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vivian:
i’m in / witnessing a series of weird survival game shows.

the first one doesn’t feel like a game show at all. i barely remember it but there was this crazy girl, very pale, with long black hair. i open the door and she’s standing there… hair isn’t draped over her face but it is framing her face. she threatens me. i feel scared.

at some point i call josh wu and talk about him to someone. not sure why exactly.

later i find myself trapped in a… hmmm… seven foot by seven foot cube. black walls, painted. but it’s like a toilet stall… there’s even a toilet, although it seems to only be a wooden toilet seat, and the base is nowhere to be found. the seat is propped on its side, against one of the walls. the bottom of the stall / cube is open, so i can see into the next stall / cube. someone comes in and uses the toilet next to me. it’s her boyfriend. i guess he’s pooping or something, cause he sat down on the toilet seat. i can’t see that, but i can see his feet.

while he’s in the next stall, i have SOMETHING — maybe a key??? — that i don’t want them discovering. i also have a metal belt with a lot of tassle-like things on it. it’s jingling around all over the place because for some reason i’m trying to hide the metal belt from them, under a piece of dark fabric. whereas before the metal belt made no sound, now it is jingling around all over the place. i’m not sure why i decided to do that. someone opens the door…

moving on… i’m in another game. it’s a survival game of sorts. it starts off like a ‘race’ kinda, where i get a head-start and then the enemies move in. so, i start, and i run towards a white picket fence that has enough space on its bottom for a person to crawl through. as i get to the fence, i hear voices saying that the game just started so i must be still by the fence. tanks drive by. i’m trying to hide under the fence while that’s happening — not sure that that’s particularly effective, really. i think i stop because it is ineffective. 😀

a bunch of people are running down this very green grassy hill… i guess they are threatening in some way. suddenly i have a mechanical pencil in my hand, which i use as a weapon, similar to how one would use a nail gun or staple gun. i click and mechanical pencil leads shoot out at the enemy. it’s really quite effective.

i’m not really aiming and am just running down the length of the fence, shooting leads at people. a little boy gets hit a couple times and complains to his mom (who is on my side of the fence) that if one of my leads hits him at a certain trajectory, i’ll kill him. mom lets me go as a result, because she doesn’t want me to keep hurting her kid. i run away.

there are two splinters in my hand, but they’re not like lead — they’re like fish bones… clear and whiteish. patrick fugit — at least, a better-looking patrick fugit (or maybe patrick fugit mixed with paul dano… but still, better-looking) — comes up to me as i’m running away and asks me for advice, related to shooting leads, i THINK. lenny asks who he is and what he’s doing.

now my view changes and i’m watching some guy play a game show. he starts off on the second story ledge of a building, and a big grey robot comes out of this giant door below him. while i’m watching this guy, i see a flashback of previous contestants, and now the dream is no longer photo-real… it looks animated or painted. one of the contestants is shimmying on the ledge to my right (his left), so that he can get to a bucket of water, which i presume he will then pour on the giant robot from above. another contestant (from flashback memory) does something else tricky… forget. then it goes back to the guy i’m watching in real life, and he is confused and without an idea of what to do. all of these contestants are dressed up like mini robots, by the way, or stereotypical ‘knights’ that kids dress up as when they’re pretending to be knights in the comics or something… they have like a tin pail or something on their heads. hahahaha.

tammy:
i was running in a marathon with a few of my friends, and we stopped for a bathroom break, and my friend goes, “are you on your period?” and i said, “no, not for a couple of days.” but when i went to the bathroom, i had my period. some story happened in the bathroom, but i can’t remember – something about rachel bilson being in it. for some odd reason, the next scene i remember is in chinatown, at a dim sum restaurant. we were getting ready to order while we waited for people. but now my family is there. so are my girl friends. i am sitting there and i realize it is this girl named ann’s birthday. i look outside and see a flower vendor. so i start looking for cash in my backpack to buy her a flower. i can’t find any. i ask my mom for some. she didn’t have any either, i guess.

oh yeah, and my cousin is talking to my mom about getting a discount at a retail store my mom worked at, i guess.

this guy named biagio that i know says he has some, but it might be in his beret in his car. i’m finally reaching into my bag and i don’t find cash, but i find one of my uncashed paychecks for $1k or something, but it was dated for 2001. i get pissed at myself because i had never noticed it was missing. i ask my mom where there is an atm, and she says downtown. i put the check in my shirt so i don’t forget. the end. i wake up reaching for where i think my check is.

vivian:
i send out a myspace bulletin asking if anyone wants to go to a movie with me, which is odd behavior to begin with. i don’t recall anyone responding, but before i know it, i’m at lars’ apartment complex and to get to his apartment, we have to cross through a metal gate and then walk down this like, really shallow sloped hallway. he has a deflated ball the size of a baseball in his hand and holds it up, smiling. i’m not sure why, but then i see that he has thrown it town the sloped area and was trying to make it hit the button to the left of the door that automatically makes the door opened for handicapped people. he misses, so i try. then a couple other people show up — i think eugene and someone else equally random — and i try throwing the ball at the handicapped door opener thing. but there are all sorts of people out and about now, and i’m afraid of accidentally hitting someone. also, now the ceiling is lower and it seems near impossible to be able to throw the ball and hit the opener. i make a vague, weak attempt and fail at hitting it, by a long shot.

so eventually we go onto the movie theatre, which is in olympia. the quest there is not something that i remember; i only remember actually being there. it’s in an old movie house with dark carpeting and dim lighting. i’m standing around the snack dispensing counter area and now lenny is here… him, lars, and eugene (or maybe random guy) run off into another room and start chatting it up. i’m with some other people who i don’t know but i think i am speaking to? a lot of time passes, or at least it feels like it, and i’m not sure exactly what time the movie starts but i feel like maybe it has already started, so i run into the other room and tell the three boys it’s time to go watch the movie. they seem rather surprised.

we go to the rooms with the theatres, and they are these little tiny rooms set up like dining rooms. they have tables and chairs strewn throughout. we sit in the far right corner (upon first walking in). i need to go to the bathroom so i tell the three of them that i’ll be right back. i go to the bathroom. it’s white tile. it’s crowded. there are three people in stalls already and one girl in front of me, who soon goes into a stall. the girl behind me grabs a key from somewhere in that bathroom and leaves, saying she is going to use the kitchen bathroom.

finally a couple girls are done. one opens the door and the floor is all wet. i think that’s gross, but it’s no big deal. then she says, “i think i already clogged it.” i look and there is just poop all over the floor — these huge ass long ass poops. and inside the toilet bowls too. three other stalls open up. they are all the same. just fucking covered with shit. i don’t know if i actually go poop because it is all so disgusting. i see two mini-sinks and think about using those for pooping somehow but i don’t. fuck, it’s pretty gross. words cannot describe the grossness… although, strangely, it didn’t smell? O__o

i go back to the movie room and the three boys are still sitting in the same table configuration (lenny to my left, lars to my across diagonal, random person to my across), but the table is located elsewhere now. it’s no longer the corner table. lenny says, “you were gone ten minutes!” like that was a long time or something. him and lars are going to start a business together or something… the movie has amazingly still not begun yet.

mike s:
i’m back in college and somehow dating an ex-girlfriend that i haven’t seen since i broke up with her around this time last april. we’re together in her apartment and she’s somehow managing to rearrange her entire bathroom.

her bathroom is at the front of her apartment building, so where there might normally be a window, the bathroom has an entire wall of double paned glass with no curtains. she’s positioned the toilet exactly in the center of the tile floor and is upset with me because i’m refusing to use it. i’m becoming thoroughly annoyed because i didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let me go to the gym (out of fear girls might “hit on” me), yet she’s okay with undressing, bathing, and urinating in front of anyone who can see in.

amidst this argument, she decides that she hates gay people and wants to make an example of this guy jeremy, who plays in a band i’ve shared the stage with several times. i told her such bigotry didn’t make sense, but she insisted that jeremy is somehow part of society’s overall moral degradation. she’s giving me this evil glare.

so, my ex-girlfriend and this group of meathead rednecks are chasing jeremy around, who eventually drives off in his car. they were literally chasing him through people’s houses, back yards and jumping over fences. all the while, i’m trying to snap her out of it.

(note: my ex-girlfriend went out of town a couple months ago and is returning this week.)

vivian:
there is a rave going on that is along the lines of how sxsw is. every venue in seattle is holding separate electronic-music events; something that would pretty much never, ever happen here. especially because the venues in my dream are all really far away from one another.

jennie is there, running around (not literally). there’s some confusion about the events. i’m standing around with a group of people outside some venue that is playing some really wicked drum n’ bass, and i comment on how awesome it sounds. but no one wants to go in. i seem to be the only one who wants to. i’m under the impression that they want to attend some other show that is playing dubstep or reggae or something. i think we leave.

later on, i’m sitting on a toilet in a bathroom, but the bathroom has like, no walls. it’s pretty much in an open warehouse-type space. i am not at all bashful about peeing in front of a room full of people, for some reason.

anthony’s friend, john is there. except his name isn’t john. his name is like… derrick andre something something. those probably aren’t even the right names, but basically his name was a four part name with four first names. or at least three first names and a last name.

john or derrick ” ” ” starts hitting on me, i think. while i’m sitting on the toilet, i also think. HAHAHA. i don’t think it was outright. it was almost as if it were mutual and already acknowledged; it was kind of implied.

jenny:
i don’t know what’s up, but i’m having strange dreams. here’s another one:

first scene: i was in a public bathroom and walk out of the stall to see a guy shooting his girlfriend in the head. she’s laying on the ground, but is still talking and is acting like it doesn’t bother her. i’m shocked. she said he had to do it to get “it” out of her. some pink fungus looking stuff is flying out of her head and neck….all over the place. she had a huge-ass tumor on the back of her neck. i politely ask if i can get by and REALLY didn’t want to get any of the pink stuff on me. it was just poison.

second scene: i’m in a foreign country, something that felt like belize, with my friend marie. there’s this mystical house we want to visit so we go there with some guy. the house is empty and we walk around it, but weird things are happening in the kitchen (like cupboards opening/closing) and it definitely feels strange. we quickly leave the house and as we turn back to look at it, we notice lights are on in rooms that we didn’t turn lights on it. this guy who’s with us is really excited about the place and runs back in. we can’t get him to leave and we know that whatever is evil in that house has seduced him into staying.

we go back the next day (not sure WHY) with more people- like a tour of people. it’s daylight outside and it doesn’t feel as frightening, but we definitely don’t want to hang around after dusk. there’s a plant outside our tour guide points out. the leaves are edible and almost too sweet. (vivian’s note: jenny and i are eating this plant and are discussing how it is so sweet it makes you feel like your throat is closing up.)

we go back AGAIN the next day with one girl. she is also seduced by whatever is evil in the house and doesn’t want to leave. we have to drag her out of a darkened room and she says “no… NO! it’s still renewal!” renewal is the term for someone who’s been exposed to the evil but then is put in direct sunlight – it kills whatever was evil. anyway, she has a gross green mold looking thing growing out of her mouth and as we drag her outside, her agitation that it was still daylight turns to happiness when she realizes it’s not daylight and is a full moon instead. she says, “or maybe it’s not renewal” and gives me a creepy smile.

i shove her down a flight of stairs and we take off running through a forest to avoid her.

starting with the next dream, we should try interpreting other people’s dreams 😀 who’s up for it?!

vivian:
there are some people who can speak to ghosts, and apparently, ghosts are connected to energy. for some reason, energy manifests itself in the form of green pieces of string almost that connect the ghosts to the person exuding the energy. i am told by a lady who can speak to ghosts — and see the lines connecting the ghosts to me — that because i have a lot of energy, ghosts are attracted to me. i see from a third person point of view as she disconnects three strings that are running between a ghost and i, and she basically just swats them away with her hands.

there is a little boy ghost who i can see and speak to. he needs to accomplish a task, but he is in a bathroom, and there is a string in the bathroom that dictates how far away he can go. he wants to go to the supermarket, but it is further away than the string will allow him to go. he asks me to help — maybe he wants me to go there for him. it is complicated, but i don’t remember details. i don’t think i ever physically go to the supermarket.