today i actually remembered one
i ususally can never remember my dreams. ever. but..today i actually remembered one
so today, i got up, took a leak while my two roommates were making tea, and then decided i wasnt ready to be “up” yet, so i went back to bed. it looks like i slept for two hours. in that time i remembering having a dream, where i woke up, went back out into the living room/kitchen, and there were all these people in the kitchen eating pizza. my dad and mom were also there too. which was also kind of wierd cuz they had never been to my apartment. they made friends with my roommates, and had a bunch of random people with them. its like they were on break from some guided tour of NYC, and decided to pull over at my apartment in BK and cook a shit ton of pizza for everyone on the tour. they had one kind that had nothing but calamatta olives piled on top of it. i sea of black olives that looked like the sea of alien pods in the alien movies, right before the face suckers pop out. or another one was some wierd gluten free thing that my dad made. he like made enough pizzas for everyone’s dietary restrictions. and he piled the pizzas on their pizza pans or deep dishes all onto this long table we have in our living room. there stil wasnt enough room so he started like staggering/stacking them. it was a lotta pizza. and everyone was standing around this longish rectangular table reaching in.
then i remembered how i was glad my parents got to see the apartment, since it was a nice place, but that i didnt want them to go in my room cuz it was so messy. and i think i tried to make sure they wouldnt check it out. and then everything i can remember kind of tapers off from there…
i’m sorry if this wasnt the most entertaining dream ever.
eleventh dimension
We all were part of it. We all were interconnected. These membranes clashing into eachother creating energy where the ripples interconnected. There were more planes of existence than comprehended, and these planes affected eachother through gravity although their matter could exist in the same place in different dimension. There we were looking at it all seeing this great being of membranes with loops and organic forms, unfolding into itself and twisting infinitely. I felt the interconnectivity. we knew our connection. The particles were all the same, we were all the same, we were one, yet in separate places. We were entangled.
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3/14/11
I was a letterpress, a iron machine with a heavy lever and awkwardly shaped plates. I was making prints of you, I was making prints on you, with you. I was the lithograph. I had intricate patterns, minuscule mountains that when pressed against your paper made an impression of a fine mist. Of radiant light. It felt different, wonderful, and slightly off. Induced by unknown forces. I left the room feeling confused, and came back getting distracted by the idea of making the imaginary things into real things. Then a little screen led me astray and I fell back asleep in your arms.
The punchline that never was…
I had a dream the other night where someone told a funny and witty joke that made me laugh so much I was probably giggling in my sleep. That is all fairly normal except there was no punchline. I remain perplexed.
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untitled 3/11/11
I warped from one dream to the next, almost instantly erasing my memory of the last environment.
I found myself at some type of outdoor venue with thousands of people in the crowd, and i was side-stage watching Jerry Garcia play with The Grateful Dead. I was a little confused as to why i was there, and thought to myself “Do I even like the Grateful Dead??”
After a brief pensive moment, I named a handful of songs that I remembered being pretty good, and decided to enjoy myself. Just then, a man came up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to take this giant puppet/kite down into the crowd and puppeteer it as if it were dancing to the music. Of course I agreed, and immediately started to weave my way through the people into the center of the masses. Once there, I began to fly/dance this creature of fabric and sticks along with the sounds from the stage. The crowd around me seamed to dance harder and more entranced the more I engaged the puppet with the music. Soon the people began to melt into a literal sea so humans, the music transformed into a swift wind, and the puppet into a sailboat which I seemed to be barely navigating through a storm of epic proportions. This seemed to last only a few minutes, however, and I was soon washed up on the shore. The water receded and was instantly in an infinite desert.
I dismounted the remains of the beached vessel, and began to walk toward what looked like groups of people and small shelters. Upon my arrival, I noticed that each group of people consisted of three or four individuals, each of whom were listening to a single friend of mine from different points in my life. I walked around, watching the different groups and received a nod of recognition from each of the speakers/recipients in every group.
I passed a group with a man whose purple black skin was contrasted by light blue grey eyes, and couldn’t resist returning to speak with him. When I sat to speak with them, the man held amazing eye contact to the point that it felt as though he could see your thoughts, but neither judgement nor passivity marked his face. He seamed at peace with the engagement, but also longing to speak something to me. I addressed the group, and asked him what it was that he was working on in his life at this time. It seemed I had an understanding of the workings of the universe and a history among these people as a representative/teacher of some kind. The man with the eyes of an overcast sky began to tell me of his abilities as a trance-medium/channel of a higher power. He explained to me that his “master” chose to enter his body and deliver messages, but that there were some complications in his energetic and physical approach to all of this. Being well versed in such practices I asked him to demonstrate. He asked me to walk with him out into the desert a bit further away form the group, and once we found a suitable location, we sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
After a few minutes, his body began to tremble and his eyelids were fluttering in random increments. He started talking in tongues at first, but soon the messages of peace and cosmic omnipotence were being spoken through his body as it became a vessel for this Unseen Being. His voice started in a whisper, but as the energy grew, his voice became more commanding and fuller. Simultaneously large metal wings, much like the skeleton of a Buckminster Fuller geodesic dome, began to sprout out of his back. They planted themselves into the ground and continued to grow, lifting his body off the ground and suspending him in the air like christ on a crucifix. His arms hung out to their sides and The same metallic material engulfed his hands, forming claw-like gloves around his flesh.
As the ritual reached its zenith, the man hung fully suspended at the apex of this geometric dome, and I sat still inside the center listening and observing this otherworldly display. Exhausted by the effort of this, the mans body began to tense up, so I thanked him and the Higher Power that spoke through him. Relatively quickly, the structure seemingly born of this man’s flesh began to collapse and re-fold itself delicately back into his body.
When it was dont and he had regained his composure, I spoke for the first time. I told him of the immense beauty in the message, and asked about the structure that came with the message.
“Symbols of security.” He replied.
To which I asked, “If security is the message, then why bear the claws?”
To this he hung his head and explained that he didn’t know the reason behind them, and that he was ashamed and confused why an all seeing being would choose weapons while preaching peace. I instructed him to consider changing his alliance to a being that would choose such a contrasted display of power to the message of peace.
We sat for a while just looking into each other, sharing a moment of silence and as I began to drift into the atmosphere of his eyes, i awoke.
(yes)
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wakest asked: do you love me?
more than kiva fur loves the couches
miragivator
We walked into the courtyard of a modern-style high-rise building and watched people walking into an invisable elevator and disappear as a vague outline of their being rose into the ceiling and through the many floors of the building. We entered the elevator and felt ourselves disappear and become mirages. Passing through every floor felt like going through a layer of cornstarch water solution. When we leached the top floor there was a large lounge with other invisable mecahnisms operating and people taking mirage escalators to nowhere, climbing sideways mirage stairs, and being waited upon by costumed pleasure-workers in large lounge furnature. A woman approached us and suggested that she please me with massage and seduction while he relaxed and watched us from across a large round bed. When we finished, we visited the concession bar and engaged in a discussion about their sugar-tax and the fact that there were no condiments for the coffee.
The lounge then began to decay into an old vicorian castle.
ravaging
i dreamt i was a basket of tomatoes being ravaged with violent and greedy hands, perhaps by aggressive old women at a market.
vanilla flavored off brand coffee drink.
Im taking a long drive in the country to a house full of people where there is a bathtub in the middle. a little girl is taking a bath, and a little boy walks over to the tub and drops a glass inside the water. The glass breaks and the girl cuts her finger. The boy runs away to a park wherein the military recognizes him as a well known suspect in a confidential crime and a chase ensues. To escape capture, the boy gets lost in a crowded party where people are smoking huge cigarettes. I buy one from a dark haired girl for $1 and share it with my little brother who says it tastes like chocolate. We get sleepy and drive to a supermarket to buy starbucks frappuccinos but they are sold out so we get an off brand vanilla flavored coffee drink. the cashiers are annoyed. there are ingredient labels inside the bottle instead of outside. When we leave there is a long line of cars in the parking lot. we drive incircles until the line disperses. its too hot. I woke up.
