12/1/01:

    I am watching this woman who I think is on a TV show be lowered down on what I think is a stage. The stage has this wall of cascading fountains and then these bright yellow balls floating in the pool at the bottom. The woman is being lowered down in the water on this swing. I am in the studio watching the taping of the TV show. I realize the yellow balls are those toilet flush thingies that float inside the tank. Except they are yellow instead of black.
    Then I am with a bunch of people in an apartment I am not familiar with. There is this really fat drag queen on the couch. I am feeding her paper plates with runny piles of guacamole and salsa on them. The food keeps dripping off the plates and onto the carpet. The drag queen is shoveling the stuff into her mouth and demanding more. She seems to be able to eat as much as I can feed her.

12/2/01:

    I'm with Kim Gordon in this room of this really strange building that I don't recognize. The building is sitting on water. There are some windows or doors in the room that directly open onto water, like in Venice. The room is large with all kinds of strange levels and weird little staircases and things. As I am looking around the room, I am hearing some weird song with Kim singing on it. The room is very dimly lit - like candle light.
    Kim is doing some kind of weird performance thing in the room and I am helping her with it. As part of it, we are able to "hover" slowly about one foot above the floor with our arms outstretched - like Superman. We can fly really slowly around the rooms like this in the dim light. We are always flying right next to each other. As we do, we have this white paint on our hands that we kind of casually smear on the floor in random patterns. The patterns that we make on the floor with the white paint as we are flying above the floor correspond with this singing that we are doing. We are doing weird things with our voices as we are flying, like in that weird Kim Gordon vocal style. The white marks on the floor make a record of the vocal sounds - kind of like how a barometer records an earthquake.
    At one point we have these rolls of Saran Wrap. We are flying back and forth slowly in front of the enormous fireplace (this time criss crossing opposite of each other) and rolling out the Saran Wrap on the floor. On one side of the room is an open doorway which leads out into the moonlit water. I get closer and closer to it every time I lay the Saran Wrap on that end of the room.
    Kim and I both run out of Saran Wrap at the same time and when we do we both float to the floor and lay there. We are both laying right next to each other on our stomachs and are facing in opposite directions. She is wearing jeans and these weird boots. Her hair is kind of long. I feel kind of attracted to her.

12/3/01:

    Horrible nightmare:
    My friend Ricardo and I are baby sitting two teenage boys in this nice two story house in suburban Pennsylvania. Very odd. Ricardo got the gig somehow. The parents are these rich ex-hippies who we think have mafia ties. We show up at the house for the baby-sitting  job and the parents leave. After a while Ricardo convinces me that we should murder the two teenage boys, set the house on fire, and leave. For some reason I agree to. I murder one guy and Ricardo murders the other. I break his neck and Ricardo does something bloody to his because I see blood afterwards. "Why am I doing this?" I ask myself. I feel horrible about it. The boys were innocent.
    Then we set the bedroom on fire with cigarettes to make it look like the boys had been smoking, and then stage another fire in the garage. We stage the fire in the garage by lighting a REAL time machine that the father owned, that was secretly funded by the mafia. For some reason I know this. It is a great invention and we are just lighting it on fire. The fires we set look incredibly staged, plus it is pouring rain outside now. The bodies are upstairs. The entire crime is so sloppily done, any detective could see it was us who did it in two seconds. Ricardo assures me we will get away with it, despite me knowing for sure he is wrong. I am angry at myself for not speaking up. What in the hell am I doing?
    At one point I see that the fire is spreading throughout the house and the house is about to crumble. I am outside the house. I yell to Ricardo who I can see inside the house through the upstairs bedroom window. He is casually laying on one of the boy's bunk beds and watching TV! I yell up at him "The house is gonna crumble! Get out!" He does. We finish the job and leave the house.
    We are walking down the street away from the house. Why are we leaving? Won't that make us look MORE guilty? I am very worried because I know as soon as the parents get home and the police show up they will come find us and arrest us and it prison or the chair for me. Ricardo keeps assuring me that it was the perfect crime.
    We run into the parents on the street, they are coming home early. They are carrying a grandfather clock. It is awkward and the parents seem totally suspicious and ask us why we are leaving early. I'm nervous. We say nothing and they run to the house. Ricardo laughs loudly and mockingly as the parents run to the house and they hear him. Ricardo says "See! They aren't suspicious at all! The perfect crime! Hee hee hee..." I am shocked. How did I fall in with this guy? I am thinking about prison.
    I can suddenly kind of "see" the detectives at the burning house with the police and the grieving parents. All the fires have been put out by the rain. I "see" the detective looking at the burnt time machine in the garage and knowing it was a staged fire. He is 100% sure that it was us who did it. He tells the police and the parents. He refers to the burnt time machine in the garage as "That fire is totally the Loch Ness Monster!" - meaning that it is "isolated" and obviously set by a person. This is detective lingo for arson - in my dream. We are totally caught. I am imagining myself in prison and imagining myself telling the warden that I am the type to be raped and can I please have special protection. Oh God this is awful.
    I am still walking away from the house with Ricardo. I look over and realize it was not Ricardo at all. It's DAVE DOORKNOB!!! It was Dave Doorknob the whole time in disguise and he tricked me. He looks very satisfied.

12/4/01:

   The only part of the dream I remember is that I am at this party in this hotel room in a high-rise hotel. I think I am the host. Some weird drunk guy comes into the party and starts doing weird stuff. He looks like Colonel Saunders from Kentucky Fried Chicken and has a loud southern drawl. He's sitting in this chair by the front door and saying all this weird stuff real loudly and everyone has stopped what they are doing and is looking at him really nervously but no one knows what to do. This woman next to me says "He is not a very interesting loud screaming drunk who wants attention. I've seen so much better." Everyone is upset that this man is holding the party hostage. At one point I get the feeling that people may think their lives are in jeopardy.
    At one point I slip downstairs and go to the front desk. I ask where the telephone is and then go call the police and tell them to come to the lobby of the hotel. I get the sense that I am hiding the whole thing from the front desk people because I have to. I am standing there waiting. At one point I wander to the back of the hotel and am looking out these large glass windows at the back parking lot of the hotel. The sun is setting and is shining right in my eyes through the windows. There are a lot of people outside. I suddenly look and see the drunk obnoxious Colonel Saunders guy is out there with some friends of his. I guess he got bored with holding the party hostage. I also see the policeman I called out there. I think he may be looking for me. The Colonel and his drunk friends are running around the crowd doing these little pranks on people like tapping them on one shoulder from behind and then running away before the person can turn around and see who it is. They run up to the policeman and tip his hat forward and run away. The policeman turns to see who it is as he reaches for his gun but he can't see who it is because his hat is in his face. I want the drunk guys to come back to the party now, I miss them. The drunk guys run away and into the sunset. I have a sense that everything is OK and feel very warm and centered.

12/5/01:

   I'm living in this big, beautiful, two story house with a covered porch all the way around and a big green yard full of weeping willow trees. I am living in this house with a bunch of people I do not know. Except Bryan, who is living there too. I think it may be fall but it is daylight outside and you can always see the sun shining really brightly.
    I have scheduled a massage with a client who seems to be a mix of two regular clients I have. The client is living in the house next door. The massage session is one hour away.
    I am in the big, main room of the house downstairs. I am with all of the other people who live there and we are having some sort of meeting to discuss something. We all seem to have some task to perform or all seem to be working for someone who is at the meeting or something, our "boss". We all have these briefcases and little tape recorders and little Barbie dolls. Someone's Barbie doll has chewing gum all over it and it is stuck to his tape recorder. Everyone is laughing about this. We all receive airline tickets from our "boss" at the table. All the tickets go to different places depending on our "assignment". The meeting is adjourned. Everyone is talking about the different places they will go and what they will do and everyone is laughing and cracking up. Bryan seems to be gone now.
    One of the people in the house, some blond guy, is with me now and we are getting ready for the massage client to come over. He seems to be assisting me. I call over to the client to remind him of the appointment. I tell the client that I can come to his house for the session. I get the impression that I am doing my massage work on the side of my "assignment" and my "boss" doesn't know about it. When we go to the client's house next door, no one is home. We stand on the porch and look at the beautiful bright sun shining on the Fall's dead grass and feel the crisp wind.

12/6/01:

No dreams.

12/7/01:

No dreams again.

12/8/01:

    I am sneaking into this classroom - one of the same classrooms I was in a lot in college - because I am late for class. For some reason I cannot see that well. I have big brown splotches in my vision which prevent me from seeing perfectly. It's weird - it's like parts of my eyeballs are blind. Plus it's dark in the room because slides are being projected. It is an Art History class.
    I sit down near the front and, as I do, suddenly the class is no longer in session, it has not even started yet and there are only a few people sitting down. The lights are on. Someone taps my shoulder from behind and I turn around and it is this guy I used to have a crush on that lives in LA now. He says "hi" and I pretend not to know who he is at first and then I do. It is weird because almost every time I dream about this guy, it is in my old college setting - odd. Anyway, we talk and I soon learn he is the teacher of the class - as we are talking he is organizing these trays of slides. We talk for a while and I am excited to meet him. It is hard for me to see his face because of my weird blindness.
    Then I am in this gigantic house. I think my parents are living in it. It is very modern and has all kinds of balconies and levels that have these glass guard rails with brass banisters. It is dark in the house and there is lightening outside but no thunder. It is nighttime. Sometimes I get the impression that the inside of the house is outside as well. I think I see my dad at one point standing on the spiral staircase in the center of the room, with his hair blowing in the storm wind. I can see fine now.
    I am reminiscing about my recent trip to someone in the dark, stormy house that I cannot see. I have a pile of photographs that I keep referring to, the photos have this weird magical quality. When I look at a photograph in the pile I kind of "enter" into the photo and I experience what was taken in the photo - but only for a brief second. Kind of like that photo thing in "Blade Runner". The weird thing about the photos is that, when I am done "entering" a photo - it automatically "puts me into" the next photo in the pile. And then right into/through the next one and so on and so forth. So, if I were to arrange the photos in the pile in chronological order from the top to the bottom, from the first one I took to the last, I would be able to experience the entire trip all over again. I learn that the photos will only "put me" through the next photo if it is indeed the next one I took - it automatically knows which order the photos were taken and if there is a break in the chain, like one is out of order or missing, then the process will stop. I also learn that in order for it to work I have to kind of run quickly or even kind of "hover" around the room - like I am traveling through the photos like empty picture frames that are all lined up to make a kind of hallway.
    I learn all this as I am explaining my trip to the person that I cannot see in the dark house that I am explaining my trip to. Sometimes this person I can sense in the room and sometimes I just kind of "know" they are in the house somewhere. It's spooky.
    I am whizzing through the photos and I keep going through these blurry, under-exposed photos of a girl in a bathing suit on a beach. There are individual grains of sand attached to the front of one of the photos and this halts the "moving through" process. I forget about the story and am just kind of "flying around" the dark, stormy room. I am saying something like "College was a good experience. I am glad I went!"

12/9/01:

   I'm in some cafe or lounge and I am sitting at this large booth table with plush vinyl seats. There are people around, and all the lights in the place are on. One of the people I am with is holding me down and saying all this stuff to me. Hedda Lettuce (out of drag) is sitting on my feet and sometimes tickling them. They are saying all this stuff to me and asking me funny questions. I am laughing really hard and it's very funny.
    I literally woke up from this dream and jumped out of bed. I swore that someone had been in my apartment and had tickled my feet and then dashed into Domenic's room. Got up, checked everything. Door locked from inside, no one in the apartment, Domenic alone. Very weird.

12/10/01:

   I am back at college. But my college looks nothing like it used to. I share a room in a dorm with some guys I think. There are bunk beds.
    At one point I am at this party at this really rich family's house. They are from Texas and are very eccentric. One of the daughters, who is wearing a Chanel suit, big expensive costume jewelry and is drinking, is exclaiming to the whole family about "Great Uncle Somebody's secret project!" and that they need to funnel some of the family's billions into it so the project can continue even though the uncle has died. At one point, the center of the family's large living room kind of "transforms" into this nature outdoor setting. It is the location of the uncle's secret project. The location, which seems to be deep in the middle of some dense forest, has somehow been teleported into this house. The project? The nesting area or cocoon of a GIANT worm (kind of like the sand worms from 'Dune'). It seems that these giant worms were thought to be extinct, but there are thousands of them deep in the earth's core, and the rich uncle had been working his entire life to nurture one and bring it to the surface so people could see it. The uncle apparently died while this giant newborn worm was growing in it's cocoon and the worm is still developing. The cocoon is made of brown mud.
    Suddenly I am not at the party, but am at the large entrance of a food court at a mall (which is getting ready to close). I am there with my college roommates and some other people. The giant worm cocoon seems to now be an "exhibit" at the mall. It is inside this giant glass tank filled with water. The tank can kind of separate into sections and move around and come back together in different combinations. The sections are hanging from the ceiling from wires. The glass the tank is made of is almost dark, opaque black and the water is very dark so you can barely see into it. Apparently the giant worm is forming inside the tank and it is an exhibit at the mall. It seems really phony. Sometimes some of my friends are getting close to the tank and inspecting parts of it. Everyone is watching and debating whether it is real or not. At first I am telling people it is in no way real - and pointing to the fact that the tank keeps separating and then reforming into different combinations, and this would actually break up the worm and kill it - and this seems very obvious to me. One person says "I can't see anything in the tank. This show is really bad!" And then I say "Hey if the show is really bad, then it must be real!" Everyone is laughing at me because I now believe the show to be real. I feel really humiliated.
    Then I am at party being held by the rich family in their home. A lot of people are there and all the men at the party are wearing their underwear. Some people have video cameras and are taping people. Pamela Sue Anderson is there and she has black stuff smeared on her teeth. I am sitting on the bed in one of the bedrooms and I am with my friend Matt. There is a guy sitting next to us who is smoking and telling stories. He has a big audience, a lot of people are listening to him. Matt and I agree that he is a total bullshitter and that his stories are stupid. We see right through him. We are saying all this out loud so he and everyone can hear and this bothers him. Then Matt (who is sitting right behind me) wraps his arms and legs around my torso and we lock together and start doing sideways somersaults back and forth on the bed and onto the floor and then back up onto the bed. This disrupts the scene and everyone is running away and Matt and I are laughing really loud. Pamela Sue Anderson thinks it's funny.

12/11/01:

   I'm living in an unknown apartment complex. The building is old - looks like it was built in the 1960's. I live in the upstairs apartment of one of the buildings. There are only two apartments in each building. One on top and one on the ground floor. My apartment has a lot of rooms, and a front and back entrance. It looks like one of those houses you can rent at a beach resort area. It is sunny outside. I have blinds on all my windows and can see outside through them. Some of the windows are wide open - it is a beautiful day outside. There are a lot of parking lots outside.
    My downstairs neighbor is someone that I am avoiding. She is constantly trying to locate me and I don't like her. She is going from door to door outside my apartment and shouting my name and knocking to see if I'm home. I am hiding from her in every way possible. She won't go away. I can't believe I'm living like this.
    I "imagine" kind of telepathically talking to another neighbor in the complex about this woman who is bothering me. Everyone in the complex secretly hates her. Of course I would have to live above her. I know if I give her an inch she will take a light year. She is a very annoying person and once she gets on tentacle on you she's an attachment for life until you make her hate you (which is very hard because she is so desperate for human contact). I am imagining all this as I am laying sideways on my dirty blue carpet next to a coffee table to hide. I am arranging my feet so they align perfectly with the legs of the coffee table. The woman won't stop knocking on my door.

12/12/01:

   I am driving around what I think may be Plano, Texas (hey - I have no inspiration to visit Big Lake Park!), anyway - I think there is a little bit of New York City mixed in with it - like I'm in both places at once. I am driving around different spots in Plano, restaurants and stuff. It is Sunday immediately after church services and everyone is going to different places and meeting and it's very social and about being seen. I am alone for some reason. It is sunny but obviously winter. I am at this Schlotsky's on the corner of some intersection. I am inside and the place is very large and very crowded. There is colorful lighting in the place - like maybe Christmas decorations. People are sitting at large tables. A lot of people seem to be eating plates of green Jell-O.
    Matt Damon and Gwenyth Paltrow walk in together, they seem to be dating, and I apparently am friends with them. They go to my church. They talk to me for a while while they are ordering their food - Jell-O- and then they sit down. Matt is very straight acting and Gwenyth seems to like me a lot and keeps looking at Matt going "He's so funny right Matt!?" after I say something. I feel very impressed talking to them and hope people see me conversing with them and are impressed. It seems to be alternating day and night outside as all this is happening.
    Then I am in some screening room for films. We are watching one of the later installments in the James Bond film series and it is starring me as Bond. I have no idea when this film was made and have no memory of doing it or anything. I am shocked! Apparently it was released and did well in the theaters and is now on video and several more James Bond films have been made after it, all starring other people as Bond. This is all according to the people in the screening room, who apparently seem to run the studios or whatever. I am watching the film and a lot of the action takes place in these giant concrete spillways, like you see in LA. I am holding a gun and running around and shooting bad guys and stuff. I am really upset about the way my hair looks in the film. I see one shot where I think my hair looks good. I still can't believe I have no memory of this.
    Then I seem to be in the apartment of someone who keeps changing from Michalangelo Signorale to Michael Musto and then back again. He is getting ready for some function. I am running around his apartment doing something. At one point I am in their laundry room - wearing only socks, and am on the telephone. The Michalangelo/Michael hybrid has left. I tell the person on the phone about the Bond film I was in and how I have no memory of it. I am thinking about how maybe Musto will hear this conversation somehow and write about me being in the film.
    Then I am wandering around the giant concrete spillways of the city I am in. They seem to be the same ones that were in the Bond film. There are a lot of people walking in the spillways, all going in one direction. There is very sparse water in the spillways - just a little creek like stream that meanders from shallow puddle to shallow puddle. It is daytime.
    For some reason, at this point, I get the impression that this transparent green, glass-like rock, that grows in crystal formations on the bed of the spillway, is my natural birthstone. I kind of "see" someone telling me this. I come across a place in the spillway where there is tons of this green rock. They look like giant chunks of thick green glass. I start handling the rocks and realize they are quite "soft" and fragile. I start collecting them in this big pile. Then I start to actually nibble on the rocks and eat them. There is no taste. I see Matt and Gweneth walking by. They stop and ask me what I'm doing and I tell them I am eating my natural birthstone, this rock, because it is good for me and it gives me special powers. They say "OK" and continue walking on.
    I then somehow get the impression that the rock I am eating may be poisonous and I freak out a little. I imagine calling a poison control center and telling them I had eaten the rock.
    Then I am still in the spillway amongst the green rocks and I a "telepathically" telling my friend Gregory about the James Bond film that I stared in and never knew about until now. I am talking to him about my hair in the film. We are laughing. He seems happy-for-me/very-jealous in true frenemie form.
    Then I am in a building next to the spillway. I have these long, icicle shaped pieces of the green rock. The room I am in is almost identical to my art classroom in high school. I think the building may actually be one of my high school buildings. I am doing some project with the rocks, shaving them down with some machine. I am the only one there and I get the impression that school has been let out and everyone has left. Through the glass walls of the room I see these two "thugs" walking down the hall. They are very young and seem to be in the mood to cause silly trouble, like walking up to people and going "Boo!" or writing their mark on windows with graffiti markers or something. They see me in my room and it looks like they are going to come in. They seem harmless so I get ready to scare them away or maybe become friends with them. But before I do, my high school teacher, Mrs. Maddox, comes over the loudspeaker and says "Get out of here right now you two thugs!" This scares them and they run quickly out of the building.

12/13/01:

    Boy have I been sleeping late this week. Yow! Anyway, I woke up around 6am and was like "Wow! What wild a dream! I can't wait to write it in my journal..." and then I went back to sleep and now I cannot recall it at all. If I remember it today I will come back here and enter it.

12/14/01:

No dreams.

12/15/01:

No dreams again.

12/16/01:

   I'm at some busy place, the inside of a building, it looks like a high school or something. I am in the hallway where a lot of people are rushing around and stuff. There is one of those halfway open doors with someone sitting behind it (an old fat man). It looks like the kind of place you walk up to and buy tickets or something.
    I am watching this young high school student, a guy, walk up to the window. He rolls up his sleeve all the way and puts his bare arm in front of the old man. It looks like he is waiting for a shot. The old man reaches over and grabs a glass of water. He slowly pours the water over the boys arms. The water slowly pills over his arm and all over the counter edge of the halfway door thing, which has some papers on it. The boy and the old man act like this is totally normal.
    Then I am kind of "seeing" this little "animated" scenario - like I am seeing it on a screen or something. I see this badly drawn head of a woman. She is saying "Don't forget about _____________!" I can't figure out what she is saying to not forget. As she is saying this, there is what looks like a little spaceman in one of those white space suits astronauts use to go outside of orbiting space stations and do repairs. The spaceman looks kind of miniature, like maybe it's a monkey inside of a space suit. Or maybe it's a toy. It's hard to tell because the perspective of the whole thing is weird. The badly drawn woman keeps saying this and the little spaceman thing keeps floating in front of here.

12/17/01:

   I'm getting ready to travel to someplace. I seem to be leaving a house that I live in with people I do not know. I am in a strange tow, I feel like I am in the middle of the mid-west. Maybe Kansas or something. There are lots of empty fields around. As I am leaving the house, Sherry Vine is there, as Keith, and he is giving me this flyer which has some sort of performance thing I am supposed to be a part of when I arrive at whatever destination I am arriving at. It's a very last minute thing.
    I go outside of the house with my bags in the car. The sky looks very tornado-y. It is daytime and overcast and there is a lot of wind. I never seem to get in my car, but I seem to be traveling along somehow. I keep finding myself at these places along the way. At one point I am at what seems to be an outdoor concert. The sky is still tornado-looking.
    I finally arrive at my destination. It is this English-looking house that is in the middle of an empty field. Some of the walls of the house are brightly colored. Many of the walls on the inside of the house are made of frosted glass. The carpet inside the house is royal blue industrial carpet. The outside has an elaborate English style garden. I like the house a lot. The sun is out now and shining brightly. On the inside of the house the sun reflects into the windows and around the different frosted glass walls and makes all kinds of neat patterns on the blue carpet.
    I am inside the house now and seem to be getting ready for the performance, which apparently is about to take place. I go into one room and find out it is the room of my friend Mario. Sometimes Mario becomes Rex. They switch back and forth. He is showing me around his room (which has hard wood floors) and he keeps going in his closet and pulling out videotapes which he shows me. There seems to be some movie we both like that he has on video.
    Then I am in the hallway of the house. The actors are getting ready. I am amazed that I barley know my lines at all but I am doing the performance anyway. Sherry is there now, as are some other actors. I soon learn that the performance is actually a film. The scenes we are going to do inside the house are going to be "recorded" somehow by the house. The other actors keep talking about how this is a "quickie" job and that everything will be done in one take, despite any mistakes. Everyone is saying to just "go with it". I'm loving it. I soon learn from Sherry that Christina Applegate is going to be part of our performance too. I am floored!
    The scene comes up where my character is supposed to interact with Christina's. I have not seen her at all so this will be the first time I will get to see her that day. In the scene, I am standing in this kind of weird little room where there are doors on all four walls. The walls are only as big as the doors. It's like the "center" of the house where everything intersects. It's the size of a phone booth. Some of the doors are made of frosted glass and the sun is shining through them. Another actress is in the weird room with me. It comes time for Christina's character to walk in and say her line to me. She comes in one of the doors and looks at me and says her line. I say mine. She looks really good and has red streaks in her hair.

12/18/01:

   I am on a road trip with some people I do not know. One of the people is my old high school friend Beth, but she's the only one I know. Sometimes my old high school friends Sondra and Kim are also there. It seems like everyone in the car keeps changing who they are, like at one point I think my college friend Shane is there, and at other times the actor Elijah Wood is there too.
    At one point we are going to the home of one of my massage clients, Marc. For some reason we know we can go to this guy's house and stay overnight or something. He lives in one of those 24 hour porno warehouses that you see on the side of highways on the outskirts of town in the midwest. He lives in one of these buildings for some reason. We eventually find the building after looking at a map for a long time. We get there and pull into the ranch style gate that is on the edge of the property. We see all these zombie-like people wandering around the property. It looks like an insane asylum when they let the patients wander around on the lawn, or maybe "Night of the Living Dead". We wonder who all the people are as we kind of drive around them to get to the house. There is no driveway, you just have to drive over the dirt or whatever in the direction of the house, which is right in the center of what is obviously hundreds of acres. The zombie people really seem to be out of it and only respond to us (to get out of out way of our car) is if we shout and blow the horn really loudly. Even then they slowly change directions and start slowly shuffling in our direction. It's very creepy.
    We finally arrive at Marc's house. There is a gigantic sign on top of the house, held up by an elaborate network of wooden beams, in the shape of a huge arrow pointing to the front door. It has blinking lights and neon and stuff all over it and says "XXX! ADULT Magazines! Videos! Novelties! Open 24 Hours! XXX! Live Shows!". The sign looks very Las Vegas and is bigger than the house itself, which appears to be several trailer homes joined together. The sign's arrow point right to the front door.
    We get to the house and get out and Marc greets us at the door. He has his two dogs with him as he greets us, Maji and Gomez. It turns out that the porno advertisement is just a ruse or a cover. Marc just lives in this house and doesn't want anyone bothering him so he disguised it as a porno shop. Weird because you think that would make people show up there all the time but apparently it seems to work because, according to him, no one ever bothers him! And... the zombies all over the property? It turns out he keeps crack addicts on the lawn to "rehabilitate" them. The state can't handle the overload of addicts so they donate them to him. He doesn't let them inside, he just lets them roam around the property like chickens. He throws food out there so they will have something to eat but mainly they have to fend for themselves. He says they act like zombies because they are hungry for crack and think really slowly because of the lack of it. He says it's cold turkey or nothing for them and even though they act like zombies and his treatment of them may seem cruel - it's the only way. Soon they will be free of their addiction! We also learn that he gets a little bit of money from the state for this service. So weird.
    Anyway, we are all tired and happy to have somewhere to sleep. Marc shows us to all our separate rooms. All the furniture and knick knacks in the house are from all different styles and places in the world. The house is full of stuff.
    I am shown to my room and it is really big and full of all kinds of furniture. I am sitting on the bed with the lights on and the TV going with no sound and I am talking on the phone with someone back in NYC. At one point I look through a crack in the curtains by the window and see the moving shapes of the crack zombies loitering around my window. I think they sense I am in there and are looking for crack. I just look away and keep talking on the phone like it's no big deal. I feel really safe. There is another thing where I am looking at all these TV sets that have movies playing on them in the room. I keep opening drawers in the room and inside them are TVs with VCRs playing movies on them too.
    I sleep and wake up in the morning, the sun is shining bright through the windows in the house. Marc feeds us all a big breakfast and we leave.
    Soon we are back to wherever we live. It's not NYC. It is an office building where we all work. Me, Kim, Beth, Sondra, Shane and Elijah. At one point some guy calls for Sondra and Kim (who took the call) goes to tell her and when she tells her it turns out she had already picked up the phone and is already done talking to the guy.

12/19/01:

Can't remember dreams.

12/20/01:

   I am driving around Plano, Texas with my mother. We have a bunch of errands to run as my whole family just moved BACK there for some reason and we are buying a bunch of stuff for our new house. My brother and dad are back at the new house moving stuff around. My mother and I are driving in a convertible with the top down. It is a beautiful sunny spring day.
    While we are driving around we are talking about how, since we all just moved back here to Plano and I really don't have anything to do, I am going to enroll back into my high school. My mother is saying she and dad have already drawn up the paperwork with the school officials and my first day "back at school" is tomorrow. This is now, in the present, at my age, having graduated from college years ago. For some reason I think this "going back to high school because I have nothing better to do" idea sounds like a totally logical thing and am in full agreement. We are also going to get me school supplies.
    We are driving near my elementary school in Plano, Wetherford Elementary. School has just gotten out and all the little grade schoolers are walking around the neighborhood. The speed limit is 20 mph everywhere. At one point we get to a cross walk that has no stop light, it's just in the middle of a narrow street. There is a crossing guard there who is a teenage girl in full goth attire, long teased black hair, Siouxsie eye make up, platform black boots, fishnets, a black tu-tu, gloves, weird jewelry. Over this outfit she has one of those fluorescent orange crossing guard vests, is wearing one of those white hats and has a GIGANTIC "Stop Children Crossing" hand held sign that she can hold up. A small group of children has just finished crossing the street and the road is clear. The goth girl is distracted because she is talking to a police officer who is standing there. She just keeps holding up the sign and standing in the road talking to the police officer. Me and my mom are the first car in the line of people waiting. People start honking behind us yelling "They have crossed! Get out of the way!"
    For some reason I look down in the street and see that part of it has been recently paved over with fresh asphalt. The new asphalt is black and wet and tar-y like quicksand in places. It is actually bubbling in spots. I see one of the goth girl's platform boots is kind of lodged in one of the soft spots. I get out of the car and walk around the tar spots in the street, inspecting them. At one point I walk onto the crosswalk area where the children cross. As soon as I step foot on it the cop stops talking to the goth girl and runs over to me and grabs my hands behind my back and says "OK you're under arrest!" And I'm shocked and am like "Huh? What for?" and he says "For disobeying the crossing guard sir" I am like "Huh? This is insane... what are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Suddenly I look behind me and see that the police are arresting everyone in the line of cars that were behind us, and are also arresting my mother. They are pulling everyone out of their cars and handcuffing them. They are just leaving the cars in the middle of the street with the doors open. The police seem to be taking everyone, including me and my mother, in the direction of the school. We are all confused and everyone is like "Why are you doing this?" I look over at the goth girl and she is looking down at the ground like she is really bored and hates her crossing guard job.
    They heard us into the school. By now everyone realizes they were not police at all but just school officials dressed as cops. Everyone is quiet by now but I keep yelling stuff out loud like "Fascists!" and "You can't do this! This is illegal! Kidnappers!" I keep telling my mom we are going to be late to meet dad and my brother but she keeps telling me to be quiet.
    The inside of the school is full of large rooms and there appears to be receptions and parties going on in each room - strange. They heard us past all these crowded rooms and into this long room with couches on each wall and two rows of movie screen material sticking out of the ceiling at a 45 degree angle on each side above the long couches. It's a room to watch movies in. It appears that they are going to make us watch a "How To Drive Safely" film. We are all still in handcuffs and have to sit on the lush couches that way. I'm still really pissed. A really cute guy sits next to me and my mother. I wonder who he is and wonder if he goes to high school and maybe I will see him tomorrow when I go.
    We start watching the film. It is this really fantastic, fantasy like film with all these clay animation school busses floating through these tunnels or caves with these wild creatures chasing after them. It makes no sense. I can tell the movie is going to be really long. The room we are in is air conditioned, full of pillows, it's very nice. Everyone is quietly watching the film. I'm still really pissed and am shocked that no one is making a stink about what is happening. Every once in a while I yell "Boooooooo!" out loud but no body cares. Sometimes the "policeman" walks in the room to check on us and I always yell "Boooo! You suck!" We can hear one of the loud parties going on in the room next to us.
    It is at this point, while I am looking up at the screen, sitting next to my mother, handcuffed and kidnapped in a school being made to watch a stop motion film a bout driving safely, that I realize what an insanely stupid idea it is for me to go back to high school tomorrow. I'm not gonna do that! What was everyone thinking? Including me? I'm not going.
    Just then, when it seems like the film is going to go on forever, this one woman stands up and is like "My ass really hurts from sitting so much... I'm going home." Her handcuffs seem magically gone. People start standing up and acting like they are just going to leave. Suddenly no one has handcuffs anymore and we all get up. The film just flickers out and the lights in the room come on. Everyone is filing out of the room and leaving the school. I see the "cop" watching everyone leave. He acts like us leaving in the middle of the film is what's supposed to happen. I keep yelling "Fascists!" and my mom keeps telling me to be quiet. We leave the school and walk to our car. I'm glad I'm not going back to high school tomorrow now.

12/21/01:

   Something where I was near going under the bridge near my house, around the base of it where people were walking around. I think I was with Gregory or Domenic. There was something where we were graffiti-ing our names on the sidewalk but then we saw two other graffiti artists who were out competition and then we freaked out or something. We were going to walk into Brooklyn.
    Then I am in this really weird part of Manhattan that I don't recognize. My mom is driving me and a car full of people around the city at night. It's just like when we were kids, I think the car is even a station wagon. I am hanging out the passenger window (kind of like a dog) looking across the water, at the Manhattan skyline (we seem to be going uptown on the FDR, but the Manhattan skyline is on our left, and we are in Brooklyn, and everything is in reverse). I don't recognize any of the buildings. The architecture looks kind of Japanese.
    As I am looking at the dark skyline, I kind of suddenly "see" this old film footage of this old factory and bridge that was in England and collapsed one day because of shoddy building. It is the only thing I can see, this film, and I feel I am in a room full of other people watching it as I hear comments from people behind me like "Wow!" and "Were there any survivors?" and "There were only a few fatalities, they knew it was going to collapse so they had time to evacuate most of the thousands of people out." It's weird because I am in this dark room watching this film of this building collapsing with all these people, but yet I am still in the car being driven by my mom, looking out the open window, feeling the wind and hearing the sound and hearing the voices of other people in the car. It's like I'm experiencing two things at once. On the film of the building collapsing, the building seems to keep re-grouping itself and then falling down again. Every time it does it's a new design. The last time it does, there is a large bridge attached to the right of it and that bridge collapses too. This is all on the film and is a record of something that happened in the past.
    Then suddenly the film watching scenario disappears and I am hanging out the car window looking at the Manhattan skyline at night. I am looking at one building trying to imagine it collapsing. I see the building start to collapse and hear the rumble and hear people screaming. I seem to be able to make myself hear and see and experience it just by thinking about it. Then I look up again and the building is fine.
    We are now approaching the 59th Street Bridge, which we are going to take into Manhattan. It is still nighttime. I am looking at the bridge, it is much more complex than I remember, it has all these little buildings with giant cartoon logo heads on them and lots of neon. It also seems to have a zillion different levels. It looks like a building in Japan. Suddenly as we are approaching the bridge, the bridge really begins to collapse! Just like in the film I just "saw". As it does, I am freaking out. We can all kind of "hear" this woman's voice on the news radio suddenly, she is narrating the disaster. It's all "Well the west half of the 59th Street Bridge just partially collapsed and fell into the water. Many dead! Many of the layers seem to have peripheral damage. Some cars were unaware of the damage and drove right off the bridge into the hole. We are unsure if the bridge will collapse any more. We will keep you posted." Everyone in the car is freaking out. We are all talking about whether it was a terrorist action or not.
    Suddenly my mom is approaching the base of one of the many entrances to the bridge. There is hardly anyone around down there. We are all like "What are you doing?" and she says she's just going to zip onto the bridge really fast and go into Manhattan because she wants to get there. She says she will drive around the damaged part. We are all like "Nooo!" "AAAHHHHH!!!" "Stoooop!!!" but she just keeps on going. She is acting very alert and moving really fast from point to point on the damaged bridge. I guess since it just happened there is no security telling people not to enter the bridge. There is no one on the bridge but us. My mom makes it to the other side safely, and so do we!

12/22/01:

   Can't remember much. It seems like there was a part where I was taken to the house of a friend and had a practical joke played one me. Then there was a surprise party for me, like it was my birthday or something.

12/23/01:

   There was something with Domenic, who I was with in this landscape that was made up of pile after pile of rich potting soil. Like the kind of pile a sand tractor leaves, when it leaves the imprint of it's big mechanical scoop on top of the pile when it's done. It looks like maybe fall, and it is sunny and a cloudless sky. Anyway, we are in this landscape of all these giant piles of dirt. There is an "edge" to the landscape, like grass or maybe buildings or a fence or something. Anyway, we are sitting on one of these piles, the dirt is pitch black. Except it is not soft like potting soil it is kind of course and hard. Almost like crumbling asphalt. We are kind of meandering from pile to pile, and at one point Domenic "claims" one pile as his "nest" and says I can't come on it. Then I am running from pile to pile setting up these spotlights on them, those cheap aluminum light fixture things you can buy at hardware stores, with light bulbs in them. I have extension cords connecting them all and am turning them all on. The extension cords are all getting tangled and are making a mess. I see some of the parts of the extension cords have clothes hanging off of them. The lights I have set up are all on. There is one on almost every pile of dirt on the landscape. The lights are VERY bright and if one is pointing at you it is glaring right in your eyes. It's dazzling in a really squinting kind of way. You can only see half of everything because of all the light in your eyes. It's like a football field at night, or a movie set. It is still daytime.
    I look over and see Domenic has made this crude shack on top of his pile of dirt out of plywood and old winter coats he has found in the trash. He pokes his head out of one of the openings and says "Mr. Allen what are you doing?" I tell him I am setting up lights on all the piles of dirt so "...it will always look like the sun is shining."

12/24/01:

    Happy Holidays! Anyway, here's my dream. It was oddly disturbing:
    I am in an old theater in Hollywood, California. It is on the Universal Studios lot. It is this gigantic building, probably 80 or so stories high. Inside the building, amongst apartments and offices, are all these giant theaters, with stages and everything. I see some of the theaters and recognize them from classic Hollywood films. Many famous films have been shot in this building.
    I am with a massage client in one of the rooms of one of the buildings, which is his apartment. The huge apartment has beautiful, painted white brick walls, gray industrial carpeting, brightly colored furniture (a big bright red couch, a baby blue table), lots of bookshelves and fluorescent light tubes behind these little scrims along the parameters of the floors in all the rooms that make light run up all the walls. When I am there I get the feeling that I am in Switzerland for some reason. The client is getting ready in the room I have set the table up in and I am in another room changing. I am taking a long time for some reason because I am looking at all these things the guy has in the room I am in. He has all these interesting books and stuff. I finally go into the room with him on the table. He is talking a lot and I am having trouble getting him to lie on the table. Finally he does and I walk over to the table and start massaging his shoulders. Suddenly I wake up on the floor and he is lying beside me. We are both asleep! I freak out. Was I drugged or something? I have my clothes on still and he still has his towel on. The client is still sleeping on the floor. I can't remember anything about the session! What happened? Why were we on the floor? How could he have drugged me? I stand up in kind of a panic and walk to the door. I go into the other room that I changed in.
    In the other room, I am changing out of my sweats and into my street clothes. Then I have to pee and I see there is this weird shaped toilet in one sectioned-off part of the room. I go over to the toilet. It is right beside the wall with a fluorescent light tube next to it. I see there is this weird thing where the actual drain of the toilet does not lead to a pipe, but kind of funnels into this large opening in the floor against the wall. It is a big "crack" or hole that I can see below into the rooms below this one. I look down and see a bunch of levels or rooms below this one that all have the same lighting and carpeting. I can see right into them! I think one of the levels may be a parking garage. I pee into the toilet and as I do, the urine runs down the funnel and into the other levels. My pee is hitting one of those giant clamp-on lights with a big yellow cage around them, the kind miners or campers use with the giant light bulbs inside them. The light is on and my urine is just hitting the giant light bulb a few stories down.
    Then I am dressed and go back into the room with the client. He is on the table and sitting up and rubbing his eyes all relaxed and stuff, like he's trying to wake up, just like clients do when a massage is over. I wonder when it was he sneaked off the floor and onto the table and if he knows when it was that I left the room. So weird. For some reason I act as if nothing at all is wrong. Very unlike me. He is still on the table and I am packing some stuff into my bag. I notice this weird fanzine-looking booklet on the floor and start looking through it. It is made up of 8" x 10" color Xerox pages that have been stapled down the middle and folded in half to make a 8 x 5" booklet. In it are all these copies of personal photographs, like friends at parties and tourist pictures and stuff. They are bad color Xeroxes of photos. In the back are all these porno phone sex ads. I see one ad has a picture taken directly from my webcam and placed on a phone sex ad. It even has my logo on the bottom "www.MarkAllenCam.com", and then has the logo and number for the phone sex company pasted over this. It is so weird. I tell the client about it and he says "Yea I had that out because I wanted to show you that!" I ask him to borrow a pen so I can write down the information for the company to contact them. It seems hard to get a pen and get my table together and out of there. The client really seems to want to talk to me.
    As the client is talking to me I am looking at this photograph in the booklet. The fuzzy photo is of a crowded audience in a gigantic, opera style theater.
    Suddenly I am "inside" that photograph. I am in that crowded theater, mulling around the audience and wondering where to go. For some reason I know I am at a show or festival where many artists are performing. I am inside a theater in the old giant building on the Universal Studios lot, I know that much. For some reason I know the members of Sonic Youth are going to be doing some weird performance thing and that I am involved in the performance somehow. Somehow the photo in the fanzine was a kind of teleportal conduit from my client's apartment to this theater, which is in the same giant building, on a different floor. I have no idea why I am performing with Sonic Youth.
    I know that this same time last year, I did a similar performance with them and now it is kind of an annual tradition. For some reason I know that my performance with Sonic Youth last year consisted of me doing this ridiculous "modern dance" routine - while dressed as a mummy covered in spider webs! While I danced I held this weird looking cross made out of little sticks (kind of like that Blair Witch cross thingy) and danced in front of this piece of a tree that was wheeled onto the stage. The tree was actually a large branch of a tree that had been mounted to look like a smaller tree, and had a gigantic, real live snake that was attached to the tree with fishing wire so it couldn't move (I'll get to that later). The branch was dead and has wheels on it's base. These black actors dressed in rags and chains wheeled the tree onto the stage, and brought a bunch of lit candles with them, very ceremoniously. Then I did my stupid little dance, dressed as a spider-web-y mummy, with my little stick thing. Sonic Youth just kind of stood off to the side of the stage as I did this, that was their contribution. I am amazed that Sonic Youth liked this ridiculous performance and am even more amazed that they asked me back to perform it again this year.
    Anyway, it is getting time for my performance. We are all on the stage setting everything up. The giant curtain has been open the whole time and the audience, who are all getting into their seats, can see us setting up. I have my mummy costume on and the wardrobe lady is spraying fake spider webs on me out of an aerosol can. The stage hands have gotten the tree - with the live snake wired to the branches - out of cold storage in the basement. They are all very happy that they were able to find it, and even more happy that the snake wired to the tree is "still alive" and "cryogenically frozen". The snake is huge, the size of an anna conda or python. It is pale yellow with white spots and a white belly. It has orange lips. It is just wired down to the tree as it is being wheeled across the stage, clamped onto one of the larger branches. It is just strapped there, unable to move. Everyone seems thrilled that the snake is still alive after being in the basement strapped to a tree and neglected for a whole year.
    Suddenly... the snake's tongue sticks out and vibrates - it is waking up! Everyone is thrilled. The snake starts to try to move, even though it is strapped down with fishing wire. It's eyes open. People are like "The snake is awake! The snake is awake!" and then are like "OK, get those candles ready, set up those lights, I need that patch cord!" and stuff like that. The performance is getting ready to start.
    I am looking at the snake strapped to the tree and notice that some of the strands of fishing wire near it's tail are coming unraveled. I say something like "Hey the snake is coming loose down here!" and no one is paying attention to me. Then I see more and more strands of fishing wire come undone. The snake is gonna get loose! People start to notice this and say stuff like "OK, OK, don't panic! It won't get all the way loose!"
    All of the sudden the giant snake comes completely loose of the fishing wire and pops it all in one snap. It writhes off the tree and looks around the theater. Everyone screams and gets out of it's way. People are screaming "Don't let it get near you! It is not poisonous but can bite you and kill you with it's huge fangs!!!" Everyone on the stage is in a panic and doesn't know what to do. Everyone seems to scared to try and catch the snake. It's kind of like that scene in "Alien" after that little alien pops out of the guy's stomach and everyone is too stunned to do anything or try and catch it.
    Suddenly the snake darts into the floor seats of the audience. The whole audience screams and jumps out of it's way, trampling over each other as they do. The snake just makes a straight diagonal line and exits the theater out of one of the darkened exit doors in the corner of the back of the seating area. The snake is now loose somewhere in the giant building. Everyone is freaked out and the audience is kind of catching it's breath and the performance is obviously canceled.
    Then for some reason I am on another level of the building, in another theater. All the lights are on in the theater but I am the only one in there. I recognize the setting from some classic movies. I see on the walls next to the seats are giant framed portraits of classic Warner Brothers cartoon characters, like Porky Pig and Sylvester the Cat. I notice that in every single portrait, Yosimite Sam is in the background somewhere. I soon learn, somehow, that this theater is called "The Yosimite Sam Playhouse". The snake is still loose in the building somewhere.
    What happens next is unclear, but the situation I find myself in next in the dream is thus:
    1) The snake is now loose in the building and has transformed into an entity of pure evil. It has morphed into a serial killer who breaks into people's apartments in the building and then brutally kills them just for fun. The killer looks like a man and is dressed all in black and wears a black ski mask.
    2) For some reason, no one is able to leave the building because the locks that control the exits to the ground floors of the giant building are "locked and jammed" for some reason. They all jammed after the snake broke loose in the theater.
    3) For some strange reason, there is no way anyone in the building can call outside for help, or let anyone at all know our situation (that there are thousands of people trapped in this building and an unstoppable serial killer on the loose picking us off one by one). It's like the phones and all communication devices are all out.
    4) Our only hope, we know, is to pray that people on the outside eventually realize that no one is coming out of the giant building and then try to get into the building somehow to help us. We also know that it could be days or weeks or even months before we can be "rescued". I don't know why this is.
    5) People have decided to just go about their normal lives in the apartments in the building despite the circumstances. The giant building has it's own grocery stores, schools, etc. It's like an eco-sphere super-contained society or something. People have decided to go about their daily lives as if nothing is wrong. They just want to mark time before we are rescued. They are all doing this with the full knowledge that the serial killer/evil entity could pick them off at any moment.
    6) I have decided to lock myself in this one giant apartment with some girl that I do not know, to wait until it is all over. I have no idea who the girl is that I am locked in the apartment with, but we have both decided to do this. The apartment we are locked in is huge, completely empty, and is on one of the upper floors of the building. We can see out the giant windows onto the sunny city way below us. We know the lock on the door of our apartment is impenetrable and that there is no way the killer can get inside. We feel safe and are just going to have to wait until people come to rescue us.
    As we are waiting, over the period of what seems like days and days and even weeks, I can "see" the killer breaking into people's apartments and murdering people. He kills a girl in a shower, he kills a maid who shows up to clean an apartment. He is just going from apartment to apartment killing people and people are doing nothing to try and stop him. I can psychically kind of "see" each murder as it happens. Kind of like in "The Eyes OF Laura Mars".
    Eventually me and the girl are very tired, it has been what seems like weeks. I have stopped being able to "see" the murders and we have no idea what is going on outside our locked apartment door. We do know that no one has come to rescue us and that the killer is still running rampant. How many people has he killed now? We have been sitting in this empty apartment for weeks with nothing to do. For some reason, at this point I think I am the girl herself, and she is me. Like we switched bodies or something. When I am the girl, I am looking out one of the giant windows. I can see into another window of another apartment on the same floor. It's the apartment of my massage client from earlier in the dream! Except all the furniture in the apartment is gone. The floor of his apartment looks like it is covered in some sort of tarp (it's hard to tell from the glare on the glass). It looks like the tarp is covered in about a one inch thick layer of blood! There is like a little lake of blood on the tarp. Also, I suddenly make out a giant pile of bloody torsos and body parts piled in one part on the middle of the tarp! It's all the killer's victims! He's piling them in my client's apartment!
    For some reason I now psychically "know" that, outside our apartment door and all around the building, there a few survivors. The building and all it's levels now resemble a macabre war zone, blood, body parts and the remnants of vicious murders are everywhere. The few people still alive are probably hiding like we are, and have not moved since the whole thing began. The killer is now just roaming the bloody halls, taking inventory of what he has done and perhaps picking off any survivors he can find. His black clothes are now off and he is nearly naked, covered in blood.
    As I am still looking into the apartment across the way through the window. I see what must be thousands and thousands of bodies all piled up in huge hills of flesh. It's horrible! Suddenly... I see the killer walk by inside the apartment! He is taking a torso off one of the piles and is carrying it somewhere else. He looks up and sees me! He looks me right in the eye. Yow! A chill goes right through me and I freeze - the killer is my massage client from earlier in the dream!!! It's him!!!
    He is covered in blood, nearly naked and has a machete strapped to his belt. He looks at me only for a second, he does not seem to even care that I see him (or that he saw me), he just goes about his business. I turn to tell the girl I am with (I seem to have transformed back to me by this time) and I look and see that the door of our apartment has been opened! Oh no! We can see into the long hallway and we see someone coming towards us! It's the killer, my massage client, coming to slay us! Suddenly we see that it is not the killer... it is a policeman. A whole army of SWAT team guys are behind him. We somehow know that, in the few seconds in which I turned from the window to look at the door, the SWAT team infiltrated the building, assasinated the killer, and are now combing the building for survivors. The nightmare is over.

12/25/01:

   I am with my childhood friend Tim. We are going to some mall in some town I do not know. We are going there to buy airline tickets, for some reason, to where I don't know. I know that one of the department stores in the mall sells airline tickets on the side, at one of the make-up counters. We have to walk to the mall. We are walking over all these lush green hills that have roads next to them. Sometimes we are walking over railroad tracks.
    We finally get to the mall and I can't remember which department store sells airline tickets. Tim waits inside this weird stairway that is made of old, polished wood. The stairway is it's own little structure that is free-standing. Like a little tower in the center of the mall. It is made of polished, dark cherry wood and has these round windows on it so you can look out. My friend is in there looking out at me run around the mall to figure out which store sells airline tickets.
    Then I am "watching" this young woman being interviewed on TV. She is a young woman from a very small Texas town and she is being interviewed because she got to speak to president George Bush Jr. at some event - or Bush interviewed her in the middle of a football field during some event. She is now being interviewed by her local news in the small Texas town about "what was it like to meet the president?"
    They are showing footage of her talking to the president in the middle of a football field. In the footage, there are people in the stands and people in the field mulling around. The girl is standing at a certain point and is talking to the president. She is dressed in a beautiful dress and is asking Bush these really corny questions she has written on a card. The president is wearing a baseball hat. He seems to not be paying attention to her, like he's preoccupied with something else, but when it comes time for him to answer the question you realize he has been paying attention all along.
    Then the local news channel is showing an overhead map of the little town and showing where the girl lives and how far away she is from the school and why she had to get up every morning at 5 am to get to school on time. Now she is in college. She lived on the side of a mountain when she was growing up.

12/26/01:

No dreams.

12/27/01:

No dreams.

12/28/01:

No dreams.

12/29/01:

   I am looking at these blurry photographs, they look like fuzzy Polaroids. One is of a man in a pink dress and granny wig and shoes and holding a purse. The other is of two people at night, crouched down in the street and each holding a beer and posing for the camera. They are posing next to the head of what looks like some kind of monster or creature. The monster's head looks like a giant, dirty feather duster.
    Then I am on the phone with someone from the phone company. We are talking about how someone is tapping my line. As we do I hear another voice come on the line. It is someone I "know" (but I actually have no idea who it is - just in the dream it is someone I seem to know). Whoever this person is, I had just been talking to them earlier in the day, and they are obviously a friend. I can now hear them on the line talking about how they are monitoring my apartment through my computer or something, and are taping all the conversations I have and can see my apartment through my computer screen and are videotaping that and selling stills of me in my apartment on the internet. Real paranoia stuff. I am listening and I hear the guy from the phone company going "Yep Mr. Allen. You were right. OK I guess this guy is doing all this stuff." and I am asking the phone guy if the stalking friend guy can hear us talking on the line.

12/30/01:

No dreams.

12/31/01:

No dreams.