Tag: Dreams

Envisioned amazing images of rocks and chunks of metal cubes dropping into deep, beautiful canyons.

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I go camping with a friends, so I cut out a bottle-pieced shape of fabric. Another group of people are coming to camp with us and their tent sites are easily marked in a neat line down a patch of land. I put a zoot suit on just before they arrive. They see the suit and love it. I feel embarrassed for not knowing how to speak Spanish. A large woman in the group smiles at me. An Asian woman in the group has a small dog. “I must shit rat-sized poop!” Without saying goodbye, I take a bike home to cut out another fabric vial.

10/31/2011

I am on retreat and taking performance workshops. I sleep in a building that sits by a rocky beach along a large body of water. A fence runs along the beach and marks the retreat’s property. I can still see a beautiful beachscape on my walk to the workshops.

In the practice space, we end the session with a bit of physical improv. I sit on the floor and sip an imaginary bowl of soup. I eventually make loud sipping noises. We take a break for lunch and I sit on a picnic table while an older black woman makes a group of us laugh.

Walking back to my room along the fence, I look over to the amazing view while I set my bag down. Behind a large object that is on the beach, I see a whale tail breach the water. I get excited and run back to my bag to get my camera. I frame the shot, focus the camera, and notice the details of the scene.

Sharks are in a frenzy, eating the flailing whale. The object in front of this grisly scene is a beached whale. I drop the camera from my view and look down the rocky shore’s horizon. I see beached whales fading into the sunny haze. I look out into the water and see ships. They seem to be trying to avert the whale catastrophe.

Someone on the beach walks up to me and opens a section of the fence. An old, skinny man thanks the person and goes out to the beach where the whales are located. He is a scientist and did not have any other way to get onto the beach. I go over to him and ask him some questions, but I do not go near the animals.

As I watch the emergency unfold, I realize that I am at this retreat for a while longer. I wonder what the smell of rotting whale flesh is like, and if it will be strong.

May, 18, 2011

Recurring Dream Fragment:

A woman with long red hair keeps stealing red packs of Pall Malls out of the old pantry in the mortuary apartment’s den. I was speaking with someone near where my dad’s recliner would be. The woman walked in with an Asian man who was holding a shadeless lamp. As they walked to a van packed with stuff, she shook her head and told the man “No, it’s too much.” Then she turned and walked to the pantry, about ten feet from where I stood.

I usually do not catch her stealing the Pall Malls. This time I yelled “stop!” “Those aren’t yours, you bitch!” She grabbed them and began to walk away. I tried to chase her, but she disappeared in a dream-time blur.

I decided not to let this happen again, so took out a pencil and a piece of brown paper to leave a note to B and A. The note said, “Hide your cigs!” I couldn’t read it on the brown paper, so got a pen and rewrote the note on a piece of white paper.

This was the first time I attempted to stop her stealing cigarettes in the next dream. And the first time I actively tried to stop her.

While on a road trip with A., we stop to buy food for a picnic. A. announces that today is his birthday and begins to cry. I ask him why is he crying on his birthday and he answers “I hope that my children are celebrating it.”

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My parent and I move in to a one-room apartment. I have a few possessions to move in. There is a community cafe where the customers all pitch in to help run.

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My parent’s white car is in the garage.

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Walking back to the apartment, I see a line of odd fish (with feet) and fish bones curving past the entrance to the apartment. The line goes to the storm drain. I walk into the apartment and it is empty. My parents are gone, and I cannot find my things. So I walk back to the cafe which looks different and is full of new people. I walk to another building and find a few of my things. I realize that this place is cursed and I need to get as far away from here as possible.

I put my butterfly knife in my pocket. I go through a chest of drawers and find a pair of my father’s glasses. Some of the drawers are in upside down. Realizing that I have lost my parents, I walk on to the street and try to hitch a ride far away.

Lock the back door.

Turn out all the lights.

Tonight a long-dead lover

comes to visit.

You must ignore the doorbell

and hope that the windows don’t get tapped.

You latched the windows, right?

The phone rings instead.

Deciding to pick it up,

you hear your sister on the line.

March 23, 2011

I walk into a train station and see AE playing keyboards in the middle of a bike repair shop. He introduces me to some of the people there and then points to a soft ball that recently went through a window. The power goes out so AE packs up his gear. We walk to the tracks to catch a train. A train pulls up and is full uniformed men. A sign on the side of the train says “for observation only. A second, one-car train arrives behind the other one and we get on.

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Three men walk by three men sitting in front of a house. One of the seated men takes a pistol and shoots at the walkers. As the walkers run away, the last walker gets shot in his upper left arm. He sits down in an empty chair. The injured walker looks at his wounded arm and then sticks his right hand into the wound. Either in shock, or not phased from the shooting, he starts a conversation with the sitting men.

May 14, 2011