2005.06.02

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[Still small voice]

Snippets from a dream diary, presented as a year, because Miranda tagged me. Please forgive my typos and grammatical errors — really, who can type just after waking up? Because I always have jelly-fingers…

2/28
lines of running babies in matching dark brown winter coats, running through snow, getting trampled by horsemen. they were trying to save their mothers.
 
3/1
rooming with a girl who looks like m____, running a go-nowhere business selling gift items and government cheese. i moved out with trickery because that was the only way to get her respect.
 
3/18
(wait, was she wearing glasses in the shower? i think she was)
 
3/19
denis leary on tv, performing in a slave collar, bare chested, with scruffy hair and a beard. the cover of no cure for cancer was there, and it seemed to be the same act. the cover, though, said “INSOLENT” down the side right next to “DENIS LEARY.”
 
3/28
The entire menu was sweets, including an 11$ lump that they claimed was a “pancake and cake dough pancake.” It was gross-looking, we both left.
 
4/7
At this point the gun gets taken apart, and b____ demands that he needs something made of metal from the gun, and the mugger begs him not to take the barrel. b____ says, I need something. The trigger, or maybe two of the bullets.
 
4/25
I pushed the bicycle into the overgrown driveway of the church, and then to the left and down, into a trench-like depression. The forest canopy was high above me.
 
5/4
“If I have to plunge for equipment, I will!”
 
7/4
There was a big plastic elevator up from the cafeteria. I watched a small girl try to work the buttons and then smiled at her mother.
 
9/18
IN THIS WORLD GUNS ARE OUTLAWED, THE USE OF ONE WILL MAKE YOU SUBJECT TO A PUNISHMENT THAT IS SO HORRIBLE THT NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT IT IS.
 
ONLY ONE PERSON HAS EVER SURVIVED THIS AND A SMAL CULT HS BUILT UP AROUND THIS MAN. ITS MEMBERS ARE UNAFRAID OF DEATH OR PAIN BECAUSE THEIR LEADER WAS ABLE TO WITHSTAND AND SURVIVE THE GREATEST OF PIAIN.
 
FOR SOME REASON, THE GROUND WAS CAKED WITH SALT.
 
9/26
Inexplicably the bike had grown large peas (the size of cherry tomatoes) along its wheels so I scraped them off, put them in a pile on the ground and then used the bike wheel to flip them into the bully’s face.
 
He was shocked and complained that he couldn’t hassle effecitvely in this damn town and went somewhere else to ply his trade.
 
10/24
The house I lived in was weird, with the bedrooms in the basement and a weird, lumberjack lodge kitchen upstairs. Lots of light.
 
10/26
At this point something that resembles a Japanese Zero plane flies outside the window. A girl runs to a turret (every window has a turret!) and starts firing a machine gun at it.
 
“How do you know that was an enemy plane?” I ask.
 
11/3
The next time that a____ stole the rocket and the guard noticed her rusted bolt on his chestplate, Monkey Robot girl was under the stairwell already when Amy tried to duck underneath. The plates retracted, and the automatic system ejected a____. She would be caught red-handed! She raced back under the stairs, triumphant that at least both of them would be caught, but Monkey Robot Girl was nowhere to be found. The plates disappeared, and the guard was there.
 
11/8
We stood at the open end, trains loading behind us; though we were in a state of evacuation, there didn’t seem to be any urgent need to load right away.
 
11/18
We finally escape, which involves sliding down a huge terraced mountain covered in snow. I’m holding a plate with a hot berry pie square on it.
 
12/17
I raised the storm window and screen, but they wouldn’t stay up, so I held them up with my forehead as I pushed my head through.

I have no idea if any of you even keep dream diaries. But! If you do, let me know and I’ll tag you retroactively, because I want to know!


New York, New Haven, New York

— I hate packing.


  • I believe New York, she said so a few posts ago.

    I don't keep a diary either, partly because I never used to remember what is in my dreams, and now because i don't really want to remember what I dream about (on the average at least).

  • I don't keep a diary but I do have a few dreams that bother me. Want to hear them?

    Packing? Where are you off to?

  • Thank you for sharing these moments.

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