Month: February 2012

TG’s mom has died and his sister needs a ride to the mortuary. The mortuary sends a car around to pick her up, while TG drives me to the mortuary. A storm causes a downpour as TG drives by several police cars that have blocked off a street. We stop in the parking lot by the American Cafe, and TG gets out of the auto and approaches a white guy with a gun.

TG pulls out a gun and shoots the other guys’ gun and ruins it. The guy throws his gun at TG and then TG runs to tackle the guy. The guy pulls out a straight razor just as TG opens his arms to grab the guy. The razor cuts TG’s left side open. Panicked, I get out of the auto to help TG, but the guy runs towards me with a raised razor.

::: I end the dream and wake up ::: I fall asleep, fall back into the dream scene, but change the endings like a DVD bonus.

1) I suddenly am a karate master and disarm the guy and kick his ass.

2) I look at the razor and turn it into a flower, making the guy look like a Banksy stencil.

3) I slow the movement down and go over to the guy and disarm him.

……. DREAM ENDS …….. Another dream begins…….

DH is a wanted man so he flees a building to save himself. He runs into a park and hides under a round structure. The structure is a sacred spot for the local Native Americans, so the police cannot go there and apprehend DH. Some guys in a truck try to nab DH but they are tricked about where DH is hiding spot.

DH runs away, clutching a dirty Fozzie the Bear doll (that, like Hobbs in Calvin and Hobbs, will come to life).

….. another transition ……

Fozzie and Samuel L. Jackson in the hood.

Fozzie is hiding in a garage in a rough hood of a big, urban city. There is barbed wire, graffiti, and junk strewn about the garage. A young junkie girl has just OD’d, and a dealer comes to call. When all seems lost, the Muppets save the day in a hilarious ending.

…….. alt ending ……..

The hood is rated PG this time and Samuel L. Jackson does not make a cameo. The young junkie still dies, but, instead of a dealer showing up, six women show up instead. They are dressed as kittens, and Fozzie sniffs the main cat’s butt to see who they are. He recognizes her scent and the other women laugh.

Thur., Jan. 12, 2012 (Marin County)

I go to a hotel room with TG and William Shatner. Shatner is talking about the date he has that night as I decided to wander away. I see my family in the dining room of the hotel and my mother ignores me. I look over to one side of where I stand and see a tour group full of masked Asians. Someone in the group mentions the “Lord of the Rings” film, and then another person in the group pukes on the ground. I see AM amble through the pile of vomit, and then a group of ROTC cadets run through it.

I wander away and find a dark area covered in graffiti. A guy shows up with a cut out stencil and asks me if he can paint it on the wall. I say “of course.” The guy sets it up on the wall and gets ready to spray the stencil. A black man in a suit comes out of a nearby doorway and yells at the sprayer. The sprayer yells back, gesturing to all the other graffiti and art that has been painted on the walls.

I wander off.

Wed., Jan. 11, Marin County

While trying to get a ticket for the Burningman festival, I get caught up in a phone scam. I meet a couple who walk in with me at the gate and the ticket they sold me is fake. Security throws me out, and a man sympathizes, handing me money which includes English pound coins.

I decide to wander to the 6pm side of the city. I see R and J at a poorly secured border. I walk over the shabby fencing and walk to an area that looks like a Middle Eastern souk (market). I see dark-skinned soldiers with long clubs and machine guns. I look over a wall and see an art installation that is a flock of huge, edible pink flamingos. I walk by New Orleans style bars and Munich style beer halls. A strange steam punk contraption appears over another wall. I go closer and look for Bishop Joey.

Wandering more alleys, the path narrows and crowds with revelers. I come out to another Burningman entrance! Outside the festival (again), I watch busloads of uniformed American soldiers exit with fanfare and enter the event for free with crowds cheering and applauding.

I wander to the 9pm side of the city. Over there, I see the LA skyline looming over crisscrossing freeway overpasses. This side of Burningman is empty. Several citizens walk by talking about the rumor that nasty winds blew down Larry Harvey’s statue of the man.

I walk back to 6pm and step over the shoddy fencing again. My phone rings. Answering, I have an elderly woman plead with me to stop calling her. I tell he I am not calling her, but we both discover that someone from the ticket scam is using my number.

Jan. 10, 2012 (Marin Co.)

My car breaks down in a poor section joust outside the loop of Southwest Athens, GA. I look at a map to try to figure out where I am going. I see my destination in the Northwest part of the loop. The map calls it “Gay District.” As I stand by my car in the slush, seeing my breath from the cold, local folks ask if they can help. As I begin to ask if they can figure out how to get me a tow truck, I think of AK and wonder if my friends in the NW of the loop are worried about me.

Jan. 9, 2012 (Marin Co.)