Dream 01/26/09

We all waited, seated in a classroom for our letters to be called.
I was at some kind of work or training camp in the mountains.
Once my letter was announced I went outside and stood in line with other people waiting
to slide down a ground-level slide made of polished oak that ended somewhere underground
in a cavern.

Kurt Cobain was at the front of the line waiting to go down. Men in suits then gave the okay,
and he jumped instead of sitting down. He landed and slid down the rest of the way, and everyone
laughed except for me, because it looked rather painful, but I knew that he had jumped for the sake
of the audience.

When I reached the top, I was handed some small round pegs of oak that fit into small holes at the
top of the slide, which I put in my pocket. I ended up deep underground in the cave, several yards from where the others had landed. We were all expected to stay in our places overnight, and emerge in the morning. We passed the time by
telling our stories to each other while respectively staring up at the dark rock ceiling.

When it was light out, I stood up and realized I was wearing boy's white briefs covered in soot, and boxer shorts that
kept falling down. I was embarrassed about this, and hurried to get the place where I could clean up.
After I was dressed, I walked outside toward a cliff, and standing there was a boy from the cave. I hadn't seen him,
but I knew that he had told the most compelling story about how he lived in a squat in Kentucky with a bunch of feral, and
runaway kids. His mom had to flee from the FBI, and leave him there. So he befriended a younger french kid named Tim.

He asked me to come with him, because no one really had anywhere to go.
I also wanted to go because this person contained a combination of many traits that I found fascinating.

Tim, (the french kid, grown up) landed a small airplane with an open cockpit, and we jumped in. We flew close to the side of the cliff where there were all kinds of words and pictures carved into the rock. Tim turned the engine off, and the plane started to drop like a brick. They were wearing seat belts, but I wasn't, so I held onto the blue vinyl seat as tight as I could. I was thinking that I never minded risking life and limb for a chance to learn a cluster of many things at once.
But we didn't die, we ended up in a small mexican town. I was looking for a place that served nachos. The end.

Murder Dream

All of our computers at work were broken or being used. I had to open up a file in illustrator,
fix it, and then send it to print, so I went across the street to a coffee shop to use a computer. We printed an L-word adhesive poster for their premier party, so I thought it was a homo friendly coffee place. One girl complemented me on my clothes, and I told her that her haircut was super-cute. She said "Eww" and walked away... I was like "Whatever!"
Then I worked at the coffee shop and someone had gotten murdered in the back, so we all got to go home.

I lived in a big craftsman-style house with several of my brothers and sisters, and a mexican dad who was a murderer.
He had a set of knives that where extra sharp on both ends, so they could only be held in the blunt center. Some of these knives were forked, and all varied in size. We all had to stay together in one room, because if one of us wondered off alone, he'd stalk and kill us. I saw my sister (Shane from the L-Word) get killed in the alley behind the house, I remembered there were shoes hanging from the electrical lines.

I took one of the small, long blades and put it behind my back in my belt. The knife cut my skin but I figured I'd have to get used to it. When our "Dad" was taking a nap, I got on my bike (which was spray painted black) and rode down the street to a small dock where I kept a steal 10 foot boat. I started to paddle up the LA river, when I realized that I'd forgotten my keys and phone. I went back to the house to discover that HE threw a fit when he woke up and left the house. I rode back to the boat, and he was waiting for me on the dock. He asked me where I was going and I said "to mom's house for Easter." He asked how I was getting there, and I said "the high road". He said "let me see this high road." I was trying to reason with him about the killing, while he pulled out a particularly nasty looking knife. I threw up my left arm while grabbing the knife from my belt. He stabbed my forearm, but I plunged my knife up under his ribs piercing his aorta, and said "Fuck You".
I woke up sweating!

I was living in a house, it was morning-noon-ish, and I was shuffling around a kitchen. My joints were stiff. My boss came into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. He was looking at me like he thought I was on drugs. Then _____ came in and gave me a bacon and cream cheese sandwich, along with a bowl of strawberries, bananas, and cool whip. She was over-worked, and sick, so I didn't have the heart to tell her that I don't eat bacon, or bananas. _____ and some guy came over, and were hanging out with _____. Then we were going to smoke a cigarette, so I walked down the street to a strip mall where we usually smoke, and they weren't there. The people at the coffee shop were staring at me as if I was a leper. I walked back up the street, and it was extremely painful, because of my stiff joints.
Then I was driving my Nana's gold Buick to the store. She wanted to go to a diner, she was drunk and demanding, and EXTREMELY annoying. We got to the diner, and I had like 25 cousins. They varied from white to black, and were all female. Most of them were cool, and I remember trying to find one that wasn't my first cousin to possibly date. My Nana was cheating on her husband with my Papa, they were both drunk and went into the bathroom to have sex. One of my cousins and I agreed to get the keys to the car away from my Nana and take off. We did and when we got back to the house where we all apparently lived, all of these crazy rednecks from Indiana where there, all distant relatives. I lived in a room in the garage. There was water dripping down through the roof from the swamp cooler, and black and green smoke coming from somewhere. I pointed this out to a man wearing a red ball cap, who started arguing with me concerning gays being child molesters. I went into my room and
grabbed one sketch book to save, and left with my cousin to go back to my Dad's house... What a stupid dream.