Tuesday, January 31, 2006


I was housesitting at our secretary Kelly's house who has three kids but everyone was on vacation. I get to the house with Mark Richard, who is helping me. We open the door and it's the crappiest place ever. There are mice everywhere jumping and kind of flying. There is a guy in a pile of full trash bags and he wakes up and says "What are you guys doing here?"
We're like, "Here to clean this hole up."
He says, "Kelly wouldn't want that."
We ask why and he goes on to say that these crazy mice are endangered and this is their natural habitat, a trashy house unfit for humans. We wait until she gets home after the weekend and when she gets there she seems embarrassed. Of the mess. She's like, let me clean up a bit. She moves like three paper plates and is like, "There, that's better." All the mice come and sit on her and it's totally sick.

Monday, January 30, 2006

3 scenes from 3 dremes

Fri: Jordan and I are watching Eminem perform at a county fair talent show-type setting. He's wearing this fuzzy tophat and doing this magic trick where his whole body is buried in the cement floor up to his neck, so that he looks like this little head creature and all the while rapping away. and then at the end of his song, he sinks completely into the floor, and all that's left is this circle of t-shirt material where his head had been. While everyone was distracted, i reached out and grabbed the circle with my foot (i must have been barefoot) and then felt guilty that i should give the shirt circle to Kristine, the sports intern standing next to me.

Sat: I'm just filling in for someone else at a tropical themed zoo/restaurant/snack bar/pet store which becomes a back hallway in my high school. a guy in a suit comes in the door carrying a woman in a red dress like he's carrying a bride over the threshold- but she's not really a girl at all- it's his machine gun in disguise. He shoots some people and I run outside and spray bullets all over what is now my high school parking lot but he only gets wounded and gets away.

Sun: There are some insurgents or terrorists or just bad guys attacking a cabin. so i run and dig myself underneath this car that's half-buried in gravel. There's one other guy hiding there, but he doesn't mind. then we are somehow inside the car which is a station wagon and is half full of gravel also. we just lay on the gravel and pretend to be dead and the guy next to me looks at me and it's Dwight from The Office. They don't catch us, even though they scraped off the sunroof to get a good look. and i think they were actually in the car, but we fooled them.

Friday, January 27, 2006

roof top bath tubs

The other night i had an amazing farmland dream.. if some of you may not know, my hometown is called farmland... in Indiana.


i was walking south down north main street, right before the railroad tracks. to my right is the antique store and the penny candy store... and right in front of me is this old lady.. she's a mix between faye dunnaway and any stereotypical gardener granny.. straw hat and all. She had this huge horse with her -- it was a chestnutty color with an incredible long mane. there was no verbal interchange, but i knew she wanted me to ride this horse... he was a tennessee walker. (( these two things are significant, because when iwas young i would always fantasize about having a horse.. but never a brown horse and NEVER a tennessee walker.. always a white or black arabian)) i started riding this amazing horse north on north main. he turned down this side street where some crazy people.. and the horse was going to fast.. he got spooked and jumped really high on to the housetops.. where he couldn't get stabilized because there were bath tub like things on the roof for plants. this was unnerving because i was on a huge horse on a roof in bath tub like things.. until he jumped clear across the all the rooftops, landed on the railroad tracks and i rode him back to the old lady.

then i bought andy's old belt, the one that says 'senter daniel senter' on ebay.

The Saddest Bus only goes to the North Pole

Well, this is very weird, sorry my dreams are always so long. I don't know what the problem is. You WILL forgive me after this one, though.

Amanda and I had to stay a week at Jerome Bettis house the week before the super bowl. I for some reason didn't like him so I had to stay at his house with him and his family to see what kind of person he is. (Weird already because I think he's incredible.) Anyway, Tom Brady hated him too and had to stay with us. Supposedly New England was playing the Steelers in the Super Bowl and I HAD to pick who I liked and write a huge story about who I liked and why after the week.

Anyway, the house was not huge but if you went out of the front door it was sunny and warm and Amanda would sun bathe in the driveway. Out the back there were no doors only windows to see and it was an ocean with ice over it all chopped up and there were whales/monsters swimming under the ice with bumpy backs. It was really weird like the house was on the arctic ocean.

Anyway, they had a bunch of kids there that were staying with them, one was this weird white kid who was kind of like that kid from Sixth Sense, you know way too smart and grown up to be a real kid. Anyway, he kept talking to one of the Bettis kids and trying to convince him to do things for him or that he shouldn't. The son kept saying no and Amanda and I were in the basement watching them fight and the Sixth Sense kid stabbed him like twenty times with a dagger. We were soooo frickin' scared. I actually woke up at this point I was so scared...but I fell back asleep and resumed seamlessly.

We went upstairs to call the police and tell The Bettis' parents what had happened and the mom said Jerome had to go to practice so we waited until we got home and actually forgot about the whole murder for awhile. When Jerome got home we had totally forgotten about the actions of Haley Joel Osment, whatever his name is. We were eating dinner and Amanda remembered about the killing of a child we witnessed. We went downstairs and in the closet was the boy. Jerome was crying and asked us who did this. We told him it was the Sixth Sense kid and that he was crazy. Jerome carried his son up the stairs on his shoulder like he was asleep. Found Haley Joel and asked him if he had done it. He said yes and Jerome cried and Tom Brady was crying and we were all just bawling. Jerome forgave Haley and it was so beautiful and there was this instantaneous change in the kid like a demon left him and Haley started crying. Jerome adopted him and then Tom and Jerome had to go to play the Super Bowl. Tom told me, "You have to tell everyone about this man, please do not root for my team, write for the Steelers, they deserve it." As he was talking to me, I was looking out the back window and the ice was slowly melting and the whales were swimming away in single file. So so so sad. I felt like I was going to cry when I woke up.

Please root for the Steelers in the Super Bowl, even though they aren't playing Tom Brady.

This was one of the scariest and saddest dreams I have ever had.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Golden Apple Oil and Gas, Inc. (GAP J)

You should kick me off for this, but my dreams lately are so boring- I wish they were more like this beautiful spam email i just got from Kirk Burl (zatmwqetvf@012.net.il) which had a GIF attachment telling me all about a stock i should buy. But the body of the email contained:

yes sign tell
For close eat
I smoke clean
Which organise sit
But fall forget
search find ask
At draw can
not clean find
evening close cancel
no wait sleep
someone listen lose

So it's like a dream, right? In a way?

Ritz Bits

After two "unrevealable-type" dreams last night I woke up for a bit and looked at the clock and I'd been asleep for like an hour and a half. So I went back to the sleep world with high hopes and wasn't disappointed. Amanda and I were at this huge work dinner/party/wedding reception place, it was really nice, right by a river. We were eating some Reeses Ice Cream and watching people walk by the party out the window of this tent thing, not talking just watching and enjoying the peanut butter chunks. Then we saw this bear/dog on a leash followed by this little girl, about 7 or 8 years old. This dog was awesome, part Australian Shepherd, part Black Bear cub. It was like the size of a golden retriever and bounced every step it took. The girl was holding the leash so loosely because old beardog was walking/bouncing at the same rate, trained really well. Amanda said, "She is NOT going to be able to hold onto that leash the way she's holding it when that dog runs." I agreed but before I could say anything, she ran out to help the girl. So I was alone until my boss from work and our secretary sat down to finish Amandas ice cream with me, so I had to act like I liked my boss and we made small talk for a while until I pulled the "gotta go" card and walked off.

Then I was walking with Stephen and some random high school friend up the hill behind the reception up to this 8 star hotel/roofless movie theater/ weird water park. We went up all these escalators and there were walls all around of solid glass. I went the wrong way to the movie theater and was at the begging of a cave for underground porcelain 2 foot wide water slides, luckily there was a four foot glass wall that I climbed over so I could get to the theater. There weren't many people there yet but gradually tons of my friends and celebrities and some adults I know came in. Elden, Phillips, Jake, Senter, high school buddies, some punk kids with pink and green mohawks, the kid for Neverending Story, my cousins, and tons of others. I sat down and the movie started to play and everyone was talking and yelling. Phillips was sitting behind me and kept yelling to Elden, like 8 rows away, "Elden, have you seen this yet? Elden!" It was a frickin Battlestar Gallactica movie and I don't even know what that means, I've never seen one, but I was getting so mad because EVERYONE was talking during the movie.

When it was over everyone left and all these older women with swimcaps and olympic swimsuits came out and did like synchonized water sliding, that was the weirdest part.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Invaders! (Not actually a dream, more a question about dreams)

I know this is breaking the rules, but in general, does anyone else find their dreams frequently invaded by people you'd rather not think about?

I go through these spells, these dreams are my nightmares I suppose. Their is a stock group of people that are involved but the events are different enough. Sometimes they end up pointing out my mistakes or they want to make up or (and these are the worst!) they are simply a part of my life like they used to be, but usually it leaves me feeling awful.

Maybe I should consult a psychologist, but I'm guessing this has something to do with subconscious, stuff I'm not dealing with when I'm awake, etc. But it's not a surprise or anything, I always know what they mean or why they're in the dream. I mean, it's people I have/am dealing with, so I don't think it qualifies (technically) as supression...Anyone know what I'm going through?

(As an aside, this isn't always a bad thing. For instance, there's this guy I used to work with on the boats, Kenny, who I'm pretty sure I'll never talk to again, that plays brilliant roles in many many dreams I have, and there are others like him.)

i ain't got no hump

hello, all.
i'm new and a girl. apparently, girls ARE allowed to have dreams. so, bravo for that. also, many accolades to the starters of this dream-y bloggy snog. let's hope it continues and continues to grow and flourish. Amen.

my latest dream that i remember was incredibly beautiful and there are mixed up scenes like someone picked up a jigsaw puzzle and dropped the pieces everywhere ((even on my face)).

but, andy and i were in this mall of sorts. it was huge. it blew Mall of America to bits how big it was. there were trees in the middle and a huge cafe with nothing but windows looking at the ocean. andy and i split up in the mall, he was going somewhere and i needed something else. but i made sure to tell him to call me if he ate at that cafe. as i was on my way, all these guys were giving me their phone numbers. i took one. he had dark hair and he was in the camping section ((it should be noted that the camping section was really outside and he ws really camping)). then, i walked through the cafe and there sat andy with amanda, matt and some other girl. i started crying and dropped all my shopping bags. i wanted to tell him that i only took one phone number and he's eating/cheating on me. boo.


i continued dreaming that i switched bodies with a humpbacked whale. and it was amazing. i was swimming so fast. and i was only slightly worried that i would never get my body back, but then i remembered that that's just how things go.. and i would most certainly get my body back. so instead of worrying about me, i wondered about the whale because i have gone swimming before and i know how to walk, but the poor guy can only swim.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

This dream is something very weird and embarrassing (kind of). I was travelling with some friend and we stopped at some hotel one night. The hotel, like most in my dreams, was very communal, very dorm-like social-like. Doorways open, people being cool, etc. The people we shared a room with were Big Boi and Paul Wall. Two rappers one who I love and one I don't know much about except that he has sick fake teeth. They were laying on the bed next to me and my buddy's watching an NBA game. I decided to chill with them and realized that even though they were adults, they were like kid-sized. I started watching the game and said something they thought was really funny and during that game Big Boi and I talked about marriage. I don't know why but we talked about relationship problems and getting married and stuff. We got really talkative and the next day they took off with us.

We travelled in a cart pulled by a donkey through a bunch of wheat fields. I pointed to this beautiful woods/grove and told everyone that that was where I asked Amanda to marry me (it wasn't but I even believed) and they were like, "nice." We rode for hours looking at the land and stuff until we got to a diner that was a mile long and kind looked like a huge Rally's. We went in and sat down to eat and Big Boi pulled me away from the table and asked me if he should get married, asked me about rings, God and all that. I felt very awesome because half of Outkast was my buddy now. The reason I'm a bit embarrassed was that from the first time I saw he was in our room, I really wanted to be his best friend. Awkward, huh?

Monday, January 16, 2006

Too much 24 + Too much Devendra Banhart = Awesome Dreams

Here's my first contribution. While I normally don't get the benefit of long narrative shaped dreams, I've been getting a lot of sleep lately which helps...

The dream started with a K-Mart being taken over by terrorists. I'm not real sure of the specifics but there were a bunch of guns and smoke grenades. I was working for some sort of security company where the primary part of our job was driving around in these cars and carrying these guns. One of my Wendella Boat captains was my partner and he was giving myself and another worker in another car a lecture about always taking breaks in such a way that we could hop back into the car at any moment. Apparently if a situation were to develop it was crucial that we be in the car. Anyway, he was giving us this lecture in the Walmart parking lot, across the way from the K-Mart that was just taken over. Also, there were a bunch of people standing outside the Walmart, I guess just hanging out and whatnot.

So we're just standing there, having a break, being in a position to easily re-enter the car if need be. At this point some of the terrorists from the K-Mart noticed all the people standing around outside the Walmart and decided to toss some grenades across the street at our parking lot. Noticing this and the forthcoming explosions that would come, I took of running as fast as I could away from the Walmart. The explosions started going off and I turned around (I was able to get out of the parking lot and into some grass) and noticed that while lots of things were burning, no one else had moved. There was some chaos, some burning people, but my partner was standing next to our security car with his arms crossed and he was shaking his head at me, ashamed that I abandoned the car. Knowing that I couldn't go back after making such a shameful decision I walked down this hill.

Somehow by the time I got down the hill everything turned into a different world. Everything was darker but it felt more like we were just inside (but in a building that was big enough to be set up like it was outside) and there weren't enough lights on. Once I got downstairs I met up with some dudes that were giving me an update on the current events. Apparently the terrorists were, according to my buddies, "mainstream" and they were declaring war on all the "hippy kids." As I came to find out, we were all apparently friends and the "mainstream" where our old friends who didn't like being hippies anymore and wanted to listen to different music and thought that the new Devendra record sucked. Yup.

So this war was raging, and many events unfolded, including several "attacks" with weapons that were more like paint ball then bullets. There was a huge shoot out where Greg Pupecki, another boss from Wendella Boats, was dressed like a clown. The culmination, though, was when word was received that Devendra was coming to town to do a concert with Six Organs of Admittance. Everyone was freaking out because apparently the "Mainstream" guys saw Six Organs of Admittance as one of their bands and we saw Devendra as our fearless leader. The people on our side couldn't believe Devendra liked Six Organs of Admittance. (as an aside, having seen these two in concert together a while ago, I would say that anyone liking Six Organs of Admittance in concert were at least a little crazy, though the albums are nice)

SO the battle was really heating up. I remember I was unhappy about it all because I liked some of the "Mainstream" guys, but was loyal to my hippy bros. There was an extended break in the fighting at which point the "Mainstream" guys decided to make a secret attack, leaving thier K-Mart station and sneaking into our complex. They found me all alone in the middle of the room and started throwing darts at me. I was eventually pinned to the ground with darts in every part of my body. It was actually pretty scary. The darts each had notes attached to them for everyone in our crew. They were all friendly make up sorts of notes. I woke up from my dart comma as the letters were being read and then everyone became friends and waited for Devendra to get there.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Hot for Teacher

I was dreaming that I was getting a tour of some town or something from my friend Sean from high school. We went to the principal of Amanda's school's house, who I've never met, only heard about. When we went in on her front door was a legal notice that she has killed 12 men for a 2000 dollar fine for each offense. She didn't care who knew. She would find men who had assaulted girls or just plain treated them badly, seduce them, and then bring em home and kill em. Bam! $2000, well spent. Well, Sean seemed like he was dating her which scared the heck outta me. So I ran out the door to the back yard where some of my friends and Amanda were there playing wiffle ball. Behind her house there was a mud field so I couldn't run that way. I grabbed Amanda and tried to leave but I kept having to go in for people in the game like to bat or to pitch, whatever. I told Amanda what her teacher was doing, and she was like "whatever". She didn't believe me. But I did get a triple...NOT!

Monday, January 09, 2006

Volleyball and breasts

A few nights ago I had a dream in which I played volleyball with Lindsay Lohan. All I can remember about the game is Lindsay (we're on a first name basis) wearing only a bra. She just kept running around, bouncing all over the place. I was then somehow in Huntington North High School. It was different than when I actually went to high school there, though. I was just walking through the halls and every time I saw a girl who was remotely good looking I just walked up to her and started molesting her. The strangest thing is that I kept walking up to girls, standing face to face, and putting my hands down the front of their shirts.
My unconscious mind must still be in 7th grade wanting to grab every girl I see just to see what it feels like. Or maybe I was the only one with that urge.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

I put the "Ill" in Illegal

I'm on frickin' fire three for three. Last night I dreamed I was with the same cousins as last night but we lived together and Stacy was still in college with her other friends from college. She had these friends who lived together in this big big house. They were all very weird but funny. They would do stuff like have water balloon fights all the time and have spontaneous dancing parties. Wow, crazy huh? Anyway, for some reason my cousin Scott and I decided to go down to the park where we stumbled upon a street hockey game. We were like, "We got next," and got in on the next game. There were all these huge football players and all-around mean looking dudes. Then we go to face-off and Andy Vaught is the leader of their team. He is really mean and nasty and is very horrible to us and explains that this game is for a huge amount of money, which is soooo illegal, which makes me not like him. (I really really like Andy Vaught so tell him about this and let him know it's just a dream...a weird one.) So we get back from the game and go to this house where those girls are having a party. We're out of school and out of place so we go into the back room to watch tv while everyone is dancing and socializing. Then Andy shows up and all the people are like "Yaaayyy, Andy's here." Me and Scott (cousin) are like "He's not who he appears." But everyone gets pissed at us for accusing him of illegal street hockey. So we go into another room where this 4 year old girl is. Her mom is talking to us from the other room so we start to leave except that the little girls hair catches on fire. I watch for a second in disbelief that her mother isn't helping her, and after about three seconds I run over and put it out with my hands and shirt. She then starts loving me way too much and won't let go of my leg. I try to walk with her on my leg but it doesn't work because she's too heavy. Then Andy Vaught comes in the room and we all look at each other and we all say "It's cool, man." Then we hug and all is cool, man.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Muncie, Land of African Dreams

Last night was amazing. This picture isn't from my dream but don't you totally want to ride on that boat on the Yangtzee (sp)?

Alright, I was a 9 or ten year old African boy whose dad was a prince and we lived in the desert/mountains in a big mansion made out of a rock with grass for a roof. There was a serengheti tree growing on the roof. The inside of the mansion had all my young friends and most specifically my cousins and aunt & uncle. All the boys were playing in the cafeteria. (This place was kind of like a shopping mall with tons of stairs and no elevator.) Lots of windows and it wasn't hot like Africa would be. All of a sudden, David Allen Grier shows up to chase us kids like he's the clumsy bad guy out of a kids movie. We throw our food on him and he spills in the cafeteria and we all run to the stairs. The stairs are packed with people like in a mall but it's my house. Everyones wasting DAG down the stairs but he's still running hard. I hide and wait for him and trip him and slap him, don't know why, kids movie I guess. Then I sprint down the rest of the stairs and go out the double doors.

When we get outside we hide around the corner of the house where the river meets the pond. This part is awesome, we have a big pond beside our house which is perfectly clear and a big river running a few yards away. There is this awesome dragon in the river and the pond is full of amazing/scary as hell animals and I feel like they are gonna get us. Noone else can see that in the pond there are hippos, crocodiles and huge green snakes. My cousins keep wanting to go swimming but I keep them from doing so b/c of the scary animals. My aunt tries to walk out a ways and doesn't understand why she gets stuck about 3 feet out. She's stuck on a hippos back. So we link arms and pull her and the hippo out and then all of a sudden this heat wave comes and starts to dry up the pond. We all run around & around the pond while it disappears, but all the animals disappear as well. I find out that my dad got a raise and we all chant "Muncie, Muncie" because that's where we would all travel to with the extra money. Don't understand that part at all. Must be better than a mansion in Africa with dragons though.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Back to School Sale

Last night I dreamt that I had to back to high school. Not my high school, but Huntington North. And I still had to do my job at the same time. I drove with my grandparents to school on the first day and was greeted my Jana Henley (Mark knows who that is, I think she dated Andrew Lawrence in middle school). There was an underground parking garage that had so many spaces open but I couldn't decide which to use, plus most of them turned out to have the left or right turn only graphic painted in them so they weren't spaces, very frustrating. Needless to say my grandparents were late to class, as was I. Everyone in class had to sit in something like a stone pew shoulder to shoulder in some type of hole while the teacher taught us from above the hole. I kept flashing to my grandparents classroom which was all old coots talking really funny about Christmas movies. I also had that 70's Show Topher guy in my class and I asked him how he worked all day and still stayed in school. He was too crowded to want to talk.

I changed to another classroom that was the druggies classroom on the top floor of the parking garage, the teacher was passing around weed joints and everyone was smoking it and then some old guy did some cocaine off of a dust mop and died. Everyone ran out of the room because they heard the cops coming except some poor kid who tried to hide behind some stone column but they caught him.

So I left for the day at 3 to go to work for 8 hours. I couldn't find my grandparents so I left because I was late. When I got to work, it was locked and boarded up and I tried to pull off the boards because I would rather go to work than that high school. Well, I turned around and there was a christmas parade coming down the street right in front of me. Santa was on his huge sled with this crown/joker hat and looked back at me and said, "Matt, Christmas is in all of us." Then some old man, said "Do you need help getting in the building, it is Chrismas you know?" I just stared while he got out his keys and unlocked the wood planks and the doors and inside we reenacted the scene from It's A Wonderful Life at the end with the bell ringing and the people singing and giving money.

It's the question that drives us.

Last night I had a dream similar to one that I’d had before, but it was altogether different. It was set in this old abandoned building, very dark, which was like a warehouse or an old school or something... It had lots of stairs. Turned out the whole dream was pretty Matrix-esque. Matrix-esque in the fact that I could bend the rules of gravity, jump down hundreds of feet through the middle of stairwells without getting hurt, and take digital form and travel through land lines. There were all kinds of wires all over the place, and anywhere there was a set of lines that wasn’t covered by the rubber/plastic coating that most wires are protected by, you could clip in and go anywhere the lines went. Sometimes you ended up where you intended, and sometimes you didn’t. I was somehow affiliated with this group of young guys, all of whom could do the same things I could... It’s like we were the only ones who realized we could do these things and actually practiced them. And we were being run around by an evil force that was trying to exterminate us because we figured out we had these powers. Were we going to use them for good? I don’t know... I was too busy being chased around to know. But it was a nice change to be able to flip/fly/run/jump with reckless abandon, considering in most dreams I feel like I’m running through water with cement legs.