Dream Diary Volume 2

Dream Diary, Volume 2

Bonus Celebrity Dreams inRed

Mustang

I'm walking home. M---- drives up in an old Mustang. It has a roof, but no doors. She says something. I say, "nice car." She says, "It's a Mustang." I say, "I know it's a Mustang, you bitch." It makes me very angry.(top)

Runaway

I'm running away. I go into the G----'s backyard (from my childhood) and lay in the grass. It's cool and wet. It's pitch black out -- I know they won't see me. Someone turns on the back light and 4 people come out, recognize me and want to hang out with me. I go to the next backyard and hide in the bushes. I'm standing behing this tall bush and a guy walks by and sees me. He says, "look" and he points to a German doll museum that I never noticed before. It's a gingerbread style house with a big sign that says "Puppen". It's all lit up and has a winding path leading to it. I can't believe it was there for my whole childhood and I never noticed it. I want to go there with him. (top)

Flintstones Football

I'm wrapping yellow hemp twine around a sphere. It's coming out uneven. I show it to G---'s nephews and make a joke -- "it looks like a Flintstones football." They laugh. (top)

Sauce

I'm making spaghetti sauce in the kitchen of the house I grew up in. Company is here, including C-----. It has to be good. It's getting late. It cooks down to less and less and I can't find a colander for the spaghetti. The spaghetti has to sit in its own water and it's a huge mess. I know this is bad, it's starting to be a disaster. Finally the sauce is ready. I taste it and it's bland. I strain it and there's only enough to fit in a salt shaker. I think it might be ok, because it's concentrated and I can just add water. I think I better season it and I pour it into a bowl, and then I realize that it's a bowl of sudsy water. Dinner is ruined. I go tell my mother and she's in her nightgown. She's not worried, but I'm having a tantrum. I'm down on all fours, banging on the floor with my fists and screaming, "it's ruined!!!!" She says, "well, make more." I say, "There's no tomatoes left." She goes, "Well, go buy a jar of sauce." I scream, "No!!! It has to be homemade!!!!!!" I'm crying hysterically now. I look at my watch and it's a quarter to midnight. (top)

Nails

I'm talking to my mother and filing my nails. My nails keep breaking -- they're thin and weak. I keep filing and filing until I have little stubs. (top)

Christopher Walken

I'm in a restaurant, sitting with a woman. A waiter comes by with little plates of appetizers -- I take a shrimp and put it on my plate, but the woman is urging me to take more. I decide to, and then Christopher Walken comes by and says, "I'll take those," and starts to take all the plates from the server. He's piling them up his arm, like a waiter. He's kidding around and flirting, and balances the plates on me and takes them off one at a time. He says, 'We'll eat them off Karen." I'm very flattered that he knows who I am, and I can tell that the woman I'm with is impressed. I'm also a little embarrased, because I have all these plates on me. (top)

Gasoline

I'm at the base of a bridge. Something has gone wrong with some sort of equipment that I'm maintaining. It has run out of gas. The gas tank is a mechanism with six mini tanks. One of the tanks is missing, but they all have to be there for it to work. I'm trying to find something for a temporary tank. Someone suggests that I use a plastic bag and put a rubber band around the top. I think this is probably a bad idea, but eventually, I have to use a plastic bag. I fill it with gasoline, and it leaks all over. I'm worried about all the gasoline everywhere. I use duct tape to attach it to the valve, but it's wet with gasoline and doesn't stick well. Then I realize that the surface is hot, and have to think of another alternative. (top)

Orgasm Currency

I'm living in Canada. The government hands out plastic, wallet sized debit cards. Every time you have an orgasm, it registers on the debit card. As your orgasms add up, the card loses more value and there are less and less things you are able to buy with it. If you completely use up your orgasm card, you can't get into Heaven. Apparently, orgasms are little previews of Heaven, and as you use them up, you're using up your time in Heaven. (top)

Get Out Of My House

I'm in the house I grew up in, with G----. She's helping me pack things up. I keep pulling out old paintings and they're covered with mud. I think that I hear someone else in the house. It's pouring outside. We're almost ready to go. I look in the kitchen and there's a fat, black, homeless woman in a wheelchair. She sees me, and screams, "Get out of my house!!!!" She's pointing a long umbrella at me, like a sword, and starts moving her motorized wheelchair towards me, trying to push me out the door. (top)

The Fight

I have a big fight with my boss at work. I grab my bag, put it on my shoulder, and scream, "I have to leave!" There are visitors to the studio. Everyone is embarrassed. I say, "If I'm here another second, I'm going to SCREAM!!" I'm extremely frustrated. I get in the elevator and there's a graffitti painting of pigs. It's one of those "infinite" paintings, that never ends. Each pig has another pig coming out of its mouth, on and on, infinitely. I think that the painting is terrible and this angers me more. There are three men in the elevator with me. One is admiring the pig painting. It's vaguely pornographic, and this embarrasses me. (top)

The Attacker

I'm getting off a train. I have a glass soda bottle in my hand. It's late at night. A man follows me. I'm in a desolate area, between two skyscrapers, going up steps, to a fountain. There are no other people around. I know that the man is going to hurt me, so I tighten my grip on the bottle. I'm going to use it as a weapon. He is coming closer. We are face to face. I say, "C'mon, Motherf**ker," and hold the bottle up, but I don't have the strength to hit him and the words come out as a whimper. (top)

Rap Music

Loud rap music is coming from next door. It's the middle of the night and I'm awakened by it. I go into my closet to bang on the wall, but I can't bang loudly enough. I decide to go upstairs and bang on that wall. When I get upstairs, I see that the music isn't coming from next door -- it's coming from my own house. G---'s friend J-- is laying in a big bed with black satin sheets on it, and has a boom box, on at full blast, next to his head. I am furious that G--- let him move in without consulting me. I confront him and end up leaving angrily. (top)

Smoke

I am late for work. My brother is in my house. I need to get dressed. My brother is listening to the news and he says, "Don't go out there, there's a fire." I look out my front door and black smoke is headed in our direction. I am terrified and looking for my clothes and shoes. The black smoke moves through my house. I can't breathe or see. It passes, and there is soot everywhere. My brother shows me this beautiful room that I never noticed in my house. It's got a skylight and a blue marble fireplace. Everything is in beautiful shades of blue and grey, even the light from the skylight is cool and blue. But the room is ruined with smoke. There are tulips on the mantle, but they are dead -- limp, and covered with soot. (top)

Free Meal

I'm in a pizza restaurant. I tell them I'm having a show of my paintings. They say, "Go get your husband -- your meal is free." I have to go in the basement to get an order of fries. I have to climb down dirty, slippery shelves because there are no steps. Two waitresses are guiding me. When I get down there, there are a bunch of art students also waiting for free fries. (top)

Seal Puppy

G--- brings home a puppy. I'm a little annoyed because we don't have room. He puts it in my lap. It's not a dog puppy, it's a baby seal. It's grey and so cute. It looks up at me with huge round eyes. I bury my face in its fur and start to cry. (top)
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