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vivian:
lenny’s mom has a house chock full of dogs of all sizes and shapes and breeds. one day, all of the dogs are sick. they’re lying with their heads down, not moving. i think they are dead. basically anywhere you walk in the house, a dog is sandwiched in a corner, dead. a small black lab (or similar) distinctly sticks out in my head. lenny’s mom talks about how she is going to buy some replacement dogs, and i think that thought is horrific, because i am convinced there is a virus that is making all of those dogs simultaneously sick. bringing more dogs would just mean more sick dogs. she doesn’t seem to be listening, though. someone tells me that only two of the dogs have died. the other ones are just “sleeping,” although as far as i can tell, they haven’t moved in forever.

i go outside at some point and there are crowds of people everywhere as there is some kind of music event like sxsw going on. i see these five people dressed up like a hybrid of cops and homey d. clown from “in living color”. the suits are blue but with exorbitant frills everywhere. it is some kind of publicity stunt, and the group’s name is something like the ____ (insert cop-related word that starts with a t). they’re like pretending to arrest people and then giving them flyers. later on, i’m in a car, and a few cop cars whizz by. but i take it to mean that they’re not real cops; they’re the members of that group. i point out to someone sitting in my passenger seat that, “see? their siren colors are slightly different.” after i say that, though, i look at the lights and see that they too are red and blue, like a cop’s, and think that normal civilians wouldn’t be riding in ANY car with blue lights. i do not point this out.

inspiration: i had played “grand theft auto 4” before going to bed. sorry, there was a lot more detail i don’t remember well.

jeanette:
strange fuckin shit! i wish i remembered more of it.

started off at a huge beach/mansion party. there were a lot of familiar faces (too bad i can’t remember many at this point!) but we were all having a blast. it was really crowded and i can’t even remember if i was smoking (probably!) but then all of a sudden i  was with a guy and a girl, both of whom i was good friends with, and we saw this big bus/van pull up in the driveway and i think we heard over the radio or some loudspeaker that it was a HUGE drug bust. we knew they were coming for us, i don’t think i specifically had any weed on me, but we started dispersing. all of a sudden it was chaos, people everywhere, cops (maybe plain clothed?) were filtering through the party. it was madness.

then i remember being next to the big dog cop. i can’t remember what was happening but then i remember me taking him to a bedroom where i think my (non-existent) daughter was in the bathroom. i remember telling the cop to leave her alone. i think it was insinuated that i would um? sleep with him? or something along those lines to get out of trouble. at this point, it’s really calm. as i exit the bedroom (nothing happened!) the house had completely cleared out.

then i don’t know what happened with that scenario but all of a sudden it was night. i’m not sure how this scene started, but i do remember there was a start. but there was an ambulance and paramedics and one of them got left behind. so i was walking up this steep hill with one of the (lady) paramedics and then there was some sort of house call and she met her fellow paramedics there. i asked if i could come along and she said, “sure, as long as you don’t mind getting into the ambulance afterwards” – and ya, i think i accompanied her to some house. and from there, i really can’t remember.

damn, finally a cool dream and my memory has failed me. dammit.

mike s:
i was on an island somewhere up north and hanging out near a bridge connecting to the main land. the bridge was lifting, so i stayed on the island and went to a nearby peet’s coffee. i had a complimentary drink card, so i used that to get a mocha. but the barista decided to let me keep the card and gave me the drink for free.

suddenly, i’m in a relationship with this girl. it’s like somebody was filming my life and removing entire chunks of the plot. we’re in this natural history museum, and the dinosaurs are actually alive. they’re behind some kind of sound proof, double paned plexi-glass. one of the dinosaurs is spitting venom against the glass.

the girl and i keep walking around, arm in arm. i’m thanking her for understanding my sense of humor (don’t have any idea what was actually making her laugh).

i went to visit her at the coffee shop and she’s giving another guy a free drink. i remember this guy looking pretty tall, but that’s all i can remember. so, in a rage, i went to some kind of abandoned naval ship that had been left on the beach. there were mirrors all inside of it and the reflection showed someone else entirely. i was apparently a very overweight individual with a receding hairline.

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:
everything i see is different from what is in reality. my perception is all fucked. kristin cerniglia has the same problem or had the same problem; she has found a way to overcome it. she seems reluctant to share the details with me or something. i am standing outside in a yard freaking out because my perception is screwed up there (i forget how exactly) and i call her up. her voicemail is a shared voicemail between her and her boyfriend, and the message goes on for seemingly forever. and it was just a bunch of rambling, and even stranger was the fact that the voice was “hers” but didn’t sound like hers at all. at the end of the voicemail thing, there wasn’t even a way for me to be able to leave a message.

later on, i’m in a building and some old guys try and help me out because they believe me. i explain to them my situation and they devise these weird experiments. i think there are like four of them, and two of them leave the room to grab nails, i think, and the other two left screw some weird screws into a chair that already has holes for the screws. like……….. imagine the seat of the chair has slots that make it look like side 5 of a 6-sided dice… that’s where they put the screws in. they’re trying to see if maybe my perception will screw up the distance from one screw to another… strange stuff. the other two guys don’t come back or maybe they do. i don’t remember what my perception of the chair was like, but one of the guys to my right — the most talkative one — says for me to picture the chair in my head and slowly remove each screw from the chair one by one, and that that would somehow help cleanse me of my perception problem. i try doing it and it feels weird in my head as i remove each screw… but because it feels weird, i assume that perhaps it is doing something…?

something about joining an artist collective group. i think by this point i consciously knew that my ‘perception was skewed’ and was trying to make it skewed as much as possible. was looking at a lot of art and it all looked a little off. don’t know details.

there’s a rave at a high school, and some announcement saying that there will be no bag checking because it’s a rave and not a ________??!?!?! there are a large amount of dressed up raver kids and two tiers of ticketing, apparently.

we go to a foldout tent under a white canopy to purchase the second tier of our tickets. they are supposed to be physical tickets that cost $10. the whole ticket is supposed to be $15, because apparently we have $5 wristbands on, although i don’t actually remember purchasing the wristbands.

the girls manning the canopy are being shady as fuck, and they’re trying to rip people off. i know for a fact, i guess, that the tickets are supposed to cost no more than $15. they’re trying to charge us fluctuating amounts over $15, the last one being $16. it was only $1 more but i still refused because i knew that it was wrong.

they are taking forever to give us the correct price so i turn around to the guy and girl behind us and say sorry. the girl looks like ashley story.

some lady, sitting on a chair, mumbles in the background that the total will be $180 for the two of us. i respond by saying, “$180 is for like, a million tickets.”

the people behind us snicker and the shady ticketers finally offer us $15 for each of our tickets. the workers are now telling each other that, “now you have to make your own tips,” because apparently they were taking the extra money and pocketing it before. the people behind us are excited and say that yay, they now have an extra $2.60 to spend or whatever.

so, i guess i had put my stuff in a locker or something and now they’re giving it to me. there’s a black jacket, which i grab first. then my camera bag is on the table, and luckily i saw it, and as i pick it up, the blue helly hansen jacket i have is also attached to it (i always tie my jackets onto my bags). but then i decide that other than the camera bag, i don’t want to carry this shit around. so i need to put it back in a locker.

rachel goes inside to find a locker or something.

inside, my bags disappear and i walk up (or down) a set of these cooly textured stairs that look like they have wallpaper texture on them. i read some poem… maybe i find it on the ground… written by rachel, and it is pretty cool but sounds a lot like a poem i think i’d write, but a lot darker. i don’t remember much other than that there is a line talking about popes and sexual misconduct in a sarcastic way, and it ends with “, pope.”

vivian:
i’m at sherry’s wedding, apparently. it’s at an unconventional building. i see her running off, holding hands with the guy she is going to marry. they run up a spiral staircase and up to some asian temple kind of place. i’d been there before.

i’m standing on another spiral staircase on the opposite side of a very large ballroom type place, and i’m trying to photograph people at the wedding with a regular point and shoot camera. my mom is to my right. the photos keep coming out blurry, and i initially think that it’s because the room is too dark and my hand isn’t steady enough. but later i find out that while the room is somewhat dark, that’s not the main problem. the main problem is that the staircase i am standing on is actually attached to a rail sort of system, and it is being moved around on this rail.

(imagine you’re in a restaurant where they have dividers separating two rooms. they’ll often put up a piece of wall that slides open and closed on a metal guide on the top… that’s what these stairs were hooked onto.)

well, i seem to be the only one who notices that the staircase is moving around. soon people disappear and i am the only one being moved around on this rail. i think the staircase i am standing on has also disappeared, and i am basically just being pulled along by like, an invisible force or something. i leave the area where all the people are and find myself flying through other rooms, guided by this metal guide/rail. very… strange to describe.