Archive

confusion

aaron:
i become self-aware and lucid, and start floating up over a courtyard full of people in the winter, squealing and yelling. “this is what it’s like in real life, too!” i testify to dream people. i fly around and rejoin the dinner table of friends and take a male friend for a flight as a gesture of friendship. but as i’m floating up, it becomes harder to fly, and then the scenery changes to my childhood home. i’m up in my dad’s tools in this area where i hadn’t been as a child… then i discover nude polaroids of a japanese woman. and i think it might be the japanese exchange student we housed — which would’ve been so controversial — or maybe it was his first wife. also controversial.

vivian:
i’m with nick from couchsurfing, and we go to a movie. jeanette is sitting next to me briefly and she asks if he’s the guy we met this other day at dinner, but evidently, that was peter, who is also from couchsurfing. at one point, nick said something about making dinner sometime even though he was leaving for colorado, and i put my hand on his cheek and kinda pulled his head towards mine so that the sides of our heads touched, and said, “aww.” eventually, he pulls his arm super awkwardly around my shoulder and it seems he is kind of trying to feel down my pants, which is awkward a little, given the setting. i looked over and he is naked on his bottom half. i don’t see anything because his shirt is long and covers things, but i know he’s wearing no pants.

we leave shortly after and pass by this apple grove area that becky and emme own. i switch to an out-of-my-body view and see them picking fruits. before leaving the theatre (way back when), jeanette left but nick said he’d go home with me for cooking purposes. in my mind, it seemed that we had already eaten, although we hadn’t in the dream. he said something about whether chris could hear my bed, and i wondered how he knew chris in the first place. we get there to my house and don’t really go inside for a while. my house is not my actual house; it’s a pretty tall, kind of old, tan-colored apartment building that is nearly as wide as it is tall (although i think it’s slightly taller).

outside, some people have dumped a FUCKLOAD of water on the street at the top of the hill, and it all floods down the streets and sends everyone down the asphalt hill, like a giant waterslide or something. one naked large fat lady in particular stands out. i join the crowd briefly by falling into the water, stomach-first, fully-clothed, but the water fails to move me, even though it’s moving people much larger than me. i go to nick, who is standing on the side of the road, and now he’s not a white dude, but a black dude. we go inside and it’s actually not my house, but a restaurant. i tell nick about the fat naked lady, saying that she had the body of pam, like that painted a perfect picture or something. he’s not black anymore, or white. he’s asian, and he has really long hair flowing down past his shoulders and suddenly, i find myself very unattracted to him.

inspiration: i talked to nick before sleeping… about replacing my camera and some uncertain things.

vivian:
micah cheating on me… or maybe not… because i don’t know if we’re together or if i’m just jealous. i think i’m trying to get back with him and then, although i thought he’s only been with one girl since, he’s been with like six or seven. and this is bothersome, and i think that it is not possible that we can be together because that is too disgusting.

jeanette:
last night’s dream was really weird. part of it, i was with mike and jenn. mike’s friend had committed suicide. and we were talking about (or knew somehow) how he did it, and then all of a sudden he moved, and we were like WTF. and then he moved again and then sat up and was ALIVE. so weird.

and then the other part of the dream i was on vacation somewhere in CA with my family and all of a sudden, i saw tom. i didn’t recognize him right away but did after a bit and he was with 3 girls (1 blonde) and i assumed one was his GF and was SO PISSED that he was in CA without even telling me even though we had just spoken (which we haven’t really, just a short nonchalant email about some youtube video last week). then he ran after me and was like, “no, that’s not my gf.”

and that’s all i remember from the dream. but i remember it being really random and convoluted w/random scenes etc.

vivian:
i’m with micah and we’re lying on a bed or something. a really cute little tiny monkey comes and we’re trying to get its attention and the monkey crawls into my hand and really likes me or something. i’m slightly afraid it’s going to bite me, but it never does.

i’m on the phone with jeanette, and she is kind of freaking out, saying that all her friends are in a different spot in life or something, implying that all of them don’t have any responsibilities instead of her, and that she’s jealous about it. i say something like, “trust me, i wish i had responsibilities; this unemployment thing is only exciting for the first couple months.” or something.

tammy:
i went to the school/gym sort of place where a bunch of people i knew were. when i got there, there was all this commotion. i found out that a girl had been murdered and was hanging from a shower head. by the time i got there, they had put up a tarp-like material over her, but she was still hanging. in this school/gym place, there were a lot of shower stalls, but the one the girl was murdered in was the one in the front corner. as i was walking around after that trying to figure out what to do, i saw this girl i went to high school with named jessica. she was sitting and we started talking and she offered me a cookie (chips ahoy like?). then my brother came up to us and i was waiting for him to let me know what i should do. instead i just noticed that his jacket was a puffy jacket that was too big for him – which i found odd b/c he normally wears pretty stylish/fitted clothing. the end.

vivian:
sherry’s dad has rented a car, and i’m in it with sherry and auntie ruby (i believe). for some reason, he isn’t paying any godamned attention to the road, and thinks he’s familiar with the vehicle even though he’s not familiar with the shape and handling of it at ALL. he’s driving in a really narrow area, with lots of vertical columns that hold up the ceiling, and he’s clipping the shit out of them! and he pays no mind, as the car and side mirrors rub up on the columns and the car just scrapes by awkwardly. odd.