I may have not written in a while, and real life may be awful busy, but that doesn't mean my brain hasn't also run rampant with chaos. Here are some samplings of what I was able to jot down of my nightly musings:

- Had a dream that I was at a party and invited Bill Murray. He came. Everyone started playing a grammar game that we both didn't understand.

- Weird cult where they forced kids to have sex; I was running from machine gun fire in a town that was exploded in oatmeal. Later on in the dream I had to have a smack-down ala Street Fighter in this Japanese looking room with another girl. Threw her around like a rag doll.

March 10th
Was holding a baby pig; also was friend with these girls, found out later my mom had seen them dead in the playground, murdered by a pedophile; one of their legs was cut off, and they were stuck together like Siamese twins.

March 12th
Dream where i was in a huge art studio, and we were doing an exercise where i needed to make a summer themed puppet - I found a stuffed cheeseburger and tried to get matching cloth, but it wasn't working; also there was a point where i was friends with Lady Gaga and she was taking a shower in my grandma's old bathroom.

Labels: animals, Bill Murray, family, Lady Gaga, murder

| 8:20 AM |

Sorry, just getting these all posted now. There's a lot of 'em - don't fall asleep!

Jan. 19-20
My sister worked at this amusement part in a seedy area of Keansburg. She had made this 1st person shooter video game and then was showing us around. I saw pictures of her in this newspaper. I was trying to gather them in my hands. Also, my stepfather was Jeff Bridges and he gave me little pieces of paper with the amounts of money he owed me.

In another, there was a salon that was also selling ice cream - people were swarming the place, digging their hands into big bowls of it. One of the hairdressers (a dark skinned, brunette dude) led me to this elevated seat where he (I guess) was giving me a haircut. Then I remember I paid, but I don't think I gave him a good tip. I was still there going through old school papers, and I found an old fortune cookie fortune that said something like "You no snow" which we thought was quite funny. Then they put up a sign in the salon which announced they were requiring a large tip (however, the sign said "5.3333 to 17" or something equally in-cohesive.) They were not letting me leave until I paid, and I was anxiously trying to dig through my wallet for money.

Jan. 22
I was a boy and I was trying to find my way through this department store. I had my little sister with me. There was something I needed to find, so I went to the upstairs portion. However, when I finally reached the top I realized it was an adult novelty store/peep show, so I hastily made my way back down the escalator trying not to provoke attention. Coming out the door, two cast escaped and we were chased by policemen. That cats were scared but we calmed them down.

At another point we were waiting outside and were approached by a bully. Somehow we beat him and hid the evidence in two bags we were carrying, then innocently sauntered away.

The dream after this one was that Ryan and I were a brother and sister duo (that wasn't really brother and sister), and we were in this sort of foster family pretending to be younger than we were because we were really aliens/cyborgs/something not normal. I kept switching between being the main character and seeing that girl from an outside perspective. At one point there was a pelvic exam on top of the hood of the car, which we tried to protest against. Then we were in bed and my dad was tucking us in, and we felt odd since we were being treated like we were 5 or 6 when we felt in our 20s. I walked around and oddly felt as if I was smaller than everyone even though I wasn't. Other children exclaimed "Wow, you're getting so tall." I walked around, crawling a bit, pretending to play the part of a small child. There was a boyfriend of one of the family members who was a suspicious guy.

I explored and saw someone on TV getting angry because his house was made of ice. He kicked in the door and it fell over, cracking a small piece off. Inside this piece of ice was a small diamond that made them rich. I carried this diamond away in my mouth and placed it in a saucer on our end table.

Not sure how this came next, but R was on a conveyor belt net going over a dump. I climbed on and Bill Murray followed. He pointed out that there was a human brain at the green checkpoint ahead. It was small and he picked it up to give to me, so that I could study the human brain better. We went around in a loop (we were slightly worried we would fall.) In the center was a large drill encased in glass.

Suddenly I was the R (male) part of the dream, and I realized that my "sister" and Mr. Murray had gone down into the "C" middle portion of the lot, where they were taking a tour of the drill. I followed them in, and all of sudden there was an alarm: they were evacuating because of an explosion. R (or I) ran through this flash threshold and into this dreamy, neon cavernous world that almost seemed to be upside down. There was fire pouring down like lava. I saw myself turn into an alien of some sort (but really my head just looked like a giant, doughy dumpling, with a big split for a mouth.) A voice informed me this was to ensure I could survive in the environment. I entered another threshold and was inside a futuristic looking department store, with different areas of products being sold. I found Bill Murray, slightly greyed, and the girl as well. But she had aged about 16 years and was now a grown woman, though still possessing child-like manners.

We perused a shelf of beauty products, where I found a glittery lip balm. We took it along with us and urged Bill to follow. We exited the threshold and were back to "reality", only older now. We also realized that we were being followed by a robot that looked like IG-88. Bill expressed his disdain - he had known that this was going to happen.

I'm not really sure what happened next - what the string of events actually was. I know at some point in the dream I was walking in Prague towards my old apartment in Nusle. I had just passed the corner where I had waited for the tram and was wondering if it was the right place. I figured I might as well move forward and see if things looked familiar. The homes looked like slightly upscale brownstones.

Unfortunately, that's all I can remember right now. Perhaps the rest will come back to me at some point, when I least expect it.

Labels: aliens, animals, Bill Murray, diamond, family, Jeff Bridges, money, prague

| 7:19 PM |

From what I can recall....

Date Unknown
Dream took place in a museum for Tim Burton. However, it had a whole bunch of other crazy artist's work there, and hands-on exhibits that looked straight out of the 70s. There was a roof to play dodge ball on, a bar Woody Allen frequented that sold really good burgers, and little miniature food. I was ogling over them for most of the dream.

Sunday morning
I had a dream that I was at my parent's wedding in a huge countryside. R's dad and grandma were there, and we were trying to get a bike to ride to the waterside. We had to wait for one to become available, so we gave him $5, but then he disappeared later. Suddenly, it seemed that we were in a huge bus (it was cheaper to have a wedding there then at a venue.)

My mom, brother and I drove to a farm that from the window I could see was having a weird animal sacrifice with three chickens. Before anything weirder happened we arrived and set foot on the grass, where there were metal clippers holding blades of grass _ I was nervous as I was barefoot. We went inside to use the bathroom, which had a window that overlooked the front lawn. There was a pond there and street signs scattered about. The photographer/farmer came in (I guess it wasn't a bathroom anymore) and R was there. We were getting married, apparently, and he was taking our picture. We cuddled together on the edge of the pond between the street signs that said our names. I was trying to hold my dress up lest I be topless. He didn't have the right camera, but he asked how I liked it and I said this was "Rockin, man" or something stupid like that.

Minutes later The Daily Show came on the TV and showed my embarrassing line. Jon Stewart was gently picking fun at me, my entire name on the screen below. He commended my word usage.

I was excited to be on TV so I went outside and tried to convince my mom to let me drive the bus back to the wedding party to bring them back to see. She said no, cause it would take up gas, that they could walk back here. She said, you can walk over there and tell them. I laughed and asked how I would tell them, "by pantomiming?" I then started to pantomime my actions of getting to the farm....

...and then R woke me up from the dream.

I notice I seem to keep having this moment at the end of my dreams where I try to explain what the dream was about, or remember parts of it. However, since I am technically still unconscious at that time, it is all done through the world of the dream.

Very Inception-like indeed.

Labels: animals, food, jon stewart, museum, recall, wedding

| 10:18 AM |

I had been looking forward to sleep this weekend, but apparently my brain decided that it wasn't time to rest. On Sunday I slept till 2:30pm (a common habit of mine nowadays), and it seems my dreams got even more lucid and weirder the longer I tossed and turned, my alarm buzzing intermittently.

Here is a look at the weekend through my mind's unconscious eye.
Wonder what it's trying to tell me....

Friday, Dec 10th
- Dream about ships and boats; animals having to be loaded onto them
- I ran away around the corner from my old house to  a person's yard which had a zoo - along the fence there were rabbits, lizards, etc.. One rabbit had the three points of death on his paw. When I walked inside I saw a sting ray tank and indoor amusement park rides. i went around to the back bathroom and used their plush lawn as a hideout place.

Saturday, Dec. 11th.
Victorian era: i was in a class outdoors on an Alice in Wonderland book and the teacher wanted us to write an essay on it -  i was the only one who wrote a negative one so he decided to publish it. However my purse (the one I have in real life) I deposited in a canvas tarp with a preserved shark and it was taken away in a horse and buggy. During the fair at the same location the next day we were walking over a little bridge above mud and my white headphones were sticking out. I pulled them out and found my purse among garbage. We alerted the police who waived the fee (after a series of weird electronic store commercials) and then I logged online to see a blogger whom I would be swapping with. she was in film as well, and her links were exactly like mine.

Sunday, Dec. 12th
Was going to my high school for a reunion; to celebrate we were graduating all over again for some reason. I was wearing an emerald evening gown and was sort of proud to be seen looking older and more put together. No one really recognized me. My aunt talked to me on the way in and said she was proud i had beat cancer (?); I told her she had me mixed up with someone else and was a bit pissed that she could make such a mistake. I walked into this big auditorium where everyone was sitting in folding chairs and saw a few of my old friends. I had a huge cheeseburger that I shared with E. I walked over to get some soda, but it spilled on my dress a bit and I had to wipe it with soap and water from the bar server.

Then we started lining up outside for the procession and I climbed into a bed nearby (my old bed?) and found a dead bug (looked like a cockroach but I couldn't be sure.) They were moving ahead so I ran to catch up and found that R had surprised me by coming. I hugged him as I was so happy to have him there, then play punched him as we moved up. We had to crawl through this gold-lined window vortex and lost some of the people we were with.

When we walked out of it, we were in a small theater and I was carrying a bazooka. I turned around and said "Hi" to Sir James Earl Jones, who was sitting, smiling in the seats by himself. We walked out to a bunch of people having a party and a policeman that looked like Kevin James in a mustache. He led us into a room where Amy Sedaris was doing testing on mice. They were in little plastic bubbles and were fed Pop Tarts. There were also tiny bunnies in tiny plastic globes that would pop out and spark mutiny with the other bubbled bunnies at any given moment. Amy ate one of them like a popcorn.

Labels: amy sedaris, animals, childhood, family, food, james earl jones, school

| 10:53 AM |

Some belated dreams......

August 2010

• Walking behind my house into an area I've never explored, going into people's houses for sale. Finding one where a dog was running around (possibly trying to shoot a gun?) and someone picked it up, shrunk it down and put it in their mouth. I was going through someone's jewelry box and they had love notes from school inside.
• Was going on a roller coaster that went underwater, but missed it because they were busy checking my huge bag.
• Went exploring other parts of the amusement park, where they had dioramas made of cake, as well as all the toys from my childhood
  
  • I found some old index card notes from the past
  • We were having a fundraiser for something, and I was trying to print out the poster for it
  • At one point there was a stuffed bagel
  • I was trying to write a manga about a scientist and his daughter

Labels: animals, food, gun, roller coaster

| 3:00 PM |

Here's some interesting symbolism from this morning's allergy-ridden (attempted) slumber:

April 13, 2010
I was chasing a llama and her basket of multicolored eggs down my old block. It wouldn't let me get near them, it kept butting me, so i took a stick and used it to fish the backet towards me, then ran away with the eggs. Later, I ate them whole, shells and all. They put it on tv, me running after the llama, for the news' "Two Thumbs Up" segment.

Next I was at work, where someone's Nintendo DS had the word "flot" (as if they were trying to write "flood" but were too retarded.) A girl was stuffing blown balloons down her bra as a makeshift push-up. I ended up sitting at the wrong computer twice, and also started talking about our different types of conference calls with another employee. Later I tried grabbing a healthy water that had odd flavors.

Also had dream that dad was trying to sabotage our garage sale at our neighbors with a piece of construction demolition equipment.

Labels: animals, childhood, eggs, work

| 2:23 PM |

Another instance last night that I recalled events within my dream, possible to ensure that this carried on in my conscious state...

April 20, 2010
I was trying to get home in a taxi, but the driver let me off saying I could take the train...the neighborhood was unfamiliar and i was trying to find 8th street and church. i found a building where the art class i had joined was starting. we were watching a film about what we would learn: drawing flapper's cheeks, acting out the facial expressions that the Disney Gaston character does animated....then I got pulled out of class by a guidance counselor. (It might be interesting to note that I remember taking two buckets of crayons with me and placed them outside the door, as I was sure I'd be coming back.)

The creative directors (who were actually from my work) told that I was not good enough to be in the art class, as they had never seen me draw-I had only been a producer to them. They tried to test my know-how by having me direct this drawing he did of a whale with geese around it. i could see the line drawing was fine, but he said it needed to look like a REAL photographic whale which included detailed shadowing the looked like pebbles. this continued to plague my mind in odd flashbacks to these pebblic images.

I joined R in a rally for the Razzie awards where Sandra Bullock was trying to convince people not to let her win. We were calling her Jessie though. She did a song for us saying that I was the one he needed to take care of and pay attention to, and they drew hearts out of chalk and all that jazz, and it was all very sweet and romantic. I told R about my creative director thing, angry that I wasted money on a class I couldn't take. I went back and told the directors (who were scrambling to get their works done for their clients) they were drawing their images too big and need to do it on a small scale, like I did. I left triumphantly.

I also realized that when I tried to think of Sandra's name this morning, I drew an absolute blank. I could only think of the name Jessie, which consequently, is her asshole husband.

I think this dream might have had something to do with me worrying that my skills are not being utilized, and that I miss doing some of the things I used to do (like drawing) in my daily life. Or perhaps on a larger scale it means I feel I'm not living up to my potential?

And how the hell do Sandra Bullock and a whale factor into this?

Labels: animals, art, brooklyn, drawing, geese, sandra bullock, taxi, whale

| 9:02 AM |

I swear, I don't plan on the alliteration. It just sort happens.

So far, the notebook system is working. And by notebook I mean using a scrap of paper in my purse to frantically scribble any key words I can scrape up from my morning-addled mind.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010
At home in Jersey; dad brought home these odd cow/deer/dog looking things (they were cute, with fuzzy muzzles). First they slept next to all of us in bed, but I was afraid they might attack me so I got up. We let them go outside to do their business.

Next I had a dream that I was reenacting the film "World's Greatest Dad" (even though I only know the story from other sources; I've never seen it.) His kid had a Jew-fro and wrote with crayon all over the floor as he was a dunce. I was the teenage daughter who upon going into the bathroom to see if dad was still brushing his teeth, found my creative director from work doing a terrible impression of Robin Williams and a cow under the table. I walked in and we watched a cat spin around in a fan outside the window. It promptly puked chunks all over the floor, which I then had to clean up. 

I'm usually not squeamish when it comes to disgusting things, but that cat puke was nasty, and I felt myself getting sick to my stomach. What can this cat puke mean?

Labels: animals, childhood, puke, robin williams

| 10:31 AM |

Nothing much last night. I've been too dang tired!

Here are a few figments that I can recall:

March 17, 2010
- playing hide and seek in a supermarket; cute dog who runs after a stick, lands in water and then marches, saying "hup, 2-3-4"

Yeah, Ive had better. But I've also had worse.

Labels: animals, supermarket, water

| 8:52 AM |

I always forget to fall back, spring forward. As a result, my sleep patterns were a little disrupted by the early morning darkness and he confusing alarm clock, and I can hardly remember any dreams at all last night.

However, I did manage to recall those from Saturday morning (or should I say afternoon, since I woke up at 2pm, thinking it was 1pm. I love how I just blame daylight savings for my laziness.)

Sunday, March 14
Pee Wee Herman was putting on a show with codfish or trout; I was careful not to step in the water. Then I decided to walk through a Saks-like cosmetics corridor in my high heels. I tried to get my hands on all the testers, and tried on every pair of shoes along the way. Then I was in this special spa room where we got crappy catered food. In the toy room, Ryan and I were sitting next to a stuck-up woman with her mother and daughter. Behind us were stuffed animal terrier dogs. I was carrying around a K'nex (or an erector set) of a squid looking creature, and Ryan reached in to grab a toy gun that made really loud sounds and said "Transformers. More Than Meets the Eye." The woman looked annoyed. We moved on.

There was a water slide in the place. It let you off into a small pool right by the street which made us worrisome. Ryan went on first while I took one of my shirts off and left the top one on. Two girls helped me button back up and we were shown on a jumbo tron to much innuendo.

You were sprayed with a hose first to get ready for the water. At one point I got up next in line and realized I had not gotten sprayed yet, and had to go back down. The owner of the thing was being an asshole (he looked like the bad guy from Mad Max.) I was eating some pasta off a paper plate while waiting for Ryan....

....and then I woke up and realized I was drooling onto my pillow.

Mmmmm, dream pasta....

Labels: animals, pasta, pee wee, saks, shopping, water slide

| 9:37 AM |

I had to repeat these dreams to myself multiple times this morning in the shower to keep from them slipping away from my memory. They kept flickering in and out of my mind. Luckily, I had the bright idea to write down keywords to help me keep them in mind for when I actually wrote them down.

I had three different ones last night/this morning!

March 12, 2010
- On Harmony Rd with Ryan and others talking about an alien encounter; also saw an injured fox crossing the road; met with my aunt and uncle on Salisbury, waiting for my parents to join us (was Harrison Ford here again?)

- Went to a party that my cousin was throwing for a friend int his warehouse looking beer joint in NJ; however, first the phone caught on fire, then someone tried to cook something and the stove went on fire. we pulled the fire alarm, and we all fled; i had my yellow leather purse and almost took one that looked just like it. outside looked like my old neighborhood behind us on Ravatt Rd; the people I was with disappeared underground. Suddenly I was a entrapped by an inner GPS system that would only let me look at things from above. I was in a car trying to get home, but it kept picking me up and dropping me into odd roads. It places me in the middle of nowhere and I had to hold my breath and go underwater, to see my neighborhood amidst watery muck as I tried to navigate through it before I lost my breath.

- Ryan and I were on the Q subway; a guy sat next to me and we were fighting as he was saying that I was taking up to much room; we were watching a movie with gratuitous violence...Sarah Silverman locked in a house while a killer tried axing his way though...she was clutching a stuffed bunny and hiding under the floorboards; then we saw the outside where the police were, and some crazy woman came out with a chainsaw and sliced halfway through a guy's head; fake looking red clear guts came out; later I realized this was a Tarantino movie .

Labels: animals, chainsaw, childhood, film, fire, fox, harrison ford, home, murder, Sarah Silverman, Tarantino, underwater

| 8:25 AM |

I think this annoyance with not being able to remember my dreams is permeating my sub-conscious. Last night, I recounted everything in my dream WHILE MY DREAM WAS STILL HAPPENING. Odd right? After the bulk of my dream occurred, I sat down on a couch and shared all the events with another character. I think this was my brain's sneaky way of ensuring I would definitely remember everything when I woke up. Clever brain!

So here it is, in all its glory:

March 10, 2010
- There was an earthquake on an island called Atlanta (Georgia?) and the roads were floating in the water like giant icebergs. I was staying in a Jamaican house with two other guys. At some point one of those guys was Harrison Ford, and he went out with his wife to try to rekindle their romance. But when he came back from work the next day she had left a note that said "sorry g2g."

Every once in awhile we would go out to see the damage and prepare for a worse flood and/or earthquake to come back (so said the weather forecast...every day). We found an old necklace from back in the 80s that had washed up. I also found I could communicate with dolphins, and they were trying to save us from impending doom.

Labels: animals, apocalypse, dolphin, earthquake, flood, harrison ford, jamaican, necklace

| 7:42 AM |

Honestly, I must have reminded myself three times this morning of what I had exactly dreamed about last night, but I've forgotten half once again. I think the stress of getting to work and then the onslaught of mayhem to follow has been slowly pushing all of my dream memories into places I can't access consciously. Stupid brain.

I've been having numerous dreams throughout the night; each time I wake up, my mind resets itself to dream up something else. This makes it a lot harder to remember them. I would write them down before I forget if I wasn't a lazy, grumpy not-morning person who can't even walk to the bathroom in a straight line upon first getting up.

Discipline is needed.

March 1st
- visiting farm with some weird art performance where a guy dressed like Hitler dances with a pig decorated with swastikas

- stopped on a camping spot in a pretty spring forest where I saw a bunch of baby animals that had been born; there was a family of foxes that looked at us, and I described them as having the faces of children and fuzzy wisps of fur

- visited an arcade as Robin Williams' daughter and ordered chinese, where I kept finding broke utensils in my food; tried (and failed) at stealing someone's quarters....there were also some weird coins with cameo like designs on them

- realized that there was an apartment open above ours...went and investigated and found that it was gigantic and looked out to the water with castle-like buildings in BG. the kitchen was airy and big (modern looking), there were four bedrooms: one was european looking with a slanted ceiling and four paned window, one had its own bathroom; i was talking to the people who lived there to see if Ryan and our two roommates (?) could move in at some point; then my uncle J and G hyrbid started yelling about the government and money and saying we couldn't stay, so we fought and I ran back to tell Ryan we needed to get the apt ASAP

Labels: animals, arcade, baby, birth, dance, food, hitler, money, nazi, pig, spring

| 10:23 AM |

I could go into detail here about these particular dreams, but I think it's much more interesting to leave it to the perplexed imagination to decipher these riddle-like phrases:

2009 (Dates Unknown)
- ant war with badgers, secret hotel room with ovens on, stuff left in oven and pantry, kit kat machine that has screen, deceased prostitute/porn star leaving curse

- transported to england, very blue oceans for miles to see

- fell in love with spider

- reading spanish credit report for black stepfather

- no doubt concert, could have won a Toyota or coral jewelry gift certificate if i raised my hand when they sang a certain song that i cant remember now, and had actually never heard them do, so i was googling the lyrics; talking to anna wintour on a couch

- winona movie where she is a strange concubine; me and ryan getting our pizza slices mixed up with two large black women, me throwing one of them because the other ate mine; hanging from a tree and might die if i fall, but didn't.

Labels: animals, ants, kit kat, no doubt, pizza, winona

| 3:47 PM |

I've been sick for about three days now with god knows what. For those of you who have been in the throes of sickness, you understand that your dreams can get pret-ty crazy.

...And Winona shows up yet again! Who knew that I was subconsciously thinking about her...

(For another example of a medication-induced dream trip, visit an earlier post from around the same time last year after my wisdom tooth operation.)

Feb. 9, 2010 - had a dream i was in charge of doing nomination notes for oscars, and i had to do so for avatar. as i started watching the film i found myself in it. the story went as follows: ppl went into a weird capsule to record journal thoughts aloud, then it switched into a gym mode where you could play ball and exercise. the balls went haywire at one point on this guy, and the government realized that in order to keep it from malfunctioning you had to keep all your garbage and junk. this would eventually turn to dust however and be dangerous to humans. we went into a spacecraft and traveled forwards into the future by accident. we were in the same city but all the humans had perished (frozen in dust).

we found a few people still alive being transported to another planet for safety, but only 42 could go at a time. so we pretended to have different names and accents and met the government people. meanwhile, i found out that the movie tickets when peeled open became medical insurance cards with my dad's company name "Orange" on it. He decided to investigate as we laid low. We encountered a hospital worker who was freaking out as she was asked to treat a child because her children didn't have insurance. There was some creepy sick child imagery I kept seeing as she refused to help them. Don't remember much after that.

Also had a dream that I was walking around Italy with my family and we were walking somewhere and a car passed by. He said "Winona you ever got a ride in a car before?" He believed I was Winona Ryder. So we went with it, and my family played along. We ran up to him casually. I introduced my mom and pop, my aunt Addie, and my brother Tin King. (For some reason we were all hick-looking). I shook hands with the kid and his father and asked him what movie of mine he loved best. He said "The Gladiator". I said " I don't think that's one of mine, but that's O.K."

We piled into the backseat squished as I texted friends telling them i needed more Winona facts to keep the lie going. I also wondered if I should tell the kid to keep his mouth shut so he didn't start any gossip that got to the real Winona (I felt I owed her that much.)At the end of the dream we decided to ditch them while pretending to go to the water fountain.

Feb 9, 2010 - I was in a toy store (a deja vu from a previous dream I've had in the past) picking out toy dinosaurs with my family and remembering where everything was the last time: play food, plastic hamburgers, a shelf with some wood slats and some other pen thing. there was a group of 80s looking people on the floor watching something, i joined them. later on in the dream, R and I needed to buy a condom, but didnt want to arouse suspicion, so we decided to buy something else as well. for some reason we picked a $100 japanese scroll. at the register i changed my mind and got a harriet beecher stowe diary reprint, which also had diaries by other famous women in it.

the toy store then turned deserted and i had to hide from a willem defoe-type villian. I climbed a shelf and hid there. when he spotted me i jumped down and bounced from aisle top to aisle top like a samurai. i stabbed him with some dark sword and squeezed lemon juice on his wounds. i then went to the parking lot to try and stop his minion. he rode a horse, so i tried to spook it at every turn, getting him away from the entrance. finally he got into an oil tanker and rammed into a car leaking gasoline and it exploded.

Labels: animals, avatar, childhood, family, film, horse, murder, winona

| 3:35 PM |

Well, this one is from awhile ago. The only record I have is this AIM transcript of me explaining it to a friend. Another story I thought was a great idea for a film.....but ultimately wasn't.

sailorzortian: well this one is harder to remember
sailorzortian: cause my family was in it
sailorzortian: and we went back and forth from my house to this other house in the middle of nowhere
sailorzortian: there wasnt much of a flow most of the time
sailorzortian: but there never is in dreams i guess
sailorzortian: in it, we have a cornfield, and we live under the roots of trees, because the world ended or its deserted or something
sailorzortian: but this is all going on as a little game me and my sister are playing with a train we ride in my house
sailorzortian: but anyway, in this "town" my family and i are doing our thing, and we end up riding makeshift cars, and we run into another that has our lost baby trapped inside and this blonde woman
sailorzortian: and we try to apprehend her, and we get the baby, and then this king comes by and i grab the key he has, and we're kinda tossing it back and forth trying to get it ourselves
sailorzortian: so then some time passes, and the wind knocks down everyone else's crops and such
sailorzortian: and then we're watching this movie and i want to invite this guy i like inside (who has a goattee) but my dad says no because he looks at his eyes and sees he's been smoking weed, and tells me he wins poker that way
sailorzortian: so he goes away, and im mad
sailorzortian: and then later on more ppl come to our village, and my grandma lets this pregnant woman sleep in our home
sailorzortian: and other villagers come
sailorzortian: and there's something weird going on
sailorzortian: so i go inside the hardware store and these ghost girls are looking for me, and i can disappear for some reason
sailorzortian: and i go upstairs and the guy i like is telling me not to tell anyone because he's made a deal with these ghost/ghouls
sailorzortian: and they're all around
sailorzortian: and i try to ring a bell to notify ppl but he stops me
sailorzortian: and this head nearby starts chanting "its true, tara, its true"
sailorzortian: and then i realize the place is haunted, and people start closing their houses when they see skeletons hanging out of the attic windows
sailorzortian: and then we all get together at this market
sailorzortian: and these two old guys are stirring milk and wondering what to do about the ghosts
sailorzortian: and one goes into this bathroom to poop, and the other figures it out to put this stuff in the milk to ward them away
sailorzortian: and everyone comes in and cheers and the guy who was in the bathroom comes back and takes a sip and we all wait quietly and anxiously
sailorzortian: and he says he cant even tell its in the milk
sailorzortian: and we cheer some more
sailorzortian: and then the ghosts get angry and start to attack, and i see the guy i like with a knife coming at me
sailorzortian: i dodge him and kick his friend in the jaw
sailorzortian: then i retrieve the knife and slice him on the chest and let him go, yelling at him and being sad
sailorzortian: so then i realize we can call the king guy to help us and i gather the townspeople together and tell them my idea, but when i ask who will do it, they all back away
sailorzortian: i choose this dog on a leash as a volunteer and he wimpers
sailorzortian: and then they tell me i should go
sailorzortian: and all push me forward
sailorzortian: and then i have to go
sailorzortian: so for some reason its me and my sister in my living room driving this tot size train
sailorzortian: and we go and we get to this intersection where we've stopped
sailorzortian: and a bunch of cars are coming, like a whole line of em
sailorzortian: and inside them, i see they have these antique dolls from their ancestors
sailorzortian: and the dolls start coming alive and marching out of the boxes and they have to run over all of them cause its the spirits and ghosts you know
sailorzortian: and then i remember my grandma saying that it was a version of a really good cartoon, when im back at home on the train, but i know it was part of a bigger "movie"
sailorzortian: and then my sister parks the train and i wake up
sailorzortian: it was a weird dream

Labels: animals, childhood, dog, family, film, ghosts, key, king, milk, murder, train

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Jan. 30, 2007 - I was puking up stuff, went to the bathroom, which later turned into an eatery; there were bombs going off in a building; wanted to win a running race and I only got in 3rd place, and i cried because it wasn't good enough; got a dollas a reward.

Kept having dreams in which I thought I was actually awake in B and R's place but I wasn't; I would "wake up" thinking I saw G getting up, or calling to me, and then I would try and get his attention but then I realized I was only dreaming.

Next: I was staying at a friend's house with him and these people were eating koi, His mother was Juliette Lewis, who used to be a burlesque dancer. I was fumbling with a faucet which didn't have a sink-only a big bag, and the water kept missing it, and i was getting R's make up all wet.
G showed me a fish that they liked. It was weird looking-like a tadpole.

Also, i think it was the same night, but I'm not sure...i had a dream that I was at this party where someone was using cocaine, and I helped find it before this other girl, did so that the police could take her away. I was upset because no one was paying attention to me there, and everyone was being crazy and reckless.

March 2, 2008 - Dream about Winona Ryder, Bruce Willis (food and interview) and Daniel Day Lewis (packing and acting classes)

March 6, 2008 - Dreamed that I talked with Jack Black's daughter who was from NYC; saw Troy Miller on a famous talk show.

March 31, 2008 - Had a dream the other night that I went to Iran for a vacation, and then everyone was evacuated because there was a war going on. We got stuck at the border, which for some reason was a desert. There were people ready to shoot if we got close. So we stayed in Iran, which was now being taken over by alien creatures. We discovered some communal bathrooms where people had been killed on the toilet. When the alien creatures came, we tried to lay as still as possible, but they stopped and pointed to me and I froze. Then I started beating it up.

I honestly don't remember the last two simple dreams very well, but I can definitely tell you it had something to do with my job producing A&E Biographies at Triple Threat TV. I was dying to meet Winona, but I could only live it out in my dreams....

Labels: animals, drugs, fish, puke, race, TTTV, winona

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So here's the story behind "Dreamscapes" (there isn't much of one, but I'll take a whack at it anywho.) I have always had very lucid dreams, usually more that one at a time. They're most likely fueled by my subconscious worrying/anxiety/excitement/thoughts from the day and then morphed into symbols and epic stories that leave me curiously baffled in the morning.

Some have helped me strengthen my emotional and mental health. Others are fodder for my writing and film work. I have even be able to actively control my dreams while still asleep. For the most part, they remain as lingering glimpses into another dimension of my mind that I am only privy to when I close my eyes.

I'm a little behind, since I just started this thing. I actually have noticed that lately my dreams are harder to remember. So I figure I'd start out with going back in time with a few dream records (an archive if you will).

Then if things pop up, I'll be sure to add them after they invade my sleeping hours.

Labels: 2007, animals, caravan, childhood, clothing, dream, jurassic park, money, murder, template, test

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