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Dream Diary, Volume 7
Bonus Celebrity Dreams inRed
Art | Mice | Dead Drag Queen | The Dictators | Contact Lens | Fishmonger | The Boat Game | New Baby | Erotic | Red Air | The Church of Stevie Nicks
I'm at an art gallery or museum looking at paintings. One is a large painting made up of small square panels (each about 4" x 4"). I can afford to buy the small squares, so I buy two of them. My boss tells me this ruins the integrity of the piece as a whole. He is buying a chocolate cake that the artist made for $350. I scrape some icing off of the top with my finger and taste it. It's the best, sweetest icing I have ever tasted. I take some more. He's angry with me because the cake isn't supposed to be eaten.
I'm mopping a large wood floor. G--- comes by and says I'm doing it wrong. He puts a rug and dining room set on top of the floor I'm trying to mop. I look at the wall and notice there are two mouse holes chewed into the base and I can see into the basement. I see a lot of mice in the basement.
I'm in a courtyard. I come across a dead drag queen. She's wearing a blue fancy dress with an ostrich feather collar. All of her makeup is blue-- eyes, lips, nails, etc. Her eyes are open and her mouth is wide open. She was screaming when she died. Her teeth are rotted, which makes me think she must have been a drug addict. I start to cry.
I'm going with a writer to interview the band The Dictators. They all live in this big house filled with power tools. I think they look young and handsome, and I tell the writer that they must not be the original Dictators, because none of the original members were handsome. He insists that they are all the original members. They are making songs with their power tools. They are really nice to me and show me how to write songs using tools.
I'm trying to put a great big contact lens in my eye. It's the size of a tablecloth. I keep dropping it on the floor. There's someone in the bathroom with me, giving me advice.
I'm at a fishmonger's shop. I want a specific kind of fish. He says I have to clean it myself. His son is there. The son clears a spot for me at the table where he's working. I go through the barrel of fish and can't find any decent ones, only broken pieces. I need a knife. I go in his house and his young daughter is there and she gets me a short, very sharp knife, but warns me not to let her father see it. "He doesn't like the customers to use knives," she explains. I'm holding a plate in one hand and the knife in the other, and as I come down the stairs, I realize that if I trip, the knife could go through my face. I proceed very carefully.
I'm playing a very realistic video / virtual reality game with G--- and another guy. We are on a ship. We have to swim to these little boats, collect these floating milk bottles and then bring them back to the big ship. It's night and very dark. We are in a river, next to a high-rise project, which is my high school (I'm in high school). I think the game is dangerous and confusing. I swim out to a small boat and Greg follows me. I grab onto a floatation device next to the boat, but it starts to drag me down underwater. The little boat is too small, like a toy boat. I am afraid. G--- is trying to talk me into it. It's the next morning at the projects / high school. I'm new at the school, and I want to ask the gym teacher how to play the boat game. The school is a really rough school, situated in a high-rise project building. I ask a girl where the gym is. She says, "Go in the front door and make a right." I ask her if it's safe. She says yes, but I notice there is another really tough girl glaring at me through a chain link fence. She is going to follow me into the school and beat me up. The other girl cheers, "Go, Carlisle!!" (Carlisle is the name of the school.) As I walk towards the door, the tough girl is joined by some other tough girls. I think, "I guess I'm in for a beating." I go into the gym and go into a side office where the gym teacher is working. She's a young lesbian with short blond hair. She has on a lavendar dress, and as we talk, she flips up her dress to expose ridiculous, frilly underwear, also lavendar. I ask her about the boat game and she becomes solemn. "It's really not a good idea to play that game here. Don't do it anymore." The tough girls are in the gym, but they are playing basketball, so I'm not afraid of them anymore.
I'm at my friend's house. Her baby (14 months old) just had a baby. My friend says, "She just learned how to give her baby a bottle-- now she's going to change her." I'm completely shocked. How did it happen? I ask. "She had sex with a little boy, and got pregnant," my friend explains. Is it a boy or a girl, I keep asking, but my friends won't answer me. Finally she says, "it's a boy, we think." I think it's awful that her daughter had to go through with this. My friend and I are sitting on a bed with her baby and her toddler son. Her son starts towrestle around with me and he takes a scissors and cuts off a big chunk of my hair. I am really upset.
I'm staying at a motel that has three swimming pools. I walk past the first two pools and dive into the farthest pool. There are a few people in the pool with me. All of us are nude. Around the edge of the pool are pornographic pictures. Embedded into the tiles are video screens showing pornographic movies. I watch one of them. It's an oddly colored movie from the seventies. There are two men with gigantic afros in the film, and one woman. They are having sex. I swim around under water. The people in the pool are starting to pair off, but I'm alone. A man swims up to me. He swims next to me, but I try to ignore him. Then he starts swimming closer, brushing against my skin. I'm trying to swim away from him, but he persists.
I am on a red bus with a white stripe, travelling to Washington, DC to perform in a show. We are surrounded by water-- there are cedar lakes on both sides. Everything is red. There are a couple of other accordion players. G--- is there. Someone passes me an old guitar and asks if I want to play it. The neck is removable. I can't figure out how to re-attach the neck. The red air is bothering people. Someone blows their nose & red comes out. "It's the cedar," he says. We get to our destination. We're loading in, and G--- and I go for a walk. It's getting dark, even though it's the afternoon. I say, "Remember when we were here in the summer and it was light all the time? We didn't appreciate it then." We're sad about this. We pass a stranger who has a cart full of musical instruments. We point the way for him.
I'm at a big, modern church with my mother. The church service is very modern. The opening act is Stevie Nicks. My mother and I both think this is ridiculous. Stevie Nicks comes out and starts singing. She is wearing a ludicrous outfit. My mother and I laugh derisively at her.