one, huh? Then swallow!" and the
"pod" (for lack of a better term) and a small tentacle shot out
of his mouth and into mine. I realize at this point that I have to swallow
the thing to show that I'm worthy of the extra-special quality of the thing,
and that also swallowing it establishes a better mental rapport and control
as well. It feels like an uncooked sausage is going down my throat.
Unfortunately, before I can test out the wonders of this marvelous gift,
I wake up.
27 Oct 2000
I was talking with my friend Ted, when I realized I had the ability to go
back in time. I transported myself to Burning Man '95, where I found myself
in Ceren's camp. [n.b.: Ceren has never been to burning man, much less in
'95.] I wandered around for a while, and ran into my friend Amy who was
mildly surprised by my appearance, as I looked somewhat different and she
knew that I was still in Ann Arbor.
I then tried to transport myself into the nearer past, where I again
ran into Amy, and found out that I had accidentally projected myself
into the future. She wouldn't tell me anything interesting about the future.
While there, I found out to my dismay that some of the books I had just
mail-ordered were not very good ['metal casting for modern
artists', and it only had really awful line drawings. No photos.])
After coming back to the present, I was in the studio audience for some
really awful band with a lead singer who looked like Evan Dorkin. The
music itself wasn't bad, but the entire experience was megacheezy.
26 Oct 2000
I was looking out onto a football field from roughly the fifty yard line
where a stern-looking older woman (in her fifties, maybe) was next to me
and playing football against the other team - she was acting as an orchestra
conductor, and by waving her arms around would cause the football players
to swarm in formation and try to move the ball along.
Later, I was taking care of a baby when this really pissed-off Australian
came in and wanted to punch my lights out because he thought I was mistreating
the kid.
20 Oct 2000
I finally found my little µcassette recorder. Unfortunately, I found
it this morning, instead of last night. Long epic dream gets reduced to a
short fragment again.
I was walking around in what "felt" like a nordic city, but had
spanish-language newspapers. Could have been spain in winter, I suppose.
Walked around in a lot of cement corridors and streets. Very grey, light
was diffuse, cloudy skies.
Later, I was seated in a room with a long-haired brownish-redheaded
woman in bed, asleep. I knew that in order to get her to activate
both of her supernatural powers at once, I had to press down at
one particular part on her collar, and on her carotid artery. After
doing this for about 15 seconds, her skin turned slightly greyish,
her eyes flew open, and she inhaled suddenly. Her eyes had turned
this sort of weird greyish-orange, and her teeth had turned into
sort of pointy- needlish fang things. (not such that there were
obvious dentures like in bad horror movies - you could only see
them if she was explicitly baring her teeth, or happened to be at
the angle I was sitting at, looking down at her.) This really
excited me for some reason, so I kissed her. She mumbled something
about how making the two things activate at the same time caused
a whole new spectrum of things to happen.
Perhaps I've been watching too many bad horror movies lately.
14 Oct 2000
I dreamt that there was a computer or person or some combination of the
two that would augment your brain capacity, and that you remembered things
a lot faster, you could call on data you yourself didn't know, and all
sorts of other good things. I also dreamt about a bakery. I think that
had sourdough boules. (I dream an awful lot about bakeries. I don't know
why.)
13 Oct 2000
I dreamt I was in line at a Subway getting lunch, when this tall
Aryan/skinhead-looking guy stared at me and the big holes in my ears,
and then yelled "Faggot!" at me and threw his 32-oz Pepsi [it was a
blue cup, which is how I could tell] all over me and my shirt. Yeech.
At least it was lukewarm.
10 Oct 2000
I have about an hour of dreams dictated that I really need to transcribe...
but until I do...
I dreamt last night that I was playing and/or in a wacky version of
the Sims where it would forecast
what your personality and body types would be like over the next n years
from the decisions that your Sim makes early on.
Somehow, I ended up with three legs, and three penises - one in between
each pair of legs, and one on my left hip. This was horribly asymmetrical
and strange, so I asked what was going on. Some random guy mumbled something
about how I either didn't have enough points or the machine didn't have
enough memory to give me the fourth penis on my right hip. (It was also
weird seeing myself with plastic-textury skin obviously surface-mapped
over a not-terribly detailed figure - sort of like people in Half-Life.)
28 Jul 2000
Wow. A double banger.
The second dream was more of a superheroes-against-the-villain kind of
dream, except there were no heroes to be found. I was walking with my
brother and sister, compelled to visit this creepy guy who none of us trusted.
We went in, visited briefly, made some excuse and left pretty quickly.
On the way back, I told my sister and brother to be _sure_ to hold hands
with me so that we wouldn't be separated during the upcoming maelstrom
caused by the guy's evil magic. No such maelstrom happened, actually, but
when we went into a cafe to get something to drink, the guy was there,
talking about how some bridge with a big Y as part of its design was found
to be unstable, so they removed the Y framing in once piece, and stored it
in the parking garage next to the cafe.
There was an abrupt transition to the next part of the dream, where this
tall vaguely Lo Pan (from Big Trouble in Little China) -looking guy was
assembling components together in this little yellow long-leaded 8-pin
SIP resistor packs. Pan-boy seemed quite gleeful that the 8 components
were done, and got people to start assembling them into the PCB modules.
While they were doing that, I wandered outside, where there was a giant
black misshapen lump on the ground. It was solid but squooshy to the touch
(like black silicone), and you could press one of the lumps back into the
"body" pretty easily.
27 Jul 2000
I dreamt I was in the Wells building, which may or may not have been
associated with Wellesley (I asked somebody there, and they shrugged).
It had a huge collection of pre-1930 store catalogs, books, and other
ephemera. I realized I was in a parallel universe, though, when a girl
showed me the writing that was forcibly tattooed on her lip, on her
fingers, and on her neck that talked about the good of the revolutionary
party. (It was written in both english and a squarish thai font.)
After finding this out, I had to escape from some hereditary ruler who
was chasing me; I managed to sneak out through some impressive theatre
(it had the red velvet and gilt surfaces, the whole nine yards).
I also dreamt briefly about james bond having to jump up onto some platform
in order to escape; also, I saw women being assembled from halves split
down the middle, vertically. Sometimes the pieces didn't fit each other
quite right, and the face and legs didn't match, or in some space-bending
fashion, they got two right sides.
26 Jul 2000
I dreamt about some wacky BD/SM superhero movie that involved the villains
torturing some guy with the "Expand-o-plug" (don't ask). The
superheroes for the most part were fairly normal, except for Weather Girl -
she was a vaguely humanoid blue-grey blobby shape with a normal (if blue-grey)
face and a head-projection thing above it that drooled a lot. Looked mostly
like a gaping maw.
28 Jun 2000
My. It's been a long time. Anyway...
Last night, I dreamt that my family and I were staying at this ancient
house that was going to get razed to the ground in wildfires that were going
to start in 12 hours. we were looking around the house at all the old stuff,
when I see the fire start in the distance. in about thirty seconds, it
consumed everything in its path and rushed towards the house.
As soon as it passed over the house, everything was immaculately restored, I
was wearing a straw hat and a broadly-striped white and red suit, and then
the camera wiped to this gaia/earth figure in outer space holding a giant
hemisphere over her breasts,
and the voiceover was that dorothy parker made all this possible.
The second part of the dream was that I was in this adventure game where
I had to collect keys to unlock doors and all sorts of crap like that.
I got really bored, so I tried to cheat - but the evil skeleton-person
caught up with me and blinded me. Afterwards, I had to take the bus all
over Detroit. (I had to take the Z bus line, and its schedule
was really erratic.)
14 Oct 1999
I dreamt that I was driving through canada, and that I had to stop to
get something to eat. There was a little convenience store off the
highway, so I went in and found a liter bottle of Coke. I also wanted
a baguette, so I looked through their bread section. They had Japanese-
made bread, some in sourdough; however, the list of ingredients was
nearly impossible to find. After looking for a while, I noticed that
the bread was dripping something on me, and I found print on the side
which said "The sheep's brain in the middle of the bread may cause
leakage with improper handling." Yeeech. I think I got some Salt &
Vinegar Pringles instead.
I continued on with my little Canadian odyssey, and stopped at a little
coffee shop with my companions the vampire, the frankenstein's monster,
and one other person, who seem to have popped up in the car with me
since going to the store. We all sat down at a large table, and I ordered
hot chocolate, which caused the waitress to giggle. Apparently, it's
ALWAYS called "cocoa" in Canada, and in addition coffee hadn't
been served for the past twenty years.
Anyway, the vampire starts making polite conversation with the american
indian who's sitting at our table, and the vampire stops to drop hints -
subtle at first, and then completely blatantly - that the end of the
world is nigh, and by golly, he's gonna help it along. The indian just
sits and nods. and even seems mildly happy with the prospect. The vampire
then gets out this six-foot long cake-roll looking thing, except it has
bacon or the like on the inside. (It smells really good.) The indian
quietly asks the vampire if the brave was fully consecrated after he died,
and the vampire happily burbles with all the things that was done before
the brave was processed into sausage and then the mystical cakeroll.
The Indian looks quite happy with this, and says "let's eat."
The vampire
says, "Really?" and the indian nods. The vampire (whose name I never did
learn) jumps up, and starts ordering the frankenstein monster to bring
the rest of the stuff, including the chocolate sauce, and starts cutting
off slices of cake roll.
I woke up hungry after the alarm clock went off.
27 Aug 1999
Hoo. Been a while. Some little dreamlettes:
I had a short little dream where I dreamt that I was eating spiders
that looked like crabs. Don't remember much about that one.
I dreamt that you could have an operation done where your lower
torso was replaced by a white box with Mr. Potato Head feet, and
you could pull your tongue out several feet.
and now, one of the longer, more involved dreams I've had for quite
a while...
I was walking around, when I was accosted by Reneé O'Connor
(Gabrielle from Xena), and she forced me to come with her in her
shiny new red sports car (looked vaguely japanese). We arrived at
some club, and I was made to wear this glittery yellow eyeshadow,
blusher (not that I need it with my complexion), a darker yellow
skirt, some top I don't remember, and maybe a collar. (I should
mention that in my dream, I had no facial hair, and wasn't fat.) I
was wandering around the club, distressed that the makeup didn't
go with my complexion/hair color at ALL, when I spotted my boss at
work, Jon Plonka. Naturally, I was embarrassed to be wearing bad
makeup in front of my boss, so I went to one of the dressing rooms
to hide, and beat the hell out of Reneé.
I found her in the dressing room, and I started to yell at her, when
Val walks in with a very amused expression. (Don't remember what
she was wearing - possibly her leather corset.) At this point, I
realize that Reneé was Val's minion, and I should just go
along with whatever the hell was going on.
<tmi>
At some point after that, we ended up on stage, (If there was anybody
in the audience, I don't remember them.) Val dropped her skirt,
and it was time for me to start licking away. She certainly seemed
to enjoy it a lot - I had my tongue piercings in my dream, which
helped. The odd thing is that when she started talking and
moaning, it didn't sound like Val - the timbre was off, and
the pitch too high. (Perhaps I was mixing elements in of how
savia's voice sounds, I don't know.) There were plenty of tactile
sensations, but no smell or taste. Mmm, crinkly.
<tmi>
Sometime after that was over, I started walking around the city, and
I saw on these giant billboards ads for Sabrina (weez's maid of
honor) in a XXX-rated show, with a picture of Sabrina looking
vaguely bemused. The theatre was free-standing, with no other
buildings around, and really tall. It might have been imported
from Vegas, but it was too run-down to tell. I may have been
walking around in my dream-Boston, which I should probably write
about at some point. (I've dreamt of it about six or seven times.)
All in all, this was one of the more surrealistic dreams I've had
for a while.
3 Aug 1999
Don't remember much about this dream, except that I was in Chicago for
some conference, and I hung out with my Dad a lot.
1 Aug 1999
Went out to eat with Sioz and Paeyl, came home, had massive and explosive
bowels, then extreme fatigue. Took a nap. Woke up at 1AM, thus
missing hep's party, and feeling very depressed. Don't remember any
imagery from the dream itself, but as I lay wondering what to do
or if I could go back to sleep, the image of an L bracket being
surrounded by a staple sprung to mind, with the L vanishing and
becoming a person.
After I went to sleep again, I dreamt that I was involved with Quentin
Tarrantino on a screenplay, and I was playing "The Genius". I don't
remember much, except that there was something involving run-over
twin little girls in some sort of hilarious fashion.
30 Jul 1999
Dreamt about conflicting with my brother, falling in snow/slush, and
launching a missile to firebomb a building. Details fuzzy.
25 Jul 1999
I had two separate but vaguely related dreams: in one, the only bit I
remember is that my friend Bez and a cousin of his were there, and they
were both really elephants. The cousin had to go talk to my other
friend Atman, except Atman was about 6 years older than he is now,
was clean-shaven, short-haired, and was wearing a dark blue zoot suit
with blue plastic iridescent shoes that were gel-filled so that they
kept on changing colors when the pressure on the shoe changed (like
when he walked around.)
The second bit was that I was at an amusement-park like place, and I
ran across a woman whose "act" was that she was dissected on stage
for the amusement of the audience. Most of it was goopy make-up,
but I'm not sure how they did the rest.
24 Jul 1999
I dreamt that I had a small electric motorcycle (it was a Honda),
and I was traveling through the desert. At some point, it turned into
a vague fantasy adventure, with dragons. The main "neat" bit was that
I had a couple of keys made out of wood and bamboo, and at one point
to continue on, I had to insert the keys into the lock mechanisms, and
I could see the little tumblers moving in the lock, and aligning
properly. Nothing like dreaming about mechanical engineering.
I missed the alt.gothic.fashion shopping trip, due to getting up
late, getting phone calls right as I was about to leave, and horrible
traffic on the way in. Grrrr. I went and laid on the beach, though.
That was nice.
23 Jul 1999
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a Scandinavian country, in a
LARP. All the stores and whatnot were in English, though. Overall, the
dream was pretty boring.
22 Jul 1999
I had a series of somewhat disturbing dreams. In one part, I was
with two women, and called one of them the wrong name. The other
one (whose name it was) got all upset and ran off, thus making
me upset.
Later, in an unconnected dream (I think), there was a man
dressed all in white who kept on showing up. He kinda resembled
the actor who played Darth Maul (sans makeup). He didn't say
anything, and wasn't threatening, but he was quite uncomfortable
to be around. After a while, I got upset at the crappy mood of
the dream, and I started to yell at/question him. He didn't
respond to "Who are you?", and looked vaguely askance at "Are you
the Other?", but looked vaguely smug and nodded slightly when
asked "Are you my subconscious?" At that point, I didn't want to
deal with this irritating/boring/slightly depressing series of
dreams, so I woke up. At 5:30. Bleah.
21 Jul 1999
I dreamt that I was in my parents' house (and although it looked very
little like my real house, and the people and stuff therein
didn't resemble it at all, it was still symbolically my house.)
While poking around in the basement, I found an area where the
wall was filled with little tiny (4" x 3" or so) shelves, and I
ran into an old acquaintance from high school, Andy Longman. He
started talking about Jesus, or something like that, while I
went rifling through the drawers. About half the drawers were
filled with batteries, AA and 9-volts. Most of the rest were
empty, but one of them had a catheter tube, which I took "just
in case." (What the case was, I don't know.)
20 July 1999
Everybody seems to think it's extremely cool that I have gout.
19 Jul 1999
My foot proves to be too goddamned painful, so I go to the emergency
room, where I'm diagnosed with gout! I had only heard gout in
the context of 19th century novels, so I was kinda
surprised. Turns out it's the buildup of uric acid crystals in
the joints, thus causing lots o' pain. My bloodwork didn't show
excessive amounts of uric acid in my bloodstream, which slightly
confused them, so they prescribed me some big ol'
anti-inflammatories and vicodin. Vicodin helps me not at all,
alas.
16 Jul 1999
My dream from the previous evening: I don't remember much, but at
one point I looked closely at the scenery and noticed digital
artifacts from the visual effects used, and said "Aha! They need
to clean the film!"
15 Jul 1999 (Thursday)
I dreamt (in a drunken haze) of Norwegian women, who conveniently
had subtitles, so I could understand them. Other than that, the
dreams were pretty dull.
14 Jun 1999
Strange dream. I dreamt that I was female, and attempting to make
out with Sarah Michelle Gellar. I felt in my groin a sensation
to having to pee really badly, but I needed something to fill me
up, rather than having to let anything out. Sarah had small
nipples, and didn't seem to be too aware that she was showing
them.
13 Jun 1999
Depressing dream. I was quite depressed about not having an
undergrad degree, and there was some messianic imagery
associated with it for some reason. In a separate dream, I
dreamt that Austin Powers (me) was depressed, and jumped around
a lot to avoid getting hit because he was the target of guided
missiles. A woman tried to be the target instead of Austin, but
both of them ended up fleeing together. At the end, the managed
to escape by jumping down a steep cliff. (The jump was in slow
motion as seen from below.)
30 Jun 1999
I dreamt a couple of nights ago that I was naked, floating through
the air, and talking with George Lucas about security in
barcodes - namely, how to cryptographically secure tokens so
that they couldn't be tampered with, yet easily verify some sort
of sequence number involved with them. I had a really cool
scheme. Unfortunately, when I woke up, I realized it wouldn't
work. Ah well.
