3/24/08

I'm in some sort of prison or concentration camp with both men and women and we are wearing uniforms. We are snaking our way forward through corridors made out of clear plastic, and the plastic is sectioned off into individual stations. I'm carrying a shaving razor and at each station I "draw" something onto the plastic in front of me. Everyone else seems to be doing the same thing: draw something, erase it with your sleeve, then move forward to the next available station. The pace is generally quick but it isn't forced, so the order in which people are situated to each to each changes. The close I get to the front of the room where these plastic corridors are set up, the less abstract the art around me becomes and the more time is spent on it. At first I would just draw a circle or curved line or something, but then I draw a dollar sign with an x through it. Then I see Ryan Gregston next to me paint a self portrait and so I try to paint a portrait too. I make just a couple strokes and the painting seems to be finished; someone compliments me but I don't think it is very good. I say that I forgot to add the mouth, which I thought I did, but then I look and sure enough there is a mouth on the painting. The wall that I'm painting on is the last of the corridors, and this one isn't clear. I look around the corner to the opposite side of the wall and there are some very big paintings hung up that are pretty good. There is yet another portrait, as well as a painting of a bluish couch in a dark room with textures that look like burnt or over exposed film. I ask if it is a type of lacquer that gives that affect, and Mark tells me that the coating is called "Sherwood."

All the prisoners then are seated at the end of the corridors into an open space in the room, where we hear from the prison warden. He explains that we will be able to paint more often, but unfortunately there isn't enough capacity for everyone to be able to paint every week. Then he talks about providing education for the prisoners who are Mexican, but that they aren't allowed to paint because they can't speak English. The prisoners he is talking about were apparently illegal immigrants. Then Chris Dunham and Mark look at me like they are about to leave, so I am getting ready to follow them when Mark tells me to grab a hold of a paper banner that is sitting next to me. Without thinking I do so and stand up, and he and Mark on the other side of the banner start running around the room and shouting over the warden, "No resolution without revolution!" There is no backing out now so I join them even though I have no idea what I'm shouting about, and so we circle around a few times until the meeting is broken up. I'm afraid that I'm going to be beaten up or killed by either the guards or fellow prisoners. Someone dressed like secret service then grabs me sternly and gives me a trash bag to start cleaning up. I smile and comply, and Mark is doing the same.

I'm in a field or park near some houses and I see this guy playing with some sort of kite that is connected by two strings to a pole. (Missing details). Now everyone is gone and the sky looks like it's on fire, when someone points to a tornado in the distance. It is huge and massively destructive, but we aren't worried because it seems that this tornado is the climax to some sort of holiday and was expected. Then things get crazy and the houses near by start bursting into flames while I try figure out how to get away. I somehow "wake up" and it is the next day and I'm driving in my car. I call Matt and see if he is ok, and then I call his dad to make sure that I can get a hold of him in case of an apocalyptic emergency like the one that happened the night before.

2/19/08

I'm at my house with my parents and the Christmas tree is up when the doorbell rings. Before I open the door I can see there is a little girl on the porch holding something, but she is gone when I open the door and go outside. On the front patio is a table full of food, a desk, and a giant whip that is resting on the desk. The whip is made out of plant material and has both fuzzy and spikey hairs on it. I pick it up and accidently break it near the handle, but when I put the two pieces together they fuse back to how it was. There is a riddle/poem on the desk that I wish I could remember, but the gist was that I was suppose to whip my dad to death and then by eating the food, my mother and I could join him in the underworld. I remember discussing with my mom whether or not it was a trick. (Luckily I woke up before I had to whip my dad).

2/18 nap

I'm at the Coyote house in the loft but it looks like a different loft. There is a tiny creature hopping around that looks sorta like the deer from Princess Mononoke. I ask the girls how often they take it outside to pee and they said they don't. At that point it peed on the ground, and I suggested getting it a litter box since it is so small. Then Garrett is there using a sponge on a mattress because the creature had peed on one of the girls' beds and if you don't clean it ASAP it will stink up the whole house.

2/17/08

I'm outside of some run down castle thing with a Katie and Maggie and some other anonymous friends and I notice that the sun is moving ultra fast around the sky. When I say around I mean exactly that; the sun is low in the sky and looks like it might set, but will take forever to do so. Then I look again and now it is night time and the sun is actually the Earth and we are all on the moon. The Earth looks incredibly close but still small, almost like I can reach out and touch it. It looks amazing but a bit frightening, and the curvature of the moon is so sharp that Maggie and I are afraid we are going to fall off the edge. I imagine myself holding onto the bottom of the moon as my feet dangle into space. Then I see some guy is gliding along what looks like the edge of the moon to me, but he isn't afraid and says he's going mountain boarding. I'm still backing away from the edge so I don't fall into space and Katie grabs my hand to reassure me.

2/8/08

I'm in a video game where I am character who can perform different moves depending on how many star points I have collected. Minor moves like spells and sending out spy planes only cost a couple of stars, but transformations cost about 6 stars (out of the 8 that I had). My non-transformed state was a little creature, and then I changed into an alligator. The biggest transformation was a horseman with a flaming sword.

I am in the dining commons and I am eat soft serve with pink merengue.

2/5/08

I am indoors in some sort of warehouse when I get in a heavy duty elevator and start going up really high. I recall holding something red in my hands but I can't remember what it was. I reach the top and walk on steel I-beams extremely high up, so high that others around me are afraid we are going to drift into space. I assure them that we won't because the sky is still blue, and in fact fighter jets keep passing by in front of us. I look below and am watching four boys play a game on a soccer field. This game is being televised and the cameras are right by us, but we are angry that our seats are so bad so we block the cameras with our bodies. The object of the game is to kick the ball to one end of the field, then to maintain control of the ball and kick it back to the other side. If you manage to make a goal then it is bonus points. The pair of boys that are dominating are blonde and have white square framed glasses, and the boy that is clearly the best player refers to himself as "The Bad Boy."

I am on a hillside and see a scrawny looking teenager running towards me, followed by a zombie/frankenstein looking monster with a Santa hat on and a circular saw. I realize that he must have seen the movie "Black Christmas" and that the creature came out of the screen at him. I decide to start running too and end up diverting the zombie's attention so the kid can get away. We are in a house now down a corridor and I am trapped. The zombie comes at me and tries to saw my feet, which is stupid of him because all I have to do is jump at the right time in order not to get cut. Now I have a circular saw of my own and each time he tries to saw my feet, I jump and then come back at him to take a chunk of his feet off, starting with the toes. He keeps trying to harm me to no avail, and eventually I manage to saw of his feet so he can't chase me very well anymore. I make a run for it and see the front door of the house, but I need to ascend some stairs to get to it. I go up the stairs and they just end in mid air, apparently because this is a model home and the stairs are only there to show potential homeowners where the stairs would be if they chose a reversed floorplan (I know, it doesn't make sense). So I go back down the stairs and choose the staircase on the opposite side and escape.

I'm watching Mitch Hedburg and he tells a joke along the lines of:

So my friend walks into my kitchen the other day and asks me if I'm drinking alcohol. I tell him no, I am drinking orange juice. So he asks me, "Then why do I smell vodka?" And I told him, "Because I like my orange juice with vodka."

I am on my way to a party at the coyote house and Garrett is in the car. He realizes that he left a half finished drink at my house in my room so he calls James Peel to come bring it to him. I get angry at him.

2/1/08

I was brought to the side of a long stretch of road on a clear and bright night in an old black car. Uniformed men patrolled up and down the road trying to make sense of the sight before them. Hundreds of lions, 22 male and rest obviously female lay along the road either dead or extremely apathetic. Their cubs had been killed and they were forced out of Eden where someone had usurped the throne. Behind me a felt a powerful presence, but I could not turn around to look at it. Instead I watched the face of a patrolman who looked over my shoulder at the villain, which began to shift and stretch downward. An incredible power surged through me, dangerously intoxicating. A narrator explained what was happening (I believe the narrator was myself), and as the man's face contorted and melted into an unrecognizable and horrific mess, I named the power behind me: Desire. Immediately the intoxicating feeling left me for emptiness and exposure, and I sat up out of bed with my arms extended(though I believe this was still a dream). I then fell back into the dream and felt the power of what I believe was God. This power was not "pleasant", but good and lasting. Again I sat up and reached forward (again, still asleep), frightened and full of prayer.

Driving through the English countryside I see cliffs and naturally made tunnels and overpasses in the shade. We thought of stopping for a picnic.