Month: October 2012

I am on a school or college campus and hold a marker pen. A female student gives me a can of spray paint and I stuff it in my coat pocket. “I can’t do much with this color,” I say. She takes me through the back workings of the school. We see two other men painting while others look on. They may step in and tell the painters how to paint. The female student takes me out to the edge of the campus. She walks through a fence. I push it and a piece opens up.

We arrive at a wall where JN is painting. I take the grey can and spray under someone’s female lip stencil. I get the idea of doing another set of lips and then JN packs his paint and leaves. A party arrives. I find myself in a small room full of women. Food arrives and a man hands me a pizza box with a few leftover slices. I take one. An attractive woman talks about somewhere else later. I put my hand in her vest pocket. She steps back. “I’ll go with you”, I say as I hold her hand. She recoils and I leave the tiny room.

One woman reads Slingshot with a funny cover. The woman tells another woman that a piece of art she has is now worth $1,000. I go to a large room and see three-foot tall cans of spray paint. Most of the cans are filled with black paint. I grab them and take them to the wall. I go to the kitchen and get a bowl of odd-looking salad. I walk outside and hear singing. A man has music coming out of his backpack on his body and sings along to the tunes.

I wake up…

I am in the seat of a horse-drawn carriage and approach another one. “On your left,” I yell, but my horse decides to go right. A collision almost happens but my horse gets free from his tackle and gallops down the road. At a bridge, a car has to swerve to avoid the horse.The car crashes into the creek running under the bridge.

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DH drives me to a cafeteria. We pass a large mall-like building that has umbrellas placed around it. It appears to be a promotional, interactive game. In the huge parking lot, DH drives fast, crushing cans and litter along the way. He swerves just before driving into traffic.

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In the cafe I see RB and MC and do not talk to RB. The cafe is crowded. I notice a new issue of Cracked on the magazine rack. A blonde man stocks candy at the end of an isle. “What, no more antacids?” I find MC in the crowd and we chat. He really liked the email that I sent him.

I am at an Occupy encampment. As I settle down in my just-set-up tent, a group of Native Americans arrive at the camp. Their chief wears a full head dress and commands them to set up camp. I move my tent back a bit to make space for them.

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SB pilots a jet and takes me for a fight. He keeps going higher and eventually touches the outer atmosphere. I look out the window and see strange vessels floating in air streams. I look out at the horizon and see factories belching smoke into the haze. The jet slowly starts rocking like a boat. We dock at a port city in the North Pole.

The North Pole is like the Wild West: rough living and contant harassment. We protect ourselves from a group of thieving children. A man grabs a beautiful woman and the she turns and flips him over her shoulder.

SB and I end up in a tree, staking out a group of black gangsters who are holed up in a duplex. The gangsters dress like police in an attempt to escape the North Pole.

A group of real police approach them. A female police begins to talk to them about James Brown. James Brown seems to be in negotiations with another group of police regarding their escape from the North Pole. He’s talking his way out of trouble!