April 1st, 2017
|12:15 pm - dreamed|
I dreamed Trey had memorized a book he thought was funny and he kept reciting bits of it, long bits, to me. He also told me Donald Fagen from Steely Dan was a hilarious comedian, the equal of Groucho and in fact a professor of humor, but his comedy was just talking in a silly German voice, like Arte Johnson. Also I went to the shooting range with a very awkward right handed gun. I finally got it to go off in the firing range's office. It popped a hole in the wall and somebody on the other side started yelling. I went outside and begged anyone to take the gun.
February 17th, 2016
|03:30 am - dreamed|
I was in Brooklyn, really disappointed about what I'd done with my life. My brother was removing all the labels from his cassettes in a big cataloguing binge, but he was also making lots of money studying gambling, and the government was even giving him sample $2 bills that were misprinted at the mint with "0" on the back (each one had a grease-pencil red circled X), but it was cool they trusted him. My sister was there, taking time off from taking care of my grandfather, and she was very excited about a new show where the actress who played Rudy on Cosby was in the military. I felt bad about my failures (I wasn't doing anything and my mom remarked that "he never grew up"), so I went a movie called "Correction", but I took a gun in a nylon holster and it was hard as hell to hide. I spent a lot of time readjusting it in my clothes and actually missed the end of the movie. Also, the events in Correction were happening in the real world: government crackdowns and checkpoints. Getting on the subway was a nightmare in itself.
Exhausted, and now on a bike and wearing shorts, I stopped in a cute but empty Brooklyn cafe to put on socks. They were very polite as they explained that they were closed and brought me water and a menu. Then they neatly wrapped my feet in snug paper napkins.
November 18th, 2015
|08:20 pm - dreamed|
I was in a car accident and was laying in the road, where an armored car was going to roll over on me and kill me. It took forever. It rolled slowly. I had a thought that if I could turn my head it would leave enough clearance so the armored car wouldn't crush my skull, but as I turned it, I understood that this was the end of my life. I didn't have many thoughts but I thought about swing sets, seen from a distance. With my head turned I could still see the armored car, with its big flat heavy body, so perfect for crushing me, falling over. I pulled my feet up out of the way. As the car fell, it crushed my skull, but very slowly, and I thought: "so far no pain--maybe I won't feel it--I thought it would be a sharp pain and then darkness--I can still hear myself; how strange"
July 11th, 2015
I had a bunch of USB things to plug in and not enough sockets.
December 8th, 2014
|04:54 pm - dreamed|
A friend and I were on top of a tall NYC building and he decided to de-install the flagpole. He unscrewed it from the base, like you might do with a non-retractable car antenna. It was, naturally, quite heavy and he couldn't support its weight (it was about thirty feet long) and it slid down the building facade to a setback, taking out a NOW LEASING banner.
December 6th, 2014
|07:47 am - dreamed|
I was a cut-up in my SAT prep class because, for me, the stakes seemed so low. I was disruptive. Also, someone asked me for four quarters for a dollar bill and a long piece of the dream was just me checking my pockets for change.
November 2nd, 2014
|12:11 pm - dreamed|
I was at work and went in to talk to the project manager about something. When I did, she picked up a red Fla-Vor-Ice (frozen) off the desk and said "what do you think about this?"
August 19th, 2014
|11:46 am - dreamed|
I had a blue cap for a Bic pen but I looked everywhere and couldn't find the pen.
July 29th, 2014
|08:53 am - dreamed|
I had a dream that was mainly about how bad Delta Airlines is.
July 28th, 2014
|10:43 am - dreamed|
I was talking to a man who had a problem. His house smelled bad, he said, because his elephant tusks had caught on fire. Wanting to commiserate, I said that we too had elephant tusks in our house and I was well aware of the problems that could be associated with them, especially when burnt. But I was lying, we didn't have elephant tusks, and then I realized the man was friends with my mom, and he would probably mention it to her and she'd be confused and blow my cover. I woke up in a panic, trying to think of a way to get out of this pointless lie.