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We got in a tan van, us two in the back with Steve McGarrett from “Hawaii-Five-O” at the steering wheel. Speeding away we slide into a parking lot and all in slow motion these tough guys appear. We argue and fight and one pulls a knife. He hits me in the back, but I’m all right I’m all right I’m all right I’m all right
That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.
posted at 9:34 PM | comments (6) | dread/ennui, dreams
Someone take these dreams away / That point me to another day / A duel of personalities / That stretch all true reality / And keep calling me
posted at 2:04 PM | comments (2) | dreams
The game Animal Crossing begins with the player moving into a modest cottage with a dusty stone floor and an overturned crate for a table. A friendly if overbearing raccoon named Tom Nook is waiting by the train station when you arrive at your village, and though he had seemed to be doing you a favor at the time,…
posted at 1:15 AM | comments (2) | dreams
Lately I’ve been finding ladybug corpses strewn on the ground before me. In the front bedroom, by the green armchair. In a hallway leading to my cube, opposite a freshly painted wall. At the bookstore, in Classics, under Flannery O’Connor, where they did not have a copy of Wise Blood. When I was a sophomore or junior in college,…
posted at 6:13 PM | comments (7) | dread/ennui, dreams
axolotl labyrinth non-allergenic cat (furry) pack of multicolored sharpies spirograph wall-sized map of the world red pushpins asylum…
In my dream last night, Karla had returned from her year-long stay in Japan, so Tamara, Hoss, and I took her to a high school pep rally, declaring it to be in her honor. New Order and Salt ‘N Pepa blared over a single loudspeaker, the drill team stomped around in tasseled boots, the cheerleaders tossed themselves to and…
posted at 11:26 AM | comments (7) | dread/ennui, dreams
I love Metroid Prime. At times it is necessary to roll up into a little metallic sphere and zoom around, pooping out little glowing bombs. In truth, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do with my life than transform myself into a little bouncy ball and roll around the world, delighting in all of the humble but elemental…
Last night I dreamt of Phil Donahue wheeling around a casino on a rolling pool table, tap dancing and knocking over senators with a cue stick as he whizzed about, finally tumbling down a long flight of stairs and into a large body of water. A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was fighting some anonymous bully who…
posted at 11:03 AM | comments (1) | dreams
The dreams we recount are never the ones we actually see in our sleep.
While at the beach last Saturday, I dreamt of cream of mushroom beer. I was working as a waiter at a dim and tiny Japanese restaurant, moving from table to table, killing each patron. I don’t remember how. Every victim became a miniature rubber doll. No points of articulation. I would bring the dolls to the maitre d’, and…
posted at 6:39 PM | comments (1) | dreams, food