I scribbled these notes down at 6am this morning, laying down with the the computer on my stomach and my eyes squinting to see if I wasn't just typing gibberish. I knew if I didn't get it down, it would be lost!

April 10, 2010
I was riding a scooter through a foreign city. It wasn't a scooter as much as it was a wooden square with wheels on the bottom that I sat on and navigated like a crab. After getting out of a subway with crazy people (an old woman had kindly asked not to be treaded on and asked if I could help her babies...???), I came upon a kid on a skateboard who helped me to ride my own scooter thing the same way. Then we happened upon a gypsy man who had a small, pretty fairy in his hand. While we were distracted he stole one of scooters. We gave him a hard time and so we got him to come along with us to an elegant diner restaurant (fairytale-ish themed) we had all wanted to try.

I got there and cried because they wouldn't let us in the nice part since I wasn't sexy enough, as most of the woman there were scantily clad. We went outside and walked the streets, and I was so happy I just started doing crazy dance moves with everyone.

Also remember some stuff happening in grandma's old apartment with a drunk uncle. Then I was in this forest where there was a colorful half donut playground. All the plants had googley eyes, and it was right next to train tracks.

Labels: city, dance, googley eyes, scooter

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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

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