Blog (there we go) with stolen flowers instead of wreaths.
(There was a story of a woman stealing wreaths placed at grave stones.)
Smashing Pumpkins covers Green Day’s Minority.
#StolenFlowers
Many elaborate dreams.
Something of food—including candy/chocolate.
Something of an amusement park.
A tower of a room, a man with a beard.
A look at a stadium—its lights, not a positive take.
#Elaborate
Almost vivid dreaming, realistic but a bit forgettable.
Surpassing boundaries,
School boundaries, door boundaries.
Getting into fight. (Dream interrupted amid conflict.)
Using brother’s content.
Emboldening somehow changed the font face.
Can’t get off Courier.
#Boundaries
More realistic dreams,
until a “Lenny” was inserted at the end of the first set.
Nothing like Lenny from
The Simpsons,
more a real-life person.
#Lenny
How dreams spit back uses:
something USM Portland parking lot.
Eventually,
Marathon, with larger map scale,
making even the distance bet. missile launchers large.
Blurring w. 8-bit static leads to idea of intensity compensation
so static comes out right, overall
—inverse table method (already thought of a long time ago).
Daily usage and work and entertainment bleed into dreams,
but also hallways and buses
and submissions before entering submission.
So much emotion for so few things.
Even Yahoo News appeared in some way,
of the day-to-day, read each day.
I thought
Miracle Polish,
one of Steven Milhauser’s brilliant stories
(he could’ve written for
Twilight Zone),
would have bled in, reading it prior to sleep, but it didn’t.
Use becomes imagination in dreams,
not the other way round, it seems.
#Use
Team had figured out a puzzle before,
to get in, now they can’t.
New members.
More smartphone-related crap.
#LazyVirus
Future of entering the world as prisoners.
Students, we are,
making our way past the guards.
Almost like a ship on a different plane,
right there, above Earth’s surface.
Done with final guards on the ship,
we mingle with people on the planet.
One of us is too open—anyone can overhear; he looks like Bret Baier.
Later, I was telling the parents the stage had peole w. guns.
The father says I shouldn’t be quick to react to what people say
—that I should think before I speak.
#TheWorldsAStageBeforePrison
Using la smartphone. Anroid, etc.
Goint to hell, it seems.
#PersonHouseDumpsterAndroid
More school crap missing, past 9:30-something, lots of walking;
at back or side of a building, searching,
stumbled on Sam android (w. hole in face), who says he’s Dean.
Chases us, me becoming Dean (or “Sam,” the opposing),
some woods but mostly a road.
Resolved, android dissolved.
#SchoolHouseDumpsterAndroid
Imps enter reality and I can never have enough ammo to rid them.
Expensive tribute compilation of games,
apparently non-specific to avoid Copyright issues,
though Lemmings was obvious.
Aliens invade Earth, and I have trouble going to the bathroom!
#AlienInvasion
Kids send another to a parallel universe w. a little box of a device.
Trapped by other kids there, mother can’t believe the explanation.
#DimensionalLordoftheFlies
Getting away with murder—just business
and play.
Ridding a female, an escort, employee or mistress(?).
Sexual jokes in
Whose Line Is It Anyway? turn R-rated,
applying something to a red dildo thing hanging out.
Always Awkward MTV programming:
South Park and
some real faces, intercut with live action, with nudity.
Intensity on the young woman’s face.
The after and before nipples like zits.
#OversexedTV
New synthetic material, used in alloys?
Small cannonballs that look like tomatoes.
The material warps, the balls gradually misshapen,
even in my hand—the ball; becoming ovoid, long.
Problems ensue. Material used in a restroom;
walls are off, but not collapsed.
One kid, in the restroom, needing to use it, is farting,
needing to go; puts hand down pants and snifs.
Health problems in another kid—hives or something.
All, it seems, because of this synth material.
Dick extensions. Veins stretched out, et al.
Foot long? How about almost reaching the ceiling.
#SynthMayhem
Multiple story points.
Tetris championship,
quasi-SMB underground bonus block arrangement.
Dog has disease of seeing things that aren’t there
—K-9 schizophrenia?
I warn the people looking to buy the graying old dog
—happy to see them.
It pushes open the front door(!),
falls into basement;
I turn light to basement on/off, from upstairs.
Scary disembodied voice downstairs comes up.
I wake up to “Now, do you see?”
#SchizoDog
Waking dream parody of te ThunderCats:
The ThunderClaps; they all spread their diseases, the cats;
Gone-are-we-a…
#ThunderClaps
Expensive effects for b/w film, rock/hillside.
A package w. a thumb drive, another w. a floppy.
#PricelessDeprecation
Packed supermarket—and I mean
packed.
Old-style presence of store customers.
Driving car, angry, lucky I didn’t get into an accident.
Unable to find parking space; hit a jam; maybe flip a 180?
#Car180
Old founding fathers’ historical site (no known actuality),
rusted out, painted over, closed off and yet
when I broke into the lower section with the water ways,
the lights are on, the chlorinated water is circulating
—everything. It’s huge, and there’s more to it.
#SiteForSoreEyes
Earlier (to noon): messed up TV startup.
Synch’d a little w. actual toe pain,
hitting metal brim of speaker in-dream.
Leads to an elaborate but brief thing abt. speakers
—female voice.
Use of remote controller: VCR? TV.
Messed up TV startup.
Later (to 6:57PM): Motel? Home.
Worm-like parasites coming out of the wall thru holes.
A lot of view of under the cabinet, looking for the holes.
Mother doesn’t buy until she sees…
Killed them all; missed one.
Survivor on floor, placed into doll.
Doll becomes functional, acts like somewhat-robotic child.
In “theatrical version,” becomes red-headed child,
never any boobs—not human.
Girls playing on field, with Native-like skirts.
I become cameraman, mid-field
—drifts into fundamentals of “action with the players.”
Game over, vegetation all-round, found cars.
Ends like episode of
King of the Hill,
voice actors of Peggy and Hank to two naked guys
“dressed” like naked Ted Levine in
Silence of the Lambs,
only figure on left blurred; guy on right tucked.
Commentary: oh, now they’re wearing [animal-pouch G-strings].
#RottenBangedHomeHolesDollChildHill
Competing in coerced weight lifting, at some hour,
barbells were stacked into another room.
One of the non-body builders, I perform push-ups w/o feet.
Something about plumbing…
Upon posting on work,
Comment of name and “Love ya’,” and invitation to forum.
Only in my dreams do people seem to care.
In real life, no one gives a shit.
#CompetingForZero
Dangerous.
Dream turned into
Goldbergs.
Wheels on toy car rotate when removed;
teacher needs assignment done.
#WorkForWheels
Simpsons blended with Awkward.
Black flying drone in an empty garage/space.
Armed—shoots up the place, through walls when activated.
Looks like blend of Marathon drone and motorcycle.
Almost out of RoboCop, but real.
Movie has ancient gods (something characters)
taking over world, calling opposition in part “leftist.”
One “leader” glad about change on map, until seeing it.
“Adventureland” also put on the actual map.
With Adventureland subpoint, other absurd.
Other meaningful dreams…
(Everything/body in the way,
never help on anything, as always; form of hell.)
#SimpsonsAwkardDrone
Small library?
Giant book in rack?
Never been here before; sloping floor.
Shelves around room (implied?).
Christmas Eve? Some 24th of month.
No snow outside, grass. Maybe late Summer.
Woman that leaves, possible worker, walks out,
down walkway backward.
Here for internet access…
I ask, in Spanish, “a word, please.”
Kid—small, respondds fluently, as if a child prodigy,
speaks French and Italian too?
The kid is among students, perhaps,
or the children of the Library owner.
Owner says he’ll be busy. “Do you need to use it?”
“No, I don’t need to.” (False!)
#SmallLibrary
Seinfeld episode with suggestive content.
Elaine talking with Kramer.
Founding Fathers’ costume party,
and implications of homosexuality
between Ben Franklin, other; audience reacting, laughter.
#SeinfeldFoundingFathers
Feat. musical artist in show performs in her way
with drummer. I won’t let you go,… so STAY WITH ME.
Woman in glasses, has method of ad libbing songs.
Drummer also wore glasses and apparently shared the KB
at the end of the perf.
Wow. A whole original song performance in-dream.
Earlier: major leaks and caving foundation
as if on ground floor.
#AdLibMusician
Dream in medieval times, the 1700s, if you call “security,”
none arrive, and if you stand in line for a vending machine;
it is not a good idea to stand w. cash in had
(I had only 10s, 100s and a $1 bill—it was $4.01 for water;
hold the $1 and a quarter.)
#HoldTheDollarAndAQuarter
Friends, return of, finish line.
(Two main female characters return to natural hair color
after ‘adventure,’ two guys who may erupt in a fight.)
—something about a hill.
#SomethingAboutAHill
By the bed:
Old keyboard tipped over—intertia wouldn’t do that.
Haunted KB? Or matress cover?
Dream that I had started with the thing falling apart,
broken in pieces, then on the other side?
#HauntedKeyboard
One after another, bad guys try to score drugs
off a female drug mule, cuffed by authorities.
In a situation that turns worse,
Kevin Sorbo is an aging knife-thrower,
the last among bad guy actors.
He missed me.
I missed him throwing a pair of scissors.
I try to run; will he kill me with my scissors?
#ScoreSituationKnifeThrower
Waste time trying to gain friendship of two girls?
Drifted from on earlier dream,
The two—one appeared male.
Writing “chili con cesa” (not queso) in snow
with feet, walking.
#CheeseDrifter
Finding feedback in physics,
generating models,
building fluid but sided structures,
appearing to generate electricity
and ice out of nowhere.
The unreal substance ice began to melt
in my hand, leaving “water” behind.
And the non-radioactive device is so small
-can hardly be seen amongst wires and plug.
Later,
SMW and incorrect tick rates (slower).
#VirtualIce
“Based on a true story”?
Tech guy deals with shrapnel bomb
fire, woman ditched pencils (the shrapnel),
she dives into shute, fireball blows her through.
She ain’t interested. (<-lost context)
Safe: guy almost unscathed, has pencil in hair.
Hallmark-like movie ends w. wife saying she’s pregnant
—no. 19, he says;
he’s busy, and they’ve raised 18 children.
I joke, when are they gonna stop
(when he stops having sex w. his wife
—“Which is never,” he responds, or would).
‘Strong Christian overtones,’ indeed.
#PencilBombJoke
Lifts in key red toilet stalls to special areas.
Weird lights in a poor house.
Roof repair? Yeah, running leaks ’stead of driping leaks.
Like Justice League to different super heroes,
muliple horror stories combined into one movie.
One such story: a TV in one restaurant room, not another.
#ConglomerateHorrorShow
Earlier (possibly yesterday),
dentist tooth cleaning, brushing,
as if there’s an regularity.
Dreams end w. coming close to hitting other cars on road.
At restaurant,
mother tells me the customer bathroom’s locked.
With a rubber band?
#NearMissRestaurant
Non-chain theatre/store complex?
Challenges climbing down Hotel(?) stairwell w. others.
Someone joked that someone jumped out a window
on one of the floors because it was open,
as we continued downward.
#StoreHotelJumper
A man that died starred in
Forgetance.
Bogus memorium.
Only one non-poisounous apple
in the in-between place connecting the woods,
moving for a task brought on by someone else.
Foot-washing,
witnessing an oddly placed shower head with barrier.
#BogusMemorium
People attracted to house.
Cable installed, yet house continued to attract.
A travel through time, yet
another false fiction: 2017.07.09.
#AnotherFalseFiction
Somewhat fun student drummer/musician
and son of police officer (high-ranking?)
hands odd scope, long with two turns and view finder
to girl, to see tickets.
Cop dad arrives, spoils everything.
Not-so-popular: one time, going so long in song play,
only him and seated friend or guy he could utilize,
the crowd had all gone to a techno/dance party,
something.
#DrummerSonOfCop
Second person on-scene for story,
O’Reilly Factor correspondent,
and blonde female journalist
calling herself an original liberal,
sitting in the passenger seat of car.
Dash-cam view of middle-aged male and female,
reversed horizontally (or UK car?).
(Driver on left side of camera view.)
The spinning FNC cube drifts into midscreen;
“Do you mind if I just…” the blonde says,
before she grabs the graphic,
moves it back into place.
#DrifterCorrectorCorrespondent
Ghost playing piano downstairs.
Upon request of stopping for the day,
the invisible spirit turns the light off.
Game map: close-off into instant-teleport,
bugs/bouncy wall into opposite section.
Multi-switch lamp with different switches
has rating too low for 75w bulb.
Told [aunt] falsehood of getting married.
#GhostPianoPlayer
One little leak of good dreamin’:
“Hey, Clarence.”
“Yeah, professor?”
And then this:
When you’re ready… something code-related, window drawing.
Nope, no prep for my non-programming writing.
#ManualLaborEnglish
Dreams include an experience in the basement.
But things were off.
Inconsistencies on the position of the toilet.
Fiberglass drooping from the ceiling— somewhat true.
White plastic to keep it up, false.
#UnsafetyNet
A lot of time spent in a supermarket.
Thinking, FileTime code, with 0xFE000000x0 offset… still in supermarket.
Later, Pelles C projects in a downloaded library.
Unreal, how?: POCC isn’t nearly popular enough (or bugless) for that.
#SameOlCodeCrap
“Or we are in a form of…” (Monotone
Dun-Dun-Dun.) “Hell.”
This, say the pixelated color dog thing CGI,
my response to the infinitely forward direction.
(Or “slope” of 0.58-something, which make no sense.)
The setting: the Middle School.
The class assignment: pick a word,
preferably out of a list in a large sketch pad thing,
or microfiche (which we never saw).
An assignment too difficult for Middle School
—picking a word with a lot of meaning to the
victim student.
So hard that a word from the pad was preferable,
as the word-pages had extra content, aided.
Stuff written on the board.
Passing 1:30 p.m., Mr Thorne (who was black here)
turns his attention toward me,
and how I’m doing nothing, warning me
that I should pick now, with the pad or micro,
as working on it at home would be a lot harder.
Class and day over, have to use the restroom;
Men’s rooms all over full, school shutting down
“until 9:30,” a.m. presumably.
After a while, and they start closing their sliding doors,
I inform that I have to urinate.
A faculty member hears me,
says to all in hearing range that
‘he has to take care of his health, his penis.’
—“My bladder,” I say.
And down the hall, in a group of individuals,
passing “underground” activity that somehow occurs daily,
of different nationalities in business
and foreign affairs work, in respective languages,
to my left, walking down this same hall.
Given I was somewhat lucid,
noticing the incorrect fact that Mr. Thorne was black,
I suggest people from India;
we pass Indians down this infinitely long hall.
In a Middle School building?
#WorkOverwhelmedBladderFull
Dreams include this:
Ike Barenholtz, “starving” in a car, the passenger seat,
has head tray with water.
Cop car behind them, pulls them over at one point.
They thought he was dead or dying or something.
‘No telling what drugs were in his system.’
Charges?
Last I saw, they were solving his hunger with donut holes;
cops and donuts, like white on rice.
Media report on this.
(And cops don’t always eat donuts; rice isn’t always white.)
#StarvingIke
Ellen Degeneres, before she “came out” on ABC,
acting a role of being in a tub (hot tub) w. man.
#EllenInATub
A Cheesos cereal? Newman’s Own Cheesos cereal?!
#Cheesos
Rotting and failure in a small mansion (w. old bath tubs);
failure caused by distress the spirit of a murdered man.
Electrical failure, holes.
It appears one of the paying guests is responsible
for the murder—“worked his magic,”
as the detective would say.
Even flashlights fail.
Walking within dream, I find lit candles
lighting the kitchen.
The refrigerator is still running.
The multi-meter shows no power in the surge protector
underneath the light switch.
There are more than one instance of electrical outage.
A commonplace dream.
The only in the latter dream, waiting for mother
to come home, for each candle I try to light
with one already lit, both go out.
Some fluid on the wick?
(The wax is the main part of what keeps a candle lit!)
Familiar rotting failure.
#RottingMansion
Mother can somehow, at one point in the past, afford a small
streaming device for over-the-air, choppy-frame rate programs.
One program, saw previous, had sex, nudity
(not FCC-friendly). Among a line of sex w. women,
one is instead not a prostitute(?),
and pregnant, about to go into labor.
Man/men there are almost comically ignorant of what is/what to do.
Lastly, “racism in TV”: how black characters/contestants
are “deliberately” forgettable.
#MiniBoobTube
Extraordinary injuries talk show special.
Includes a woman; remaining: only her head.
But not like the Futurama heads in jars.
But connected with breathing tube, etc.
#ExtraordinaryInjuries
Countdown to real muscle cramp.
Apparently served in-dream as count-up to urination,
first standing barefoot in the tub.
#CountDownToMuscleCramp
Zombie apocalypse.
Use of another movie within a movie (neither real in real life).
Congregation of survivors.
I change my shirt…no spares; have to put it back on.
Zombies become adept, climb sides of buildings, smash windows to invade.
Out of one end of building, two windows.
One woman climbing down looks somewhat like a zombie, given makeup.
But she is a mother, holding hands with daughter.
#ZombieClimbers
Date forgotten.
Reaction to my notifying the audience of deleting the blog.
Warmer than what actually happened: zero, nada, ziltch.
No one cares.
#Forgotten
SMW adaptation.
Forgot the second “memorable” dream.
Some scanning (of my balls?); I touched the machine;
two employees didn’t want to get caught;
I’d work off the expense, but no; free.
Climbing the stairwell, quickly down the center.
I caught a red-head, distant, at one end.
She laughed at my presence;
her head, partly from the side,
perfectly rendered in my mind.
I could just picture her
snapping pics of me; but she didn’t.
Waking, I thought:
maybe I could make her laugh more,
comically humping a bookcase. Stupid.
#DownStairClimber
Signing forms.
Hiring an escort to only play card games, apparently.
I am...boring.
#Boring
Social acceptability.
A woman close to me at the time not liking my “cynicism.”
Feckless, I defend my position.
Later, other students normatively treat me like a contemptable person.
What can I do without
being like everyone else?
#NormativeBS
Touring a scene of Canada, one says ‘all of Canada is beautiful.’
The birds look and behave exactly the same as in the U.S., though.
A girl balancing on the railing, and an adult woman.
They were both, however, spirits, deceased.
At a point the woman was driving, toward a desired destination,
grounded by someone still alive,
a man, having to be close with them, or else they’d disappear.
Canada also has cars on the right side of the road.
Yet the woman drove on the left, the wrong way.
And the man, alive, on the right, had the trouble.
#spiritualtourism
Race played a huge role in this dream.
A street of houses like people lined on the sides.
Quite a number of things happened, and transformed.
A man shouts, uses the N-word, but he is black.
Almost as if a race war will start,
however dissolved by the diversity of the crowd,
and how virtual the streets are,
streets a little like walking in a Best Buy store.
#virtualstreets
I manage to evade an invading force in plain sight.
That is, after many tries; I get caught, killed, and start over.
Like
GroundHog Day with futuristic suits and guns.
#GroundHogDaywithGuns
Like a dream of DooM. Because I’ve been playing too much of the game these days.
#DooMed
I don’t know if you’ve picked this up, but we have mice here.
And these mice are like brown twinkies.
But all-muscle brown twinkies; they’re able to jump high and push things out of the way!
The rodents here always have a way to get into the house…
Whether ingenious or stupid, like running into the flame, they go “whereever the action is.”
Sometimes, you can see one running around in the bedroom.
That is, if you weren’t paying attention (which includes sleeping).
Okay, enough of the reality; on to the dream I had.
A “brown twinkie” mouse was strong enough
to resist my holding the door closed, pushing it open!
#SuperMouse
R.I.P.… ??
Sunday’s dream featured
Red Eye.
Joanna was somehow pissed off, left the show,
and replacing, the return of Bill Schulz, nasty as ever.
Man, what happened to Bill? Did he quit?
Was he fired? Did he die? (Or at least, O.D.?)
Some questions may never be answered…
…Or would I not like the answer? Awww……
#WTFaboutBill
Update: ‘journalist’ Bill Schulz is still alive,
and alive on twitter, conversing with Lauren Sivan,
his image face-painted as the “Joker,”
hers like a jailed mug shot.
He left Redeye
for still-undisclosed reasons.
Dream: on stomach, manage to hover an inch or so off the ground.
On the bed, down the hall, to the pathway outside.
The experience also reflects the selective memory aspect of dreaming
that it… certainly was not winter.
There were far more trees too…
#flightless
I seemed to have the dream or the feeling of having a friend.
But it’s fleeting; though I need ’em, I have none.
#friendless