Was taking a roadtrip with a friend. We went to this special part of New Hampshire with beautiful beaches known for their immense crystalline salt structures.

There was a lot of snow on the ground and I wanted a photo of me on the beach with the snow in the foreground. Dirty snowbridge, too many tourists.

Nt much to tell. Al I remember is that Barack Obama and I were eating a sandwich together when someone walked in on us; we were in trouble.

Nt much to tell. Al I remember is that Barack Obama and I were eating a sandwich together when someone walked in on us; we were in trouble.

Tomatoes, Toxic Waste and Mom

I was in a building, trying to take the elevator to the correct floor, but the controls were complicated and broken to boot.
I was trying to get to the 11th floor, but it kept taking me to 8 which was covered with a radioactive paste and monsters. I was more afraid of the paste than the monsters. I had to get to the meeting on the 11th floor to save my job. Or go on an interview. I think it was both.

I found my way through and pout the new laptop in my bag and crawled through the steel tunnel to get home. I setup the laptop on the kitchen table, and my stepfather was pretending to be asleep, so I pretended not to notice.

I went into the backyard (which was actually a city street) and the sky was filled with dark clouds. A beautiful red haired woman dragging another beautiful red haired woman approached me and said, "look at all of the amazing tomatoes!" I told her to be careful because she had almost stepped on a cute little mouse (she DID step on it, but he reinflated and scampered away). Then I noticed the tomatoes. Green and red tomatoes growing out of the cracks and seams of the sidewalks for as far as I could see. I wondered if they were edible.

I followed the women back to their apartment. One woman was blind, and the other was her guide, so it only made sense that they dated the same people. They introduced me to their really hot boyfriend and asked if I wanted to date all three of them. I emphatically said, "yes".

My phone wasn't ringing, but I knew I had to answer it. It was my mother. Al she said was, "Hi, Jason".

*wake*

Was on a trip somewhere - in a parking garage that was also a line for a voting booth. I got on the other lane, drove down and parked the giant black SUV that I was driving. I got my bike and I was looking for a bike rack when some guy who was very attractive and KNEW it came up to me and stuck a wad of cat fur on my back, angrily telling me that I shouldn't have gotten it on him. I angrily pointed out that it wasn't even my cat's color fur and proceeded to go off on him. He was taken aback because he's Mr. Good Looking and he Always Gets His Way™

I couldn't figure out where the builtin bike rack ewas, so I went inside.
I was in a pitch black closet with Malcolm X, trying to light the last cigarette using the last match in the book. I finally got it lit and handed it off to Malcolm, who took a drag and smiled a bitter smile. I knew how hard he had worked to quit, so I felt bad for him. There was a dark and ominous feeling, like I was trying to ignore the really bad things that wanted to hurt us.

Dream

sitting on (someone else's) green lawn chair (the kind with the woven bands). Kids are playing around me. It's a beutiful evening in a town in New England famous for its role in the AMerican Revolution.

I kjnow I shouldn't be sitting in the chair, and I'm worried that someone is going to yell at me - then someone starts yelling - about a bear sighting, so everyone starts rushing into the general store (the street inclines up towrds the store - theres a baseball field across the street). I see the bear loping towards us - it looks very floppy - like a poorly stuffed stuffy.


father showing love
fries
not supposed to

danger in house
push to talk

have to wipe butt
go to basement to use bathroom, but there's no toilet, so I wipe

it takes 9 hours to drive to CHicago, but the train only takes an hour. I arrived in a dirty station. There was a food vendor selling..frozen treates. I got "the works" which had relish and mayonnaise and pineapple.

I went back to the office - some family members were there and I was telling them about the chicago.

I drove to Chicago - I ended up on the South side. I was parked at an old, abandoned Dairy Queen and I was considering buying it. There were some rough looking kids staring at me from across the street, do I decided to hide my iphone and get i the car.

I needed to head north, but when I got to the onramp for the highway, it was a steep, thin and twisting trail leading up a green, craggy mountain. I started driving up, but it was me actually climbing with the car strapped to my back. When I looked up at a 45 degree angle, I could see the path extending into the distance. In my mind, I saw a cliff overlooking the end of the highway. It was very, very high up. I was envisioning a map - there was a marker indicating a very important city in the basic beneath the highway precipice:

Scarambola.

I wanted things to float individually during the performance, so I told him:
"if you make this happen, I will kiss you hard, on the mouth, with my penis"

he giggled shyly, and I got a bit embarrassed.

real life WoW - dragons in the pits

Reminiscing with old friends about Israel. Talking about the amazing burger

I had been fired - a long time ago, but many of the employees insisted that I stay on. It was my last day.

I was working on a woman's laptop. She gave me a floppy disk filled with liquid. It contained a full system restore, but I was doubtful.

I was in the bathroom - I urinated 6 streams of urine - each glowing a different color, and I knew I had eaten the best powerup.

I'm leaving, some people are saying goodbye. People are giving me candy. I pass my old boss's office and he tells me that it's time for us to get that beer he promised me on his first day. I'm incredulous, but follow him out, silently. I'm wondering what this is about -is he going to shame me? APologize?

I'm looking at my old, clear vinyl raincoat from the early 80s. It's covered with small pictures of family members. I comment on how dorky they looked back then. I am amazed at how well preserved my mom kept it. It has some black plastic buckles on the shoulders. There's a bit of hot pink. This is in a public phone booth, which is then a public shower stall behind plexiglass. There are girls complaining that I'm taking too much time (they are all very dark skinned little girls). I finally finish and leave - the area is now a public pool littered with trash. There's an attractive light skinned black woman wearing a tight bikini sunning herself. It's an underground parking garage.

I go into the bar, but it's a concert. I recognize the players - Adam F. he looks nervous. He calls his instrument a Klein Jar, but it's not a klein jar. It's an old style squared spirits bottle - with a heavy and wide cut glass stopper. It's all made from a vivid blue crystal. Adam holds the bottle around the thickest part and rubs it with his thumbs. The stopper floats just above the hole and slowly rotates. There's purple light inside the bottle. It emits a steady, pulsing tone. There's a voiceover (reminiscent of an old Coil track). Adam R (or John W..they're merged) are leading the group. The scene switches to me watching an old video tape of the band. I see Adam R.'s profile and tufts of his hair. I realize that I saw them play live 18 years prior, and I'm watching a grainy video of the performance.

I go outside. John wants to talk to me about he and Kori seeing a Proctor. I tell him that a Proctor is like a parole officer - they just want to check up on things. My mom walks by wearing a silk dress. It's all like a big party. I try to tell my mother about the band that I saw 18 years ago. I told her that I saw them in Delray. She's arguing with me - says I wasn't there. I'm under an expressway.

I go to sit next to (an alternate Mike - long, scraggly blonde hair). He's eating? indian condiments. He sprinkles a bit in my mouth and I tell him that it's 80% msg. He hands me the packages to read, but the ingredients list are in transliterated hindi and they make no sense. An alternate Ian is there. He's coming in from the shower - wearing a towel. Mike and I are sitting on a plaid tweed couch in a little nook. Ian is drying himself, and his genitals are right in my face, but they're strange female genitals that slowly shift color. I'm hypnotized by his insectoid vagina.

His vagina is pulsing, and is starting to churn out ground beef, but never spilling out, just reprocessing. Two fist size holes open on his buttocks, and he inserts his hands - they are feeding the grinder, but he has 4 arms, so it's ok. He adds a lot of hers (smelled like cilantro and basil) and the whole concoction turns a bright green. I start laughing LOUD and uncontrollably, and I'm trying to get Mike to see - he's laughing, but won't look because he's afraid it will make him gay. I am extremely disgusted and aroused at the scene before me.

I hear a loud "HEY!" and turn right to see Stephen Colbert's head attached to a long red arm. He's telling us to keep it down. I'm amazed at how pissed he is, but I can't stop laughing.

*wake*