Dream Diary Volume 1

Dream Diary, Volume 1

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The Spider

I go to visit my childhood friend, M---- M------. (he was my best friend when we were about 9 or 10--I haven't seen him for at least 15 years). He says, "I rented two movies -- you'll really like them." They're 2 Australian films that I've already seen. We're laying in a big bed together, watching the movies. I'm holding on to him. He's fat and cuddly, like a big stuffed animal. It feels nice and comforting to hold him. I suddenly notice that there's a huge spider right next to my face. I freeze and start to panic. Trying to scream, I accidentally suck the spider into my mouth. It's a disgusting feeling and taste. I jump up, horrified, trying to spit the spider out. It disintegrates in my mouth. M----- looks at me and says "What's wrong?"(top)

A Lapping Rat

I'm in the kitchen. I hear something lapping up water in my dog's dish. It's a skinny, dark grey rat. It sees me, but it isn't afraid. Then it tries to get away. (top)

B Movie

I'm watching an old black and white movie. There's a tough bleached blond on the phone. She's shouting into the phone, "Look, I'll do anything--ANYTHING. Hell, I'll even marry the guy." The next scene--she's laying in a motel bed. The camera slowly moves into her hand & there's a wedding ring on it. The music swells--it's the Bernard Herrman score from Taxi Driver. (top)

Willem Maker

G--- and I are walking through the woods. It's a very urban but woodsy part of Fairmount park. There's graffitti everywhere. We pass an old junked piano with the name "Willem Maker" and an arrow pointing to a date grafittied on it. There's grafitti on the keys of the piano. We keep walking. G--- goes down another path to pee. I keep walking. There's a blond man next to a big boulder who encourages me on, pointing the way. I come to a public pool that has bleachers next to it with a lot of people sitting in them. I think about a junkie I know. I think, "How can she do that to her body" I look at my own arms to make sure there are no track marks. I don't want the spectators to think I'm a junkie. I sit at the edge of the pool and put my feet in the water. (top)

Three Lesbians

I'm at work and three women come in--they all have flannel shirts on. They're lesbians. (I just know). A fly is buzzing around the office. One of the women is describing every movement of the fly in annoying detail. "Now it's on the desk. Now it's on the computer. Now it's on the chair. Now it's in the air. Now it's on the window." Jokingly, I shout, "Hey could you shut the f**k up!" But I went too far. They are offended. (top)

The Possessed Table

I'm at work. It's late at night. G--- comes to visit me, with two other guys. I have albums there, and they're going through them, pulling stuff out. I'm at a drawing table and it starts to rock--imperceptively at first, and then more and more violently, until it's pushing me close to a steep flight of stairs. I'm terrified--I think, oh my god, this is really real. I show them and they're a little freaked out, but not as much as me. It stops before it pushes me down the stairs, and then it rocks to the middle of the room and stops. I go over to it and whisper, "be gone, Satan," and say a Hail Mary, but I am a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of those guys because I think they will make fun of me.

L---- comes in and shows me a toy she's making for her niece. It's a stainless steel box that opens up and inside are these little dolls which dance and play instruments when you open it. I am really impressed and a little jealous. (top)

The Blue Gown

I'm taking care of this beautiful blue gown. It's got an underslip, a beaded overdress and a big ostrich feather neckline. I hand wash it in a sink, and then hang it up on my door. I'm living in a motel. The gown is like new. M--- walks by and admires it. I say, yes, it washed up perfectly. (top)

Lost

My parents moved and I'm driving to their house. (I don't drive in real life) I'm nervous in the car--I don't know where I'm going and there are a lot of detours. Cars seem to be driving straight towards me in the wrong lane, and I'm not sure of the address where my parents now live. I come to this new housing development. I think it must be here, so I pull into it. I'm driving around, and all the buildings are club houses or recreation halls--there are very few actual houses. It's now dark, so I don't want to go back out on the highway. There is a house next to a huge pile of woodchips. A little blonde girl comes out with her mother and father, who don't look very friendly, so I can't ask them. I park and go into one of the clubhouses. Outside, there is an autistic boy screaming, over and over. There is a state trooper inside preparing a crossbow. He is going to shoot the little boy with an arrow dipped in sedatives to calm him. He is upset that he has to do this. I put my arm around him to comfort him, telling him that he has to do it, that he's doing the right thing. He starts to sob on my shoulder and I just keep comforting him. (top)

Sound Waves

L--- is having a big deal art installation in some museum. I go and it's a black rubber room with audience chairs in it. I don't get it. Then three guys come in, and they start doing this weird bendy dance and new-age type synthesizer music comes out of these huge speakers in the back of the room. It turns out if you bend your body in a certain way, it affects the sound waves in the room and creates music. (top)

The Coat

I've got this beautiful coat from the 1940s that I want to sell to a vintage clothes dealer. I have to take polaroids of it first. My friend L--- has a polaroid camera. I put the coat on with nothing under it. She starts taking pictures. She is annoying me because she takes so long. I'm becoming more and more angry. She is also jealous of me because of the beautiful coat. She rigs the camera up so that I can see in a full length mirror a digital image of what the photo will look like. I look really awful in the coat. I get very upset, because I think I look pretty hot in this coat, but when I see how I really look, it's completely terrible. (top)

Caravan

I'm sitting in a tiny circus caravan. The caravan is painted white with red trim. It's very small. I'm on the boardwalk. To my left is the ocean, to my right are plate glass doors that go into an arcade. The caravan starts to rock, and teeters towards the ocean. I throw my weight to the other side so I won't fall into the sea, and I rock it so hard that the whole trailer crashes through the glass doors of the arcade. I fall out, but I'm not hurt. I'm worried that I have to pay for the glass.(top)

Cocaine

I'm at G----'s apartment. She comes in with A----- and a big brown bag of groceries. The lights are dim. I'm sitting on the couch with M----, and he says to me, privately, "She's got coke in there--she and A---- are going to do up some bigass lines of coke." I wander over to the kitchen. G---- and A---- are snorting lines of coke from a mirror. I'm watching them. They don't ask me if I want any, but G---- lays out a line and pushes it over to me. I snort it. It makes me shakey and uncomfortable, and I go sit down on the couch with M---- and he says, "See? I told you."(top)

Marilyn

I'm at an AIDS fundraiser. Marilyn Monroe is in a booth and you can have a polaroid picture taken with her for five dollars. I think this is a great deal. She's wearing a beautiful, simple black dress--square neckline, dropped short sleeves, straight skirt. There's also a drag queen, a Marilyn impersonator, with her in the same booth. You can have your choice of photos--the real Marilyn, or the drag queen. Five dollars either way. I find it amazing that the impersonator is wearing almost the same exact dress as Marilyn, even though this wasn't planned. Her (his) sleeves are a little longer, but other than that, it's the same. I find it sad that the queen didn't put her wig on, and she has a really bad curly perm.(top)
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