So, day before yesterday I was lying on the sofa, early morning, just woke up, not quite light. I looked out of the window and saw a plane, with the left wing engulfed in flames, fall out of the sky and crash behind the trees across the street. Thinking that there might be survivors, people in need of help, I jumped up and ran outside ( Read more... )

I had become a fairly well-known artist, and was having my first really big-time show in a fancy gallery in a converted loft in Manhattan. Everybody who was anybody had turned out to see my newest work. Zooey Deschanel was there, with purple streaks dyed into her hair and too much mascara on her eyes, and we were quite taken with each other. I ( Read more... )

I was in the middle of the city (a real city, not Huntington), and someone had CGIed a temple into the middle of the city, right across from my apartment. I could stand on my balcony and look down upon it. It was very nice. But the image the CGI guy wanted was of a temple so old that there was no footage of it, or even a recent photograph. So ( Read more... )

Dreamed last night, strange dreams, and the only thing I remember is sitting for hours, pulling sharp fragments of metal out of my flesh. Bit after bit, but there were always more; I could not feel them until I moved.  Some of them were six inches long. I wonder what the significance of this is.

Amy and I watched The Waking Life the other night. There's a bit in it where the main character is talking to another guy about lucid dreaming, the idea that, if you know you're in a dream, you can control it. I've been hearing this for years. I think it's bullshit. I'm gonna tell you why.
Probably a year and a half ago I had a dream. This is when ( Read more... )

So, I walked home from the Study Center this morning at, I don't know, 1:30 or something, dead tired. I walked down 4 ½ Alley like always. I walked into my house, took my shoes off, collapsed onto my couch and was asleep before I could finish the day's last cigarette.
Then I dreamed.
I dreamed about leaving the Study Center at 1:30 in the morning ( Read more... )

So last night I stayed sober, which Sunday always used to be a big drinking night for me but these days I have to be at work sometime between 8-9 on Mondays so I’ve been keeping dry and going to bed early.
It’s good for me to get at least a little bit drunk before bed because 1) I sleep better and 2) it dulls down my dreams.  I have these phenomenal ( Read more... )

About two years ago I had this dream. I was walking across campus, burdened with the world’s problems and trying to find a solution, a way to fix everything, and you can guess how successful I was at that ( Read more... )