Category: Dreams

Eating at a restaurant with E.

Cash only and I don’t have enough, though I have a large bag full of play money, Chinese funeral money, etc.

I dig in the bag looking for enough to pay.

The restaurant has toilet problems so the waitress says I can help fix the toilet to make up the difference I owe.

While eating a tempeh appetizer, a man begins to talk to E. in another room.

ED shows up and then they all walk away.

I eat my tempeh quickly, just as my beet sandwich arrives. Trying to leave I stuff my bag behind a door and eat the sandwich as I walk in the direction they headed.

I see a large wooden deck, and, walking on to it, I see a huge rolling water park beyond the deck.

When was there a water park in San Francisco?

I look into the crowds and cannot find E, ED, and the man that led them away.

I start walking around to look for them and get turned around. Lost. Confused.

I get my phone out to try to call E., and it doesn’t work. I then forget E.’s name, and begin to cray.

I decide to leave the water park and only walk around in circles. Down ramps that lead nowhere. Down steps that lead to private dressing areas and private baths. Up ramps that lead to large bodies of water (I’m wearing my PJs so cannot swim away).

At an open lawn, I’m totally disoriented. I see a worker and ask her how to get out of the park. She looks at me with anime eyes and speaks gibberish.

Two co-workers walk up and have the same distant look. One of them speaks gibberish too.

“I see that you’re no help.”

I turn around to leave and one of the workers walks over to me.

She points over to a crowded area of the park.

“Do you see that whit Buddha Statue?”

There’s a last minute film festival in San Francisco, Berlin, and Sofia. All the brass bands and amazing films will be in Sofia. Berlin will have great parties too. San Francisco will show animated films with icing. They will mostly be about recovery. One film is about algae bread and how it is helping to feed the homeless and hungry. It is animated by putting icing on bread.

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Buying a new car – a truck – in a big field. The people running the lot don’t have keys so I keep calling the person who does. It’s getting late and I still can’t get in to the truck. MC and his brothers are on the property. MC doesn’t leave his truck because of his dogs. There are beautiful trails on the property. The field only recently got the car lot. Land is being cut back above one trail. Other familiar faces work at the car lot.

Drunks in Safeway by Golden Gate Bridge

blocking the exit

some really drunk, with a limitless credit card

playing an Atari 2600 on the flower counter

while talking about graffiti

The SFPD break up their party.

I speak with a policewoman as she tries to cuff a large woman.

The police haul the drunks away, leaving only graffiti on the floor at the entrance to Safeway.

Near the bridge, I hear people , and some of them walk by and give me a box that contains a recording.

They ask me to put it on a website, and they begin to illegally climb up the bridge.

I follow them a bit and then back off, realizing I’m still wearing my PJs.

I go down and pass a Golden Gate Transit worker, staring at a camera monitor.

I wander away from the bridge along a trail, passing a fisherman eating a sandwich while sitting in his boat.

I approach a huge elevator, go inside, and run into a friend.

We talk about porn, and other people join in.

I look out the lift and see an amazing view of the Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.

The ride ends so I exit with groceries and bags of stuff. I rebag it all and see:

a pistol, an Atari 2600 game cartridge, and three bags.

I strike up a conversation with a cool woman.

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…