Last night's dream: I'm in a psychic gymnasium where I must prove my empathic abilities by running along the carpeted walls and grape-vining across the floor all the while mimicking (anticipatively) a mime and avoiding the swamp cooler. After my failure, I escape to an underground where I meet Ari who is pregnant and wants me to show her the tunnel that connects Boston and London. In Brooklyn it is blocked (evil psychic government closed it down to catch Ari's baby) and the statue of liberty is painted black. I tell all this to Ari who responds, "No, this is a country of beauty - I will find the blue cellophane!" Which I understand to mean that the manna of the universe is in fact gooey physical beauty and the real cellophane rapper containing the statue's true color is somewhere out there.
I was moving with a kid I knew in 7th grade and recently made contact with - pudgy gay kid who likes american idol - but he was still like 13 in the dream. We arrived somewhere in the Uk that began with a B - sounded like "Brislow" but it might have been something else. After I had been living there for like a month, I somehow knew that Ari had also moved to the city about an hour away. I told my little gay friend about how weird that was and kinda thought about it. Then before this I dreamt that I was moving back to LA - but it was because I already had a job to go to there. It was just a matter of moving. Best dream set I've had in a while - previous two nights I dreamt that I peed in Angela's bed. Then I peed on Angela. And then I attached a bunch of tubes to her and started draining the blood out of her body.
Thanks for the, um, assurances, guys. Though if anyone half-wakes up in the middle of the night to find someone in their bed, talks to them for half an hour, and then realizes they're actually a blanket, drop me a line (the inverted-face girl is one of those). I hate that one, it's been a recurring dream since I got to Japan (I don't know if it's even a dream, exactly, because I'm definitely partly awake through it), and only seems to stop when I have a real person in my bed. If only Kaori-chan didn't live with her parents...
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I'm in a psychic gymnasium where I must prove my empathic abilities by running along the carpeted walls and grape-vining across the floor all the while mimicking (anticipatively) a mime and avoiding the swamp cooler. After my failure, I escape to an underground where I meet Ari who is pregnant and wants me to show her the tunnel that connects Boston and London. In Brooklyn it is blocked (evil psychic government closed it down to catch Ari's baby) and the statue of liberty is painted black. I tell all this to Ari who responds, "No, this is a country of beauty - I will find the blue cellophane!" Which I understand to mean that the manna of the universe is in fact gooey physical beauty and the real cellophane rapper containing the statue's true color is somewhere out there.
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I was moving with a kid I knew in 7th grade and recently made contact with - pudgy gay kid who likes american idol - but he was still like 13 in the dream. We arrived somewhere in the Uk that began with a B - sounded like "Brislow" but it might have been something else. After I had been living there for like a month, I somehow knew that Ari had also moved to the city about an hour away. I told my little gay friend about how weird that was and kinda thought about it. Then before this I dreamt that I was moving back to LA - but it was because I already had a job to go to there. It was just a matter of moving. Best dream set I've had in a while - previous two nights I dreamt that I peed in Angela's bed. Then I peed on Angela. And then I attached a bunch of tubes to her and started draining the blood out of her body.
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