Messages Scratched into Thighs

The message snuck in from nowhere..he asked if I still had multi-colored hair... I replied suspicious of his intention to contact me after so long... he said he looked like Kaiden now... whomever that is... a character well known apparently, as I witnessed that name printed on glasses that sat in a cabinet...all it meant was that he shaved his head...summer will be here soon....he watched as I scratched a 'keep in touch' message with my thumb nail into his thigh knowing full well he wouldn't.

Too Many Faces...Too Many People

there was just far too many things going on in that dream....head was about to implode...woke alll feverish and sticky...more tired than when I fell asleep to begin with. hopefully can get back to it....time is running thin. so many faces...so many people.

Extracting DNA from the Horde of Prudes

hordes of prudes up-roared about the excessive sexual nature of the film... I was alone in the theater while they protested outside watching with delight as I sifted through the empty contents of a purse. Later I helped a small family of deer to escape a hunter, abused to escape their abusers...there was so much blood and dismemberment... attempts to extract DNA from a now rotting corpse, the body had to be cut in half and squeezed a certain way for the identifying blocks to be released...heads were shaved as we watched out for any potential witnesses.

Kevin Bacon at the Pool Party After-Dark

this time I fell asleep on the ocean shore...bombs that had been hidden chained to the deepest of ocean floors all went off, one right after the other....there were concerns about a tsunami...I woke with black rusty wire tangled around my arm....the shattered remains of what had been destroyed... a shiny onyx dud floated in and out with the current. We took a spotlight and searched the shallow fresh water for saltwater salamanders...an old hippy with a grey beard encased their bone structures into resin pipes.. I nibbled on one...then nibbled directly on the skeleton...it was to prove something, but I can't remember what.....I found my motorcycle in the nick of time, someone was trying to steal it from the center of a frequented round-about... I promised him lessons though I was not qualified to give them...seeing as it was my 2nd mode of transport I wasn't too confident in my own ability to ride it...but I managed... Kevin Bacon was at the pool party after dark.... he was the good guy in this film.

Time Travelling Oxygen Controllers

time travelled to the 1920s or the 1880s...couldn't tell the difference if I tried....with the ability to control oxygen....a group of us sat in a room trying to figure out how to save her daughter.... we gave ourselves 5 mins of air and then restricted the rest of the world as we watched the piillow wafer that sat on a teacup plate...it represented her sickly daughter trapped somewhere in a limestone cage...just before all were to perish...oxygen was rereleased and we watched the wafer expand and contract as if it were breathing...finally it worked...her daughter would live.

Riots over the Lack of an Emotional Connection

For some reason decided to attend a high profile court hearing...got into an argument with the court clerk...she couldn't understand me when I was telling her my name to collect my items they had to keep stored....some friends from present and past decided to come...after a line jumper and 2nd round of security searches I decided it wasn't worth it anymore and walked out. Stood on the steps off to the side and watched as people began to riot....they carried torches and chanted her name...they wanted her to burn....As things faded from view there was a realized complete lack of emotional connection over dinner dates...I lost my appetite...it was all as if I had been here before.

2 Days of Disappointment

Hey brain...I really love the return of the insanely vivid and detailed dreams...but show me something new....leave work dreams simulated in real life or 3D and the reliving of traumatic events out of the mix... 2 days in a row you've disappointed me...don't do it again.

Detail I Didn't Need

I dreamt about it in detail...I really didn't need that dream.

Filleted by Dishonesty

a knock at the door..the peephole covered so he was forced to answer...presented with just the face of his accomplice, which he didn't recognize... it did look more like a crude papier-mâché mask than of a persons face...he was told to look in the gutter drain for the now faceless body... had it not been his accomplice... at the hands of the both of them, it would have been some other unsuspecting soul. His rage was apparent and I waited in the drivers seat to be stabbed and filleted by his hunting knife...red in the face, he couldn't fathom, nor could he stand that someone got one over on them. I could walk faster pushing a bike than those that rode one.... we waited to see how long it took for dishonesty to rear it's ugly head.

Secret Child and The One in the Grave

a child no one knew existed...a tall man in a tracksuit...through a straw short clouds of smoke inhaled from a chocolate herb and a secret room that used to belong to someone else....I moved the rocks as if they sat on the grave of the one that won't be here to see it grow.

Iced Maple Syrup and Chris

I blew my nose and then smelled maple syrup...my car was completely iced over this morning... I dreamt of Chris (DP), he had a full head of hair and looked healthy. None of these things have anything in common...nor are they connected.