Old Land with Paintings, and Fish Flying Around

There is an old field, slopes down to a shallow valley in which I am teaching a music class for VSA. It's not working because the handouts are outdated and I fed chocolate to a small boy who was allergic and then wandered off to die.

But on the way down the ancient hill I walked through a region of flags. They were great big flags (more like tapestries actually) attached on their vertical edge to flagpoles. I wandered down among them like some fish would wander down a stream. Each flag had beautiful illustrations on it, moving and changing.

The night before:

Big cup fish flew by. They were maybe just cups/teapots designed to look like fish. Each back fin had a skillfully illustrated eye upon it. But the face also had an eye, a real eye. I think they were full of liquid.

up and away!

I was on stilts that were 12 ft. tall, and I was a little nervous and leaning against a house.... my friend next to me was also on 12 ft.s and was helping me stay up.... he tried to kiss me. I pretended I didn't get it... but I wanted to kiss him...

Also I was traveling and parked along side a beautiful but for some reason forbidden river. I think for parking reasons. There was another car/construction near by and it was this couple that lived in their car construction. They were taking out their "poo tub" which for some reason I was cleaning for them.

my friend made a freckle detector!

Sleeping high and the useless police

Well, I found a lovely bunk-bed above the old downtown city. Late night slumber again... above the ground with views of the moonlit ramblers... one in particular doing rad tricks on a bike. It was a little dangerous, but I was safe, nobody knows of this hidden bed atop the buildings.

Last night however I was fending for a tigers life. A mean woman girl I know was punching the wandering tiger in the head over and over trying to make it pass out. I was horrified at this injustice and was calling the police to come and arrest this woman. I couldn't let her find out. So I snuck away on the roadside in the forest waiting for cars to help me... The helpless tiger somehow escaped and was now in the big forest all alone. Last I saw him he was being stared down by a lion who would most definitely eat him. This whole time the police were failing to respond. I was for some reason convinced that they were the solution to these problems.

Nightmare: Moving to Florida

I'm moving to Florida. I bought the tickets already so there's no backing out. Only, I can't remember why I need to go there: I don't have a job or know anyone who lives there. Also, I barely have time to pack all of my stuff, or ship it. Why am I going? I ask myself, I guess I don't have to leave... I look up into the closets that Stef and I must clean before moving out. We have acquired so much crap. And the closets go up and up forever. How have I ever been able to move ever before?

And then I remember that I could take some time to get everything together, and I remember that I could go somewhere else, somewhere where I know someone. I start to feel relieved... and then I wake up.

My Dreams at Camp: As it so Happened

Day 1:
Danny Devito and I get a ride to a fancy hotel. In the lobby and hallway the woman I am traipses around leaving a trail of bloody footprints (the prints gradually get lighter). Danny Devito left her alone and now I see her reflection in the mirror as she asks a stranger "What are you doing tonight?" I see her neck wobble. She looks old and is wearing feathers.

Day 2:
I wind myself up in gold ribbon making sure to tighten it more so the stilts that I'm wearing stay on. There was an old man and a younger person in my broken down mansion that works like a cut- away model of a house.

Day 3:
------some middle school drama---- then the note "that's a pretty dumb dream"

Day 4:
I made a gift for one of my little cousins and then addressed it to someone named "Candy." Inside the present were toys, dolls, sparkly lip balm, beans, and rice. I made a homemade card which my brother critiqued because I drew it with crayons in a dark room (he was drawing with crayons in the dark as he said this). --Flashes of a river or creek-- I got dressed 3 times, sent Bryan an email of the universe, and wanted to go sleep on a table somewhere. Then the neighbors came in and asked why I'd given the present to my cousin. When asked why they wanted to know they said, "because it was so nice." I didn't admit to having given the present because they were so creepy.

Day 5:
One of the campers comes home with us. It turns out she can speak, and she's leaving immediately for some cool new job. I can't believe she's been keeping up the act for so long. What would her mother think?

Superstar, Megabat-beast Hunter

I was a superstar basketball player — sorta. I don't think it was professional, just among friends. But, no one else could swing from the trees in order to slam dunk like me. Wow, what kind of tree was that? end.

Then I was in a couple's house, in the evening. They were complete strangers to me. I think they had put they're child to bed, then proceeded to tell me just a little bit about the gargantuan mega-bat monster that I was there to rid them of (sort of like this, but less dragon-like, and without the three-headed thing going on). They turned the kitchen light on the draw the monster over to the house from across the field. I started to get a little scared when I realized it was as large as a skyscraper. It could have ripped the house apart, but didn't for some reason — just placing a six-foot long claw through the window. The couple went to bed, leaving me to solve this dilemma. I was on the floor, out of fright, and scooched my way down the hall to see the beast from a different angle. I reached a different room, which I noticed had porn movies strewn about. Gosh, I thought this was a prudish couple — I mean: she's a third-grade teacher! Hope they won't be embarrassed/upset that I was in this room. Oh no, now the monster is leaving, I feel bad, I haven't figured out how to get rid of it. What are bats' weaknesses? Think, Eric, think! end.