Kirby and I were driving south on 17, around the curve in between Hamilton and Camden. It was late at night and there was a moderate amount of traffic flowing with us. Suddenly, cars were coming toward us in the wrong direction. It really freaked me out and I started to panic and slow down. But as I did, a large vehicle came straight at us and there was nowhere to go so I hit the breaks and slid my truck sideways, going directly at the vehicle leading by the driver’s side door. We stopped just in time and the only damage was a round puncture into my door by the front-end of the vehicle. I rolled down my window and poked my head out to observe how I’d come so close to being crushed as Kirby got out of the truck and walked away. I wondered what on earth he was doing as I watched him walk right off the freeway into a neighborhood. I drove off after him and picked him up, but as we drove further into the neighborhood, we arrived at a t junction where again he got out and walked away into the night, through a park and out of my sight. I couldn’t follow and peered up the street into this foreign neighborhood wondering what to do next.
I was on a beach with a pretty Asian girl that reminded me of my co-worker, Grace. She had long beautiful black hair and it looked like she was modeling for a photographer. The next thing I know, we’re in a restaurant called Carpa Diem. Their logo was printed on a larger silk tapestry that hung from the ceiling down to the floor, royal blue batik style. On it was an upside-down koi fish, thus, the carp in Carpa. It was styled tribal like with thick black lines that began and ended in points. It was beautiful to behold.
I was walking in a garden and I saw a large rock. On that rock was a little bird, about the size of a sparrow. It was white and had a sort of pink and yellow iridescent glow about it, especially on this sort of spiky collar of feathers around it’s neck.
As I approached, the bird didn’t seem too scared and only hopped a few feet away and stared at me intently as I sat down on the same where it was previously. I had a cup with ice cubes with me and for some reason I thought this would be appetizing to the little bird so I turned wipe away some of the sand on the top of the rock to make a good place to entice the little bird to come and partake of this delicious frozen delicacy with me. When I turned back toward the bird, I noticed that it was sitting with a nest. Obviously, this was a mother bird who was sitting with what looked to be three eggs, one of which had just hatched.
Suddenly, to the right of the next about a foot or two away I caught site of a cute little white mouse with red eyes. It ran up to the next and snatched away the chick and ran off, creating quite a disturbance with the little mother bird who took off after the mouse. As it did so, I watched another chick break out of it’s shell.
To the left of the next, about two feet away, a battle had ensued between the mouse who apparently had already devoured it’s loot and the little mother bird who was fluttering her wings and pecking at the mouse in rage for taking her precious baby. I myself was quite upset at this little mouse, who had next wedged itself inside a ceramic bowl that was turned upside down with openings at two ends. The mouse had also transformed into a much larger rodent twice it’s previous size and grown large tan coloured spots on it. I noticed that next too me was a pointed bamboo skewer, that kind used for shishkabobs. I picked it up and started poking the nose of the mouse which was sticking out one end of a hole in the bowl. It backed up revealing it’s hind quarters out the opposite end of this strange bowl, so I proceeded to start poking it. The mouse repositioned itself to hide it’s back side but it had grown too large for the bowl and now it’s nose was sticking out again, so, again I started poking it’s nose. Again, it tucked it’s nose back into the bowl where I could poke it’s back side, and I did fervently as my anger for the mouse had grown, getting some sort of satisfaction from the affair for what it had done to the beautiful little white bird.
Richard was living in a house in a forest. We were riding in his truck and he was telling me that all of the inhabitants of this particular area were moving because of a drought. He was showing me a map of the forest roads and telling me about the families that were moving and where they were going. He was living in a nice house that was broken up into sections. He had a living section, there was a rental section, and there was another section that was easily modifiable into what he wanted. We were talking about his plans with the area and I mentioned that maybe he wanted to fix up the rental area a little more and he commented that he’d already done enough to that area and didn’t feel it was necessary to do anymore.
I think I was planning on moving onto the property and we were driving by the entrance too it. The road too it was a large embankment that looked really difficult to get onto because of a very steep incline and bit of a shelf at it’s base. I knew we could get onto it but really had my doubts that we could safely get back onto the road when we wanted to leave without crashing nose first into the road. We stopped and got out of the truck and went into some sort of large work shed to fix things. We were in there a while with some other person making changes to the area when these three animals started stalking us and wouldn’t leave. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before that attacked but we weren’t close to being finished. Finally I stepped aside from where we were working to meet the attackers. I had a large knife. The first came rushing at me. It was a large black and dark brown wolf with huge sinister jaws. I branded the knife and it came running at me but I was ready for it. Instead of jumping on me or at me, it fauxed the attack lunge and pounced to my right and I moved toward my left…
I was in a large lecture hall at a university. The host was a senior professor that was having students give talk about projects that they were working on. The first that I remembered was a psychology major although the details of the discussion are vague. The one I remember was a baker. She was talking about a cake that she made and I got to sample a piece and it was amazing. After the lecture and approached her. She was a largish woman with large red hair. When I told her that I was going enthralled with her cake, she opened up to talking with me and cutting me two large slices that I was quickly devouring. She explained that she used cashew butter and cinnamon in the cake and as I ate it, I would come across pockets of the flavours that she described. I asked her if she used 1/2 or a whole teaspoon and she told me a whole, although she told me that she’d put it in too hastily and it didn’t get mixed in enough.
Suddenly, the dream changed and I was in a room with the Indigo Girls and a bunch of other people that were sitting at tables. I was sitting at the head of a table with Emily Saliers and she started singing Closer I Am to Fine. I started singing it with her and she was listening too me and loved that I knew the words and could sing it on key. So much I guess that she ripped off her top exposing her breasts and started drawing on them with some sort of grease pencil. She was hitting part of it well ‘cos I guess it’s just hard to draw on your own breasts, so I took the pencil and draw a little dot on her nose. Her face and all of the drawing started to coalesced into this beautiful facial drawing that animated as she spoke or sang, swirling vibrating. The people in the room started drawing on these large pieces of butcher block paper, then switching seats and drawing on other people’s drawings until the room’s tables were layered with drawings that multiple people had worked on. All but me… I had a piece of paper but it was covered by other stuff, and there was one of my favourite pens, the Roller Ball that I had sitting there, but I remembered feeling like I didn’t want to share my paper or my pen, I wanted my drawing to myself.
Kirby and I were staying in a place like Guerneville for a bear event like LazyBear. It was kinda like a cabin in that it was free standing with other similar structures, but the inside was more like a motor home. We had gone out somewhere and returned with 3 animals. Two of them were spider monkeys, one the parent of the other. The parent we named Panjema and the child Reilly. They other animal was a little vague too me but I think it was a raccoon that we named Tim. There was a white dog involved and that’s where the confusion came in. We were with someone in the cabin that was telling us that it was going to be difficult to register the monkeys because they weren’t common animals.
They wanted to be able to reproduce more Paul McCartneys when he died, so they drained him body fluids and put them into a large plastic container. Then they cut off his scrotum and adhered it to the outside of the container.
I was in a foreign country but I’m not sure where. It seemed to be Africa, but some of the people of this tribe looked like they could be South American, others Australian Aboriginies, and others North African, and even others South African. They were a tribe that lived around a lake and used the lake for fishing. We must have had a guide because I remember someone telling me about the people and how they lived though I’m not sure who that person was.
The people had been collecting meat for dinner. There was fileted fish chunks in a bucket, cow in another, and people were preparing other things at a large table slab, all outdoors. They had a fire going in some sort of clay oven type aparatus with a lid. I was hungry and took a couple wooden skewers and skewed some fish chunks, opened the lid on the oven and placed them on the coals.
There was an Aboriginal looking man who was the sheriff of this group of people. He had grey hair and a grey beard and he wore a long black coat. He reminded me of one of the men in “The Proposition.” He had four dogs up near his home and he was trying to get them to do some sort of dance or something.
Next, I was overlooking this large hillside. The people were harvesting very large orange squash and someone was explaining too me that the people are really dependent on these crops. Some animals eat that crops and sometimes there are very dry years that greatly affect the people. We seemed to be looking at it from high up. The squash was the colour of pumpkin, but the shape of deze goards.
I’m at the NE corner of Almaden and Branham where the two story shopping center is, but instead of that building, there’s a one level ranch style business building that runs very deep. I’m walking through with Nate Koechley and he’s talking to me about some complexities with two people. As we walk out, Nick Cotrufo is sitting on a wall just outside the front door and tells me that he got done with an interview for the manager’s position at the arcade. He asks me if I’m going for the position telling me that I’d be great for it. I tell him that I didn’t know about it and wonder why he would be informing me of a position that he’s interviewed for.
I’m a prisoner sent to an island with other prisoners. We’re sitting at the lower end of the island at the base of a large dark lake the sits in the center of the island. Around the lake is very dark and we’re at what I think is the south, at night, talking about our lives. We’re all wearing black and white striped prison clothes. We’re talking about our attraction to men which many of the prisoners have and are now admitting because there doesn’t seem a lot of reason to hide it. One of the men is rubbing my shoulders.
Suddenly a volcano in the west erupts. A huge halo of blue light is emitted from the volcano as well as enormous explosions in bright orange and red. Dinosaurs are being ejected from the area on fire out into the water and they’re swimmming to the west side of the lake. Then I realize that they’re starting to stampede toward where we’re sitting and I urge everyone to run toward the west where there are tall trees and to climb them as fast as we can so that we don’t get trampled.
