i don't remember that much. penelope u was there. there was a new showpaper, it was really really big, and i got mad b/c the cover was like an advertisement, not art. i don't remember why. maybe w/ text and some other stuff. i complained to someone. i don't remember who. i think there were citations too on the cover, explaining what the piece was. i don't know.

I was wearing my black shoes and stepped on coals. some were still hot and they burned through my shoes to my toes. I screamed for help but the person who i was with did not help me, he just looked at me, he did not know it was serious. i think it was my father. i kept screaming, and i started throwing things in a rage to show it was serious. i tried to throw furniture threw a window. i think i did this twice, but none of the windows broke. i tried to find a bathroom to put my foot in the toilet or in the sink. all the doors i opened were bedrooms. we were in a house, but i think the inside was outside. there were a bunch of doors, maybe at least 6 or 7 or 8, i can't remember. i finally found the bathroom, my foot wasn't hurting so much, i put my foot in the sink and turned the water on. my shoe came off and i wasn't wearing any socks. well, i was, but it slipped right off w/ the shoe in the water. i figure it was b/c of the coals or something. i think there were two girls standing next to the faucet looking at me. i thought that they probably thought it was gross. then i said something to ease the awkwardness, i think.

before this i remember, in the outside part of where we were. i think my dad jumped over fences. there was a cordoned off area. he hopped a fence. i was a little worried because he was old and he would hurt himself getting over it. he didn't. when he jumped it looked like he would hurt his feet or something, but it didn't. i was also worried that there was something in there, like animals or something, b/c why else would there be a fence. so i was hoping he would hurry. i gathered some plants, wrapped them up in small bundles, almost like a bundle of mint, and threw them over to me. he threw over cinnamon. he threw over some flowers. and some other things. and he also either threw over or handed me gold. it was powdered gold. i didn't know where to put it, so i just smeared it across a page in the book i was reading. i remember wondering if i'd still be able to see the words on the page. behind the fence there were lots of rocks, it reminded me of the desert. i remember after he gave me the gold i wanted to find some more. i can't remember if i either climbed over, or if i found some on the outside of the fence.

i also remember looking at something official that had my dad's name... like a business card or something. but the act of looking at it and seeing and making a recognition, was important, b/c it created an acknowledgment or ah, "oh ok yes i see"

this continues fro the last post, i remembered more while in the bath.


ches smith and I were in a mika miko photograph. we were playing in the band. i don't remember how this was discovered. We were looking at a photograph, and showed us in there playing.

i think it was post-apocalyptic or something. everyone was fleeing. we snuck into some house and went up some staircase to a secret room to hide in. i no realize this is the same room as a room in a recent dream. the place was secret. you go through a door and up stairs. the door was small and one can easily look over it. but what else is good is that the stairs go up and then to the left. so, if you are at the bottom looking up, you can't see if anyone is in the room at the top. i remember the room being filled, i think with mattresse. there were a lot of people to hide, but i think it was going to work.

we went out later. i remember a key. i remember being seen out, and then followed on my way back, so i went into a different random house so they wouldn't know where we were. i didn't know how to get into this house, i had to quicckly break in, and lose them, and then get out. i remember a long metal thing, either used to break in, or to walk across.

they, the people following me, were in a car. or two.

i remember when i went out someone was with me. oh, the reason we were caught and chased was b/c the other person stole something from the store. like a candy bar or something. i am thinking of a buffett, but it was a store. now i feel like it was similiar to a hotel. there was a closed store, but you still could grab the stuff. that's when we ran back. i forgot why we had gone out.

jamie offered my $600 more for the photo project.

that's all i remember so far.

update for previous entry

I was listening to music from Mali, and writing an email where I mentioned my address and then:


i remembered Miya was in my dream. She wanted me to get a poster from germany in real life. Something about this was in the dream. Maybe we were discussing where to have it sent, or how to pick it up, or if i should order it or go and buy it.

we were in a house. it was like a cabin house. maybe it was mike mills house. I don't know why i think it was mike mills house. there was art around the house/ cabin. i feel it may have been some kind of exhibition house that you can just go in. but then the people who lived there came home and it was weird. there were apples above us. i remember standing on the bed and grabbing a wooden stick to try and get some apples. we were in the bedroom, but there were apple trees above us. where we outside? i don't know. vaguely remember getting to the house. maybe we drove there. i remember windows.

I know there was more. But all I remember is Mylinh had pink hair. I think. Maybe it was white. It was dark, and then all of a sudden I saw it... That's what I remember, that I was with her, and didn't notice, but then something happened where I noticed. It got light, a light turned on, light flashed on her... And it was like a granny haircut, or an old 50s secretary bun. I can't describe it that well, don't have this kind of vocabulary.

I think I remember thinking that "I need to write this" about my dreams, and I'm wondering if I was dreaming that thought. Or, if I was thinking about it for things I was thinking, and not even dreaming.

I remember a weird crazy house. I think I escaped the room where we were all laying passed out/ maybe dead? in. I left w/ someone, and later I think this person turned into Ceci M. We snuck into a room, and then through a weird door where there was a secret staircase that lead up into another room that was all dusty and fillled with old fashioned clocks. Lots of cookoo clocks. She went up first. I followed making sure to close the door, and as I went up I noticed that someone was trying to get up too, but I don't think they ever got through and noticed us. Now I think this person looked like a fillipino from UCR that I knew. I think he was supposed to be a guard.

Now back to that room where we were all laying down. I remember at one point there were birds flying around a central/ atrium room, which our room was connected too. later i looked out and all the pigeons were exploded and i thought it looked really gross.

oh, also, i was scared some people were zombies in the room.

today

I don't remember the dreams from last night.

Maybe because I did snooze on the alarm a few times.

Not sure.

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This is way over due. S Westfall told me I should start one of these when I mentioned Astral Projection. Mary H told me that she has one. So I decided to start now.



two or three days ago i had a dream about my father. he was hiding/ living in the attic of my mom's house. i can't remember the details. there may have been two occasions. one was that i went to the door of the attic b/c i heard a noise and listened, and didn't hear anything. so then i left. and later it occurred to me that he was in there.

naseem was somewhere.

i think vlatka was in a dream more recently.

i had a dream that i made a conscious note that i thought i was tripping. this is weird b/c how can i come to this decision in my dream. my perception was altered within my dream, and i thought that maybe i had accidentally taken lsd. i remember trees.

this is it for now, these are days old.