Sunday, December 27, 2009

Metallic Angel Crashing

Last night's dream was kind of scary, but also kind of exciting. I'm surprised I remember my dream at all, considering I drank a bottle of wine plus like three vodka drinks last night.

The dream started out with me walking around in what I think was a lobby of a place I lived or worked. The walls were covered in art that was angel-themed. Everyone I knew had made something and the art was hung salon-style, floor to ceiling. The art ranged from small to large, from interactive art to sculpture. The one that stuck out to me was about 8.5x11" and was sort of a three-dimensional window that you could look into. It was filled with metallic shrubs of different colors that would sort of vibrate and shimmer when you looked into it to try to find the hidden angel. There were other pieces that involved silver mannequin legs and wings that stuck out of big plaque.

The scene changed to me standing on a big open dirt plain that dropped off into the Grand Canyon. I had been in a flying bus that had crash landed on the plain and I was milling around outside of it. I saw another airplane headed towards the ground and suddenly a bunch of planes and flying contraptions were crashing everywhere around me. One plane was able to land instead of crash into a million pieces and it skidded right up to the edge of the canyon but turned at the last second and came back around to stop right in front of me. There was a Somalian woman pilot that was smiling really big and chattering at me but I couldn't understand her.

There was another brief part that involved me putting makeup on a pretty black girl and and she was wearing a slinky dress that was the exact same color as her skin so she kind of looked naked. I made her eyes super colorful with orange, magenta and teal eye shadow. She was getting all bent out of shape because she thought the makeup was too weird, but I insisted she needed to have colorful makeup to make her outfit not be boring.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Psychic Statue

Last night's dream was really choppy but I do remember some choice weird parts of it.

I was at my mother's house, but it was part greenhouse and looked really different. I was going around the house picking up boxes and bags of random candy and putting them in my purse. My mom was yelling at me about it, saying that candy was banned from her house and how dare I bring it in. I tried to explain that it was already there but I just got yelled at more. I poured onto a counter a bag of Swedish Fish, a box of Jolly Joes, and a box of Nerds and started color coding them and obsessively making kaleidoscopic patterns while my mom yelled at me in the background.

The next scene changed to a garage type scenerio, but I think it was part of the greenhouse. My Dad was there polishing something small and metal and there was a wooden huge crate off to the side with a big carved stone sphinx/gargoyle hybrid statue packed in straw. The top half of the crate was removed so I could see it. I asked my Dad what it was and where it came from and he said my Mom had had it shipped from China so she could use it as a garden decoration, and that it cost $150,000 so he was very annoyed about it. I went over to it, and started petting its face and it started projecting its thoughts silently into my head. It was just saying that it was on my side and that I never had to worry about anything again, because it loved me now because I was nice to it. I could see it moving but it was more like shimmering and projecting itself in translucent layers. I felt very excited, like it was going to change my life.

It was a little bit more Sphinxy than this, and less ornate, but you get the jist.

There was another vague part of the dream where I was discussing with someone about how well the l'etoile holiday party went and was analyzing things that went wrong. I looked at the invite and I had written "enjoy sushi, holiday cookies and more" on it. I was very concerned that I had included sushi in the copy because we definitely did not have sushi at the party.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Skeletons & Pitbulls

Last night's dream was super long and involved, I know it was! But I can't remember very much at all. Reason? I woke up around 8 and tried to remember it really hard, then accidentally fell back asleep and woke up at 10. I concentrated on remembering one snippet and in the process forgot the main part. Oh well.

The part I remember the best involved me living in a lodge with a bunch of skeletons that changed into human format when other people were around. My ex-boyfriend from high school was one of them and I was so completely happy to see him that I was willing to move into the skeleton lodge. There was something about a bloody female skeleton that looked like she'd been skinned, and the meat and organs carved off her but the bones still had bloody scraps on them. She was in a tattered gown that was mostly ripped off and was rushing up a staircase at super human speed. She turned around and screamed/screeched at me and her jaw opened super wide, then she kept running.

There was another segment about me walking my dog through the skyway system and not having a leash, so I had to hold her collar the whole time and she was pulling me really hard. I was scared if she jumped on someone they would take it the wrong way because she's a pitbull, so I was super worried about keeping her safe from people. I was crying and crying because I was afraid she'd get put to sleep if I let go of her collar, and it was so hard to hold on because we had to walk miles to get where we were going.

My real actual dog that is the most sweet, adorable thing on this earth
This is her posing for the l'etoile Valentine's Day Guide in 2007. Presh!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I'm getting married at Neil Gaiman's house!

I know haven't done a post for awhile, I've been super busy with work stuff the past week, it's been never ending. I've been in a sheer panic from the moment I wake up in the morning to when I go to sleep. I didn't even try to remember my dreams. Today, however, I have a whopping 3 hours before I have to be at a meeting, AND I had an awesomely weird dream last night.

I can't remember how this dream started out exactly but I think I was on a dirt road by a bunch of industrial buildings and there was a war going on between an Indian tribe, one lone super-Indian, and white people. Well, the white peeps weren't really in the war, they would just get killed whenever the Indians saw them I think. The lone super-Indian was hiding out in this big metal barn with big rusty tools and the tribe was mobilizing to look for him. I was in the barn...I think I might have even been the super-Indian because I was not afraid of getting killed and I felt super awesome and tough. The tribe came down the road and got distracted by a white guy wandering around, who they promptly scalped and slit the throat of. Another white guy came along and managed to talk them out of scalping him somehow.

The scene changed to a big lodge-type building (I think it was on the same road as the Indian tribe) but the entrance looked like Har Mar Mall. I think the lodge belonged to real-life fantasy writer Neil Gaiman. I was getting married (I have no idea who to) but I was planning my own wedding and was being really demanding and mean. My sister came to set up the silent auction (yes, for some weird reason there was a silent auction at my wedding) but all the stuff in it was really strange. There were lots of pairs of socks, some of them looked dirty, and a sock monkey and a bunch of calendars plus other crap I can't remember. My sister put flowers and little beaded lamps all over the auction table to make it more wedding-y.

I had to put on the wedding dress Neil Gaiman gave me and I was very irritated to discover it was pretty much see through, fine netting (kind of like a wedding veil) and was sewn together in panels. There was a belt that was white tulle bunched up with red ribbon to tie it. I wanted to wear it really badly but was concerned because I was wearing black underwear and bra. I was trying to come up with something to wear underneath it when I looked through the window and there were two black ladies in an SUV yelling at me to put my clothes on because everyone was looking through the window (which was the parking lot of a mall). I was shocked and laid down on the floor and tried to get dressed while laying down so no one would see me.

The dress was kind like this slip but it was shorter and cooler looking. The belt was awesome.

I can't remember if I got the dress on, or what I was wearing, but it was time for the wedding to start so I went out with my bridesmaids (who were just random people wearing street clothes) and we started doing a sort of routine as people walked in. We did a synchronized hitch-hiking dance sort of thing and people would go in the direction our thumbs were pointing. We realized that if we did it towards the silent auction table, everyone would go over there and start bidding in a frenzy. People went crazy for the auction and when they mob walked away it was somehow over and all the stuff was gone. My sister said that we made $27, which I thought was a load of crap.

The last thing I remember was trying to make a little bit more money and I started yelling to everyone about the last silent auction item, which was my marriage certificate signed by Neil Gaiman. No one was paying attention to me even though I was yelling at the top of my lungs and I was in a rage about it. I woke up around that time/can't remember what happened.

I heart Neil Gaiman.

Monday, November 30, 2009

I think this dream is telling me to hire a cleaning lady.

I can only remember a couple snippets from my dreams last night. My cat kept waking me up over and over so they kept getting interrupted and not sticking.

Perez Hilton and someone else were living in my apartment with me. We all were extremely messy and as soon as the apartment was clean, we would mess it up again by throwing stuff all over the place and never putting anything back where it was supposed to go. I was really fed up with it and tried to demand that we "throw all garbage in the garbage can from now on" but it was just met by blank stares. Perez Hilton went to bed in a huff, but not before putting a lamp with a blue light bulb onto the porch for no reason. I thought it would attract burglars for some reason and unplugged it.

There was another part about me meeting a guy who had a fetish of "cleaning up after people." I was torn about getting involved with him because I really wanted someone to clean up my apartment all the time, but was creeped out because he always carried around a weirdly shaped white ceramic bowl that he insisted I puke in once in awhile to make him happy.

I know there were a bunch of other zany elements to my dreams last night but I can't remember. Maybe I'll remember more later.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Pyramid

Last night's dream could probably be turned into a pretty sweet sci-fi movie with lots of tweaking of the different scenarios which were really random and not that cool -- but the idea of a time travel pyramid IS way cool. This dream had way more of a plot than my normal dreams do.

I was riding on a small train with a small group of people; a teenage girl, an old man, Flavor Flav, and the train conductor. It was only a two car train and it was really Mad Max-ish and cobbled together and dirty. We were riding on tracks on a bluff overlooking an ocean and we went through a tunnel and the train stopped and wouldn't start back up again. There wasn't anything we could do to fix it and there were no phones so we just started to walk.

On the other side of the tunnel there was a huge pyramid to the left of the tracks, sort of shrouded in trees. There was a path cut into the trees that led up to it. We approached it and I started feeling scared but everyone was really interested. We walked up some steps into an outdoor courtyard type of area that was very trick-of-the-eye and maze-like in its construction. We find a door into the pyramid but another guy shows up and says he's a security guard for the train tracks and that we have to move our train asap because other trains can't get through, but we just tell him to stand by the door we found so it doesn't lock us in. He agrees but is crabby.

Entering the pyramid was just like walking out of the top floor of my grade school into the back stairwell, not at all pyramid-like. I gave the security guard a bunch of holiday sale postcards to stick in the door so it wouldn't lock if he decided to leave. The pyramid morphed us into a big wide hallway scene in an inner city high school and I was separated from the group I came in with. I saw Flavor Flav and he was goofing around with a bunch of kids and he had forgotten all about the fact we were in the pyramid and thought it was real life. I tried to play along and just yelled "Flaaaava Flaaaav" and that seemed to jog his memory but not really.

The scene changed to me driving in a car in Northeast Minneapolis by Johnson Street and it was maybe a year into the future and all the streets were different. I knew I was still in the Pyramid though. I tried to turn onto the street where an apartment I lived in years ago was and the street was blocked off. I went up to the door of the apartment and two girls were there and told me that everyone thought I was dead and that they had taken over my apartment. They helped me load a bunch of bags into my car and explained to me the new streets so I could figure out where I was.

The next part was still in the pyramid and I was in a panic about getting out because I knew our train was blocking all the other trains and something had to be done. It was an outdoor scene, which I think was a hybrid of Como Park, and I was trying in vain to wrangle all the people who I'd come in the pyramid with but none of them could really remember. I ran around with a stick and rounded up two animals that apparently belonged to the girl and the old man characters. One was a small white dog with big black anime eyes and one was a fluffy white Persian cat, also with black anime eyes. I herded them back to the group and everyone remembered they were in the pyramid.

We finally got out of the pyramid somehow and were back in the courtyard. The security guard was still there and was really livid. He said we'd been in the pyramid for two years and we needed to move the train asap, and that an engineer and the conductor were already working on fixing it so we better get down there. When we went down the tunnel had been boarded up and the train looked super dusty and abandon. The guy who was fixing it had a young daughter and a newborn baby with him. The baby was wrapped up in a blanket and was lying on a dirty platform under the engine. I thought it was really dangerous because the engine was supposed to shoot fire out of the exhaust. They finally got it fixed but they had to drive one train car into the other really hard to get them to stick together and the engineer guy put his young daughter in one and told her just to step back and hold on. The train started working and we all got home I think.

There was another part about after the pyramid that involved me sitting at a table with someone who had been on the train and also a musician that used to be married to my cousin (they were in a real-life band called Morticia). He was making a diagram about the time line of their band using only stickers. I thought it would be brilliant for them to do a reunion show and let the band Astronaut Wife open for them for some reason - even though their music is completely different. I think I woke up soon after that...

Friday, November 27, 2009

I want pink hair. Also, I'm officially insane.

This dream was kind of snippety. Some parts were more clear with semi-plots, other parts were just flashes.

The dream started out with me walking down the street with my friends Jahna and Beth. We were going to a little restaurant/bar on a dock that we either worked at, owned or had regular meetings at or something that connected us to it. Beth was saying how her boyfriend didn't recognize her because she got a new haircut, but her hair really only looked like it had been cut about 2 inches and she had bangs. I asked if they liked my new haircut, which was a wild, hot pink mohawk sort of thing (the pic I found below is sort of spot-on actually, but I think there was an element of cornrows in it too).

The scene changed to inside the bar and I think everyone was worried that it was going to go out of business. The cook at the place was a big burly guy and he decided that since it was maybe the last day that he had to pull out all the stops, and he brought what he called an "anchor" in, and it looked like a big black anchor from one side with long radio antennas sticking out from the top of it horizontally that blocked the hallway and stretched into a booth where people were sitting. If you walked around to the other side, it looked like one of those old-timey black, iron bicycles with one big wheel in front that Victorian-era peeps would always ride. There was something else about a server taking a painting off the wall to keep that was a newspaper collage on the front and an abstract painting on the back that was white, red, pink, purple and yellow with little black tribal squiggles and smiley faces on it (I think that part was related to the new pre-sleep experiment I tried last night, see below).


My friend Robyne was at the bar and she had been duped into doing a speaking engagement at a book club because someone was holding her dinner hostage and she was in a hurry.

My sister was throwing an event and we went to Target or Kmart or something to get supplies but they didn't have anything she needed except for a pack of 20 hot pink plastic cups that cost $9.98. My mom was there and bought me a pack of white sticker labels and put the plastic cups on her American Express card for us.

There was also something about preparing fried foods to go on someone's bare chest?

Another part involve me being a surgeon of some sort and my sister needed surgery and I was supposed to take a little circular saw and saw through her jaw bone but I said I couldn't and someone else did.


If you're a regular reader of my blog, you may remember last week when I tried an experiment for a few days, where I laid in the dark and scrawled weird visuals my brain flashed through right before I fell asleep. I think some of them came naturally, but I think I may have forced some of them by thinking too hard about it when I should have been just letting myself drift off instead. I don't know. Either way, it was sort of annoying because I'd wake up and my pen would end up under the bed or something equally irritating.

Anyhoo, I sort of took a different spin on the experiment last night. Instead of writing down words that matched the visuals in my brain (although I did write down some of that too) I tried drawing shapes that I saw on the insides of my eyelids. I don't have a scanner so I actually tried to recreate the weird symbols by drawing them in a paint program on my computer. Strangely enough they are pretty spot-on, because the ones I actually drew were super messy too. What does this tell us? That I'm completely insane and possibly some sort of pre-historic witch or shaman.

I also scrawled down these random words, plus some other crap I can't decipher:

-small eye
-wave in Rolodex
-red beetles

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Sequined Shoes & Silver Foxes

I know there was totally more to this dream. I've been having hard times remembering my dreams the past couple nights and was getting really irritated. So I tried extra hard to remember this one.

I was putting on a dance night at Clubhouse Jager, but it looked like Barbette inside. I think it was supposed to be a Transmission version of JagerCon for some reason, and Jake Rudh was going to DJ. I was arguing with someone about where all the tables should go. I thought they should go along the perimeter of the room and they though they should go away completely. I wanted to smack the person violently hard in the face, but restrained myself.

The next part was just of me looking through a bunch of pictures from a photo shoot. They were these really cool, sort of baroque portraits of bearded ladies that were young and pretty and had immaculately trimmed blonde beards. The one I liked the best kept changing every time I looked at it until the girl had was completely bald except for hair on the sides and the beard.

The pic in the dream was WAY cooler and kind of makes me want to do a beard-girl shoot.

The scene changed to me in some sort of concrete structure where a fair or convention of some sort was happening. Everything was really grey and hard and echo-y. There were a good amount of people milling about and there was a crying little girl and her dad, who looked maybe 50 years old with silvery hair, by some steps. I asked what was wrong and the dad held up her shoe, which was a sequined heeled shoe with purple, silver, and fuchsia sequins of all shapes and sizes on it. It even had sequins in the soles of the shoes, which was why she was crying -- she was wearing thin socks and the sequins hurt her feet. I think I had some sort of booth in the building, (or maybe my apartment was in it?) but for some reason I had a bunch of brand new knee socks of varying patterns and colors. I choose a pair with robots on them and ran after the Dad and girl, who were very appreciative of the socks even though they were clearly way too big for the girl's freakishly-tiny feet.

The next part switch my apartment, but it definitely wasn't my apartment. It was much cooler and bigger and was all polished concrete. I lived by myself and had discovered the Dad and girl lived at the end of my hallway so I started hanging out over there and working on my laptop. The girl's mom would come and take her a lot and she was a real bitch. She had big, poofy orange-ish hair and she hated my guts for some reason. But when she would leave the Dad and I would have the best times, and we would wear these long, taupe, silk sack-like smocks and lay on the concrete floor on our backs. At one point he was like, "we have to change these outfits, they have holes in them." But the holes weren't holes, they looked like grease spots.

I don't remember how the dream ended really, but I just remember realizing I was in love with the Dad and being super happy, but we couldn't tell the bitchy mom because she would take his daughter away or something. I woke up real peeved with the situation.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Not an actor.

I slept very fitfully last night and couldn't remember any dreams, but then I took a long nap this afternoon that featured a mini-dream that was kind of boring, but highly stressful.

I was somehow thrown into a theater production in which I played a Shakespearian-style character named "Willie." I was in a panic because I not only didn't know the plot of the play, but I didn't know my lines either. They gave me a script but it was really hard to read and I didn't have a lot of time to read it anyway.

Before the play was going to start I went up into an attic where they were serving pizza. I refused to eat the pizza because it tons of weird toppings on it like shaved metal and string. They told me I'd have to go to the store to get more pizza so I went out and got sort of lost. I went into a mall and a single mom had to show me how to get out and get back to the theater. On the street I saw my dad in his SUV and he was like "the play already started!"

Once I got back in, the play was in full swing but I didn't even know what scene it was or if I was supposed to be in it. They had replaced me with a chick wearing a brown burlap sack dress. The next scene I was somewhat ready for but I couldn't remember my lines, so I just went on stage and started to sing, but I wasn't singing words, I was just singing sounds.

There was something about one of my friends buying $632.00 worth of really ugly earrings at a craft sale, but that part I can't remember anything except being shocked by it.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

I miss having an art gallery...

I drank half a bottle of Jameson last night so I slept like the dead, but I still remember a couple funny aspects of my dream...

I was digging through a box and found a tiny book, maybe the size of four postage stamps put together. It had a sort brocade cover that was gold and gray. When you opened it, it would play a video, and the video on it was someone filming an event at my old art gallery.

The gallery looked different and had more rooms..the first space there were abstract paper-mache wall sculptures with huge horns on them on display. The second part was a long hallway with brick walls. All the art was hung salon style and it was all different but there was a group of pieces that looked like semi-glossy wall paint had been poured on them, and there were phrases with lots of swear words roughly etched into them. The third and fourth rooms had a window cut into the wall between them and a tall skinny door on the right side to connect them. People were having a serious dance party and it was all red and looked like some of the pictures from an opening I actually had for an exhibit called "Into the Pink." Here are some of the red-ish pics from the actual opening -- which also included a sweet dance party! I really miss having a gallery...(btw, it's my goal to eventually open another gallery, once I make enough money to not worry about making money off the gallery!):

There was another part of the dream that featured me in a big, pretty much empty, hotel restaurant waiting for people. My friend Clement was there and he had written something weird on the wall of the women's restroom and was looking through a hole in the floor that apparently you could see people walking in and out of the restroom. He was counting how many people came in, and laughing that they all saw what he wrote. He said about 75 people had gone in since he'd been watching. I was mad because he wouldn't stop counting and I had to sit by myself.

In the last part someone gave me another little video-book thing and it had a vid of the girl who had apparently invented the book. She sitting in a chair saying "thank you, thank you, thank you" over and over. And that's when I woke up.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Terrorists n' Tornados

My dream last night was a low-grade nightmare. Also, I'm really tired and want to go back to sleep.

It started off with me in a hotel hallway in another country. It was either an African country or the Middle East or something. There were really nice parts of the hallway and really horrible parts. I think I was researching a story on terrorists and was trying to meet up with a certain guy who said he'd give me a story.

Somehow the guy found me and he was a really beautiful Prince-like young man. He wore a silk genie suit type of thing and a turban. He had perfect skin and was very polite and kind, but the truth was he was the leader of the terrorists. He brought me to his parents house, which somehow was in the hotel, but it was a really pretty place that had a balcony on a river. I was interviewing him and the river was raging, but to the right of the balcony was a calm part where a group of big orange and white catfish/koi hybrids were hanging out. I started wondering if I was dumb for not being scared, so I started to get scared.

The scene randomly changed back to Minneapolis and I lived in a weird apartment by Broadway and Washington in Northeast. I'd park my car 3 blocks away regularly and when I'd go back to it there would always be a big plastic ziplock bag of strange drugs sitting on the hood. I knew the terrorists were putting it there either as a thank you or a warning, but I wasn't sure. My sister was with me and she suggested we bring the latest sack of drugs to my dad's house to research what kind of drugs they were. When we got there my dad didn't want to help us, but he did start talking about how he'd always wanted to blow up a "Bratz" doll, and how every time he saw one in a kid's hand, he wanted to snatch it away and start it on fire.

The next segment involved me doing some sort of story on a celebrity but I don't know who she was. There were a bunch of people at a shack in front of a mountain...I think we were in the terrorists territory? She wanted me to take her picture in front of the mountain so I had her wrap a blue scarf completely around her face. I took the pic and in the frame there was a huge yellow tractor coming right for us, bulldozing up a bunch of trees and plants. It got very windy suddenly and I looked to the left and there was a big black tornado about 100 yards away. I was trying to run and everyone else was too. I ran to the shack because I knew a basement was there. The celebrity ran into a rickety barn and I was like "Noooooooooo!" but then there was nothing I could do. I woke up before the tornado hit the shack.

There was another part about being at some sort of museum/conservatory and me being pissed because Jahna got a bunch of free stuff and I didn't. She had multiple copies of all these cool art books but wouldn't share them! What a b.

Last night's pre-sleep snippets (I fell asleep right away sort of):

-White spaghetti in swirls
-green glow in a key hole
-an ear with wings
-scissors doing a pirouette
-"snake river"
-a purple and pink glowing superball
-an electric ax with a blue neon handle
-a potato with a blue hospital hair cap
-Asian boys modeling as girls on a runway

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Beck & Charlotte Gainsbourg "Heaven Can Wait"

This vid HAD to be based on weird dreams. Awesomeness.

Hello, my name is Zahna Vomit

Last night my dream was real irritating. I was always trying to get somewhere or prove that I was right but it was just taking too long.

The first part started out with me and five other people sitting at a round table at Clubhouse Jager. One of them was an FBI agent, and the rest were people I was in a band with. My band was known as two different bands, one was The Undertones (which is an awesome real life band from the '70s and we were them somehow) and we were also a band that was focused on me as a singer and it was just called Zahna Vomit -- which was apparently my stage name.

The FBI agent was interrogating us about some clothes he insisted we stole from the Mall of America eight months prior. He'd been holding a white plastic bag of clothes hostage for all that time and would come regularly to interrogate us. We had actually paid for the clothes though and were enraged he wouldn't give them to us but there was nothing we could do about it. The outfits I really wanted included one cute black dress that looked kind of 1950s and the second was a tan and white knit sack dress with rough wooden sticks you would jam through button holes to hold it on. We refused to play any shows until we could get the clothes. The FBI guy then brought us to a hotel and was driving a motorized cart and dragging the plastic bag of clothes underneath it, laughing the whole time.

The scene changed to my parents block, I think I owned their house but it was completely different and more fancy (I guess being in the Undertones paid off). My friend Rob Callahan had a big house on the corner and was having an elaborate yard sale. He had all these professional looking signs and sandwich boards put up all over the city with false advertising, saying he was selling things like rose bouquets, skateboards, skate shoes, and other random stuff he didn't actually have.

I went over to the sale and it was really insane and was being held in a big dusty dirt patch on top of a hill. Rob apparently didn't have enough stuff to sell, so he went to my store (in the dream I owned Ax-Man Surplus, or something like it) and he borrowed a bunch of weird stuff. He had a really mangy-looking swing set that had a metal structure, but aside from that, it was all made out of rope but the rope was filthy and the metal had grime on it. There were two little kids (that were apparently Rob's kids) playing on it but they looked really 1950s. I was wondered why they didn't get sick from playing on the dirty swing set. Rob had also gotten a bunch of used tires and four orange plastic bucket seats which he tied together two by two with dirty rope and hung from a tree. he also had blue hula hoops taped together to look like 8s that were lying on the ground. Everything was dusty and crazy looking and Rob was just like, "eh, whatever, I tried." and soon after that I woke up I think.

Did the experiment again last are the image snippets I scrawled down before drifiting off (the ones I can read, anyway)...

-a torso wearing a "mermaid" corset
-a purple "Sorry" game piece
-people jumping in front of a big map
-a hand slipping in a manhole
-a snowman with bells for eyes
-a bellybutton with a mouth under it
-"hobbit frog"
-an eye with big blue veins
-a hand with no fingers with a barbed wire tattoo on wrist
-written down: "Cocktail./"
-a thimble with a brown wig
-slipping while holding balloons
-an indecipherable line that is sort of funny "likse nylttu pon white doll"

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Key Master

Last night's dream was sort of boring but there were a few scary parts.

I was a teacher and I was working in a hotel that was also a school I think. Some people would live in the hotel like they were apartments and I would hire myself out to help them move their stuff in. I was helping someone and insisted they could only hire me for 4 hours so they better hurry. I think it was also an art studio building but it was split up strangely; people would have separate spaces but one would have to go through another person's personal space to get to theirs. It was weird because the art studios were laid out like one room apartments and I think the artists lived there.

The scene changed to a marble lobby and I was trying to act fancy and told a bunch of guests and staff that my family owned a key making dynasty...Everyone was saying they'd been there and it was awesome -- it was big complex that had all sorts of metal things like door knobs and keys of all shapes and sizes but their real specialty was making new keys and everyone was very impressed that my family owned it.

There was a musician playing at the hotel and I told his girlfriend that he was great and that we should get him to play in this certain room in the hotel where it was broadcast on television 24/7. We were sitting at a table discussing it and there was a big white foamcore board on the table that someone had smeared blood all over. We were sort of distressed but not really.

In the next part I was supposed to bartend an early morning shift in a cabana-style bar area, but I kept getting weird phone calls from people with Somalian sounding accents and they were saying they knew me and were saying all sorts of dirty things to me and laughing and saying they were coming over to my work to do something about it. I got super scared and tried to get my boss to let me leave but he wouldn't, so finally I just hid in a closet. They came and they were wearing Hawaiian shirts and screaming a bunch and the manager kicked them out, but they showed him a picture of me first and said I was their girlfriend and that they were trying to "catch me" to bring me home. I think I woke up after that.

Also, I tried the experiment from last night again...the list was so messy I could only decipher about half of it..I love this experiment. Here are the image snippets I had right before drifting off:

-a grass lion face
-a golf ball on a green cube
-a black lego space station tilted on its side
-a V (but drawn really tall and skinny)
-an eyelid with gold and red stripes
-a blue satin waist band of basketball shorts
-two upside down hooks that were someone's hands
-a red star in a yellow circle that was spinning
-an elf marching backwards
-a horse jumping in slow motion
-the word "sissaturate"
-a turkey with a tail that looked like a guitar neck
-a fist punching a door with a red #1 sign on it
-lavender legs with white flippers