I had a really interesting dream last night. I was an astronaut, who' next mission would be to fly to the nearest star system. For some reason it was about a 5 year mission(star trek?), and I was sad to be leaving my girlfriend. The star system consisted of 3 or four stars kind of making a revolution around nothing. It was like either three stars following each other, or three stars positioned in a near perfect triangle, with a third revolving around them. When I arrived to the launch site, there was a fairly large concert/fest going on there. (I wonder if I was abducted.)
I was surprised, and when I asked my boss, he said they were using the space to make extra money. The dream was divided into quadrants of time, but I'm not sure why, how or what for.
I walked around, and low and behold the disco biscuits were the event headliners. But I had work to do and I could only listen to them on the peripheal. They kept moving position too. It didn't make any sense, but they'd be playing in one place and a moment later they'd be playing in another.
Around getting close to the end of the concert, as I was preparing to leave planet earth for a while, my buddy Dave Toner arrived. He was for another mission. We said hello and talked briefly. Then we caught the end of the biscuit show we were walking down a path, and when the hill to our left leveled out, we could see them and the stage. They were playing a great jam. When they saw me, they brought it to an end and thanked the crowd for coming.
I met up with the band afterwards in a mess hall, and politley and sincerely asked them how they were, and how their significant others were. It was like I never know what to say to people. We all had something to eat, with the biscuits and groupies at a table behind me. Again, tho, when I turned around to glance at them at one point, browning made to leave. Its always him who runs from my energy.
Whatevers. It was a fun dream, and all in all I still like the disco biscuits, though my fascination isn't nearly as severe.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A-Bomb
I have been having really vivid dreams lately, apparently due to a rock my girlfriend put at the head of our bed. Unfortunately she can't remember what it is called.
Last night I was dreaming about a car chase that turned into me working or being a student of a military school. I was supposed to be keeping the Iranians or the Chinese in line somehow, and when they weren't in line, I followed protocal and dropped an atomic bomb in the ocean around them. I regretted it as it was detrimental to the earth, regardless of its effectiveness in controlling my supposed adversaries.
From there the dream shifted in that I was trying to bring this guy to justice, all in the same building basically, and I couldn't get into this air tight containment facility, that these other people were in. I handcuffed the badguy to the entrance to this facility, then he or someone else handcuffed me to him, and then, aliens, that were similar to the movie of the same name, began attacking, and the person inside the airtight facility, opened the door for me and the "criminal" to get in just in time.
Then it shifted where I was back in the school in this place, and my mom and step-dad ran it. I climbed up onto the top bunk with a friend and so did a lot of other people. I didn't sleep though, because I could use the television to very subtly see what was going on in the rest of the world, and from there I was trying to help people. They made me stop eventually, but that was the gist of it.
Till next time!
Last night I was dreaming about a car chase that turned into me working or being a student of a military school. I was supposed to be keeping the Iranians or the Chinese in line somehow, and when they weren't in line, I followed protocal and dropped an atomic bomb in the ocean around them. I regretted it as it was detrimental to the earth, regardless of its effectiveness in controlling my supposed adversaries.
From there the dream shifted in that I was trying to bring this guy to justice, all in the same building basically, and I couldn't get into this air tight containment facility, that these other people were in. I handcuffed the badguy to the entrance to this facility, then he or someone else handcuffed me to him, and then, aliens, that were similar to the movie of the same name, began attacking, and the person inside the airtight facility, opened the door for me and the "criminal" to get in just in time.
Then it shifted where I was back in the school in this place, and my mom and step-dad ran it. I climbed up onto the top bunk with a friend and so did a lot of other people. I didn't sleep though, because I could use the television to very subtly see what was going on in the rest of the world, and from there I was trying to help people. They made me stop eventually, but that was the gist of it.
Till next time!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Wake up, jot down, sleep, wake up, sleep...
I got up a few times last night. But I stayed in bed till 9:30. Fifteen minutes ago, I realized I was supposed to be at the dentist at 8 am. I guess my teeth will suck for another year. They lost my xrays anyway, and I couldn't have afforded them.
My last dream dealt with being a famous person that other famous actors and theater people came to see. I was living with Ellie ten to fifteen years from now in an apartment in NYC. I pretty spacious apartment with lots of light. A portly gentlemen about our age arrived and he was sick as it was his day off and he could finally afford to be sick. It didn't seem he was happy to be there, but Ellie had made a vegan pasta salad I helped her with that was out of this world, and he seemed happier after he tried that.
Earlier in the night when I had awoke from my first dream, I was dreaming that I was in a theater watching the premier or pre release of a coven of witches movie, again starring famous actresses, and again in support of the power of women. Including there ability to orgasm, make decisions for themselves, not controlled by there emotions but informed by them, you know, the typical Hollywood version of feminism.
My last dream dealt with being a famous person that other famous actors and theater people came to see. I was living with Ellie ten to fifteen years from now in an apartment in NYC. I pretty spacious apartment with lots of light. A portly gentlemen about our age arrived and he was sick as it was his day off and he could finally afford to be sick. It didn't seem he was happy to be there, but Ellie had made a vegan pasta salad I helped her with that was out of this world, and he seemed happier after he tried that.
Earlier in the night when I had awoke from my first dream, I was dreaming that I was in a theater watching the premier or pre release of a coven of witches movie, again starring famous actresses, and again in support of the power of women. Including there ability to orgasm, make decisions for themselves, not controlled by there emotions but informed by them, you know, the typical Hollywood version of feminism.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Artist and a Student
I dreamed about being an artist and a student in many ways. This has to be the most important things in my life. My life has lacked any real meaning for a while now, and I awake with some connection to my life again.
There were many dreams in relation to these two motifs. The latest was I was in a school similar to Sacred Heart, it was a private school/'art school. The outside looked like Delone, but as it was an art school, it was more like Tisch, so essentially, it was a combination of all the schools I attended, but it was for exceptional students. As I was waking up, I felt I was a student named Adam Jones who had been reincarnated to go to Sacred Heart.
Also, was wildly popular. I acted much older, but carefree. I came into homeroom mostly when I wanted, not because I was disobedient, but because I was creating. My major was Acting. My teacher's loved me, the priciple loved me. The main administrator, pretended to love me to find favor with the rest, but he behind the scenes, threatened the teachers and students who loved me the most and gave me the most room for expression. One of the last things that happened, was the prinicple/disciplinarian gave me my first written warning for using bad language the previous day in a portly gentlemen's class who was a little unorthodox in his teaching (a la History Boys teacher perhaps). I appologized and said I had inadvertantly used the words when describing the taste of a particulary delicious crab. She smiled and asked if I would bring my disciplinary record from my former school, I was a little confused by the word she used to describe it, so I had to ask twice and she was a little annoyed that I didn't know what she was saying. I think that was the first time I had felt inadaquate in this place...
Earlier in this dream, I was working on the seats in my car, spreading white bed sheets over the two front seats. My classmate said it looked like crap basically, but I explained that's the way it was done in East London, Low and Behold, a man drove up and asked why I was making the interior of my car look like a Londoner! I said Aha! basically, and continued to figure out how to make the fabric look perfect. Then i started back to the sch0ol (the outside of Delone) and the administrator guy almost ran into twice as a joke.
There were certain girls who were into me there. Everyone, including myself, looked like about 16. I may have looked a little older. Also, there was a character that looked a little like Jim Weaver, Jr. but who didn't act like him.
To get into the school, there was an intense competition. It may have more been like an American Idol competition, but it ended up with me going to the school. There was acting, singing, performace art/writing, and several other things I can't remember. I tried really hard on my singing, and that wasn't the best. My acting, I was the last to go, and I didn't have anything really, so at the last minute I did Tom from Glass Managerie. As I remember, it was word for word with the first two paragraphs of the play. But my balance was all off, I did it weird. But they seemed to like it. I can remember then as I do in real life that its a bad idea to change paths at the last minute. I think it was for the portly teacher.
Before that, in the performance art portion, I wrote this funny little play and had it performed somehow. It was set in Neverland, and there was a competition thing between a rabbit and this attractive boy to see who would get the girl. There were three or four things, like making out, giving gifts, saying sweet things, maybe going on a date, I can't remember. And the attractive boy did everything he could, and he was rather good at it, but the rabbit was so much better, and he was frustrated! The rabbit had been a long time boyfriend of the girl, but had been turned into a rabbit, by himself, even in the make out session, the rabbit turned her on more, because he was excited in his rabbit foot, and pressed up against her she like that. Then, when they climbed into the limo to cart them away to there reward date, he turned back into her boyfriend. I think they were a little taken aback by this, this is a kind of old English prep school, it had uniforms and accents, they let it go, because it was art, and what can they say in an imaginary reality anyway.
There was a part that seagued (sp?) into the current dream. I was making a movie with some rather important people. Jennifer Anniston was in it, and some other female stars. It was an empowering chick flick in that the women gained powers of strength and agility like men superheroes, and kicked but, a la Charlie's Angels. We were at some kind of a press conference, and I went to the bar to wait for the major stars to finish, and it was a bar we could play pool in that they let us in early in the day as a favor to the cast and crew. I sat and talked to some pretty heady women who thought they were stardust. I brought them down to earth a little bit without bursting any of there bubbles. I don't know how I did that. We had crabs to eat, I think that is how we got to the thing later in the school.
Another crab reference was some of the competitors in the Amercian Idol thing were pretty interesting. There were these two red neck people, very sloppy, kind of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one big and and the other skinny, in overalls. They were trying to win, and there performance art piece was silly, they busted through there bedroom window, and started singing and dancing a song about eating the chicken on a plate on the floor. It was like a big turkey leg. And then, the small one yelled at the big one about sweeping up the mess, that there was still crab remains from yesterday's meal stuck to the carpet.
As of now that's all I remember. But I think, if i don't think about it, the future, the rest of humanities survival, the thing I would like to do the most, where I would find the most pleasure in life and love, would be university school and art. I hope I can hold htis in my life. I am not practical, and I don't care if I go 300,000 dollars in debt.
Love,
Adam
There were many dreams in relation to these two motifs. The latest was I was in a school similar to Sacred Heart, it was a private school/'art school. The outside looked like Delone, but as it was an art school, it was more like Tisch, so essentially, it was a combination of all the schools I attended, but it was for exceptional students. As I was waking up, I felt I was a student named Adam Jones who had been reincarnated to go to Sacred Heart.
Also, was wildly popular. I acted much older, but carefree. I came into homeroom mostly when I wanted, not because I was disobedient, but because I was creating. My major was Acting. My teacher's loved me, the priciple loved me. The main administrator, pretended to love me to find favor with the rest, but he behind the scenes, threatened the teachers and students who loved me the most and gave me the most room for expression. One of the last things that happened, was the prinicple/disciplinarian gave me my first written warning for using bad language the previous day in a portly gentlemen's class who was a little unorthodox in his teaching (a la History Boys teacher perhaps). I appologized and said I had inadvertantly used the words when describing the taste of a particulary delicious crab. She smiled and asked if I would bring my disciplinary record from my former school, I was a little confused by the word she used to describe it, so I had to ask twice and she was a little annoyed that I didn't know what she was saying. I think that was the first time I had felt inadaquate in this place...
Earlier in this dream, I was working on the seats in my car, spreading white bed sheets over the two front seats. My classmate said it looked like crap basically, but I explained that's the way it was done in East London, Low and Behold, a man drove up and asked why I was making the interior of my car look like a Londoner! I said Aha! basically, and continued to figure out how to make the fabric look perfect. Then i started back to the sch0ol (the outside of Delone) and the administrator guy almost ran into twice as a joke.
There were certain girls who were into me there. Everyone, including myself, looked like about 16. I may have looked a little older. Also, there was a character that looked a little like Jim Weaver, Jr. but who didn't act like him.
To get into the school, there was an intense competition. It may have more been like an American Idol competition, but it ended up with me going to the school. There was acting, singing, performace art/writing, and several other things I can't remember. I tried really hard on my singing, and that wasn't the best. My acting, I was the last to go, and I didn't have anything really, so at the last minute I did Tom from Glass Managerie. As I remember, it was word for word with the first two paragraphs of the play. But my balance was all off, I did it weird. But they seemed to like it. I can remember then as I do in real life that its a bad idea to change paths at the last minute. I think it was for the portly teacher.
Before that, in the performance art portion, I wrote this funny little play and had it performed somehow. It was set in Neverland, and there was a competition thing between a rabbit and this attractive boy to see who would get the girl. There were three or four things, like making out, giving gifts, saying sweet things, maybe going on a date, I can't remember. And the attractive boy did everything he could, and he was rather good at it, but the rabbit was so much better, and he was frustrated! The rabbit had been a long time boyfriend of the girl, but had been turned into a rabbit, by himself, even in the make out session, the rabbit turned her on more, because he was excited in his rabbit foot, and pressed up against her she like that. Then, when they climbed into the limo to cart them away to there reward date, he turned back into her boyfriend. I think they were a little taken aback by this, this is a kind of old English prep school, it had uniforms and accents, they let it go, because it was art, and what can they say in an imaginary reality anyway.
There was a part that seagued (sp?) into the current dream. I was making a movie with some rather important people. Jennifer Anniston was in it, and some other female stars. It was an empowering chick flick in that the women gained powers of strength and agility like men superheroes, and kicked but, a la Charlie's Angels. We were at some kind of a press conference, and I went to the bar to wait for the major stars to finish, and it was a bar we could play pool in that they let us in early in the day as a favor to the cast and crew. I sat and talked to some pretty heady women who thought they were stardust. I brought them down to earth a little bit without bursting any of there bubbles. I don't know how I did that. We had crabs to eat, I think that is how we got to the thing later in the school.
Another crab reference was some of the competitors in the Amercian Idol thing were pretty interesting. There were these two red neck people, very sloppy, kind of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one big and and the other skinny, in overalls. They were trying to win, and there performance art piece was silly, they busted through there bedroom window, and started singing and dancing a song about eating the chicken on a plate on the floor. It was like a big turkey leg. And then, the small one yelled at the big one about sweeping up the mess, that there was still crab remains from yesterday's meal stuck to the carpet.
As of now that's all I remember. But I think, if i don't think about it, the future, the rest of humanities survival, the thing I would like to do the most, where I would find the most pleasure in life and love, would be university school and art. I hope I can hold htis in my life. I am not practical, and I don't care if I go 300,000 dollars in debt.
Love,
Adam
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