I am a dreaming machine.
Punk rock kids and I breaking into a house with a tall chain link fence around it. The people who lived there were gone and we knew they wouldn't be back for a while. We climbed the fence and into a window. About 15 of us. We were going to eat the food but it was dirty or old or full of bugs. The house was moldy maybe...Joe was there, and Drea...The guys were then outside playing hackeysack maybe. Our bags were all over the floor. Bags from Miguel's store. Everyone had the same two kinds. Suddenly we had been spotted and everyone scrambed to find their bags and get out. Some things were forgotten.
The next thing I remember, Joe is on a T.V. show every week with a small part, like one line and his mom watches every week and is excited to see him. Then one week he has more lines, there is a close up. He has grey hair and a mullet. He looks much older.
Anyway. Thats all I remember from last night. Not quite as exciing. I am on a roll though and that is why I am writing this all down. Like I have said before, I never dream this often. For the last few years there have been an absense of dreams in my life. About 6 months ago I started to remember the occasional dream...untill this week.
Still haven't heard back from the organization I applied to for Tsunami relief NW Medical Teams. The application said it would be a 2 week turn around.
Miguel and I are going to shoot another set next week. Hopefully that will push my last one into queue and it will go up soon.
The trees are bare and the sky is grey and foggy outside my window this morning. I want it to snow.
Punk rock kids and I breaking into a house with a tall chain link fence around it. The people who lived there were gone and we knew they wouldn't be back for a while. We climbed the fence and into a window. About 15 of us. We were going to eat the food but it was dirty or old or full of bugs. The house was moldy maybe...Joe was there, and Drea...The guys were then outside playing hackeysack maybe. Our bags were all over the floor. Bags from Miguel's store. Everyone had the same two kinds. Suddenly we had been spotted and everyone scrambed to find their bags and get out. Some things were forgotten.
The next thing I remember, Joe is on a T.V. show every week with a small part, like one line and his mom watches every week and is excited to see him. Then one week he has more lines, there is a close up. He has grey hair and a mullet. He looks much older.
Anyway. Thats all I remember from last night. Not quite as exciing. I am on a roll though and that is why I am writing this all down. Like I have said before, I never dream this often. For the last few years there have been an absense of dreams in my life. About 6 months ago I started to remember the occasional dream...untill this week.
Still haven't heard back from the organization I applied to for Tsunami relief NW Medical Teams. The application said it would be a 2 week turn around.
Miguel and I are going to shoot another set next week. Hopefully that will push my last one into queue and it will go up soon.
The trees are bare and the sky is grey and foggy outside my window this morning. I want it to snow.
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Dreams, what the fuck are they about, and every dick thinks they can interpret them or they have a totaly authentic dream book that can, what a lot of bollocks . I think the only person that can have any insight is the person that dreamt it as the symbolism must be personal.
I...can...not...wait...for...your...next...set...