Guest dreamer for today since my dream was way too long and involved (and involved a smoke alarm going off in the hallway of my building which worked itself into my dream and then I woke up and realized it was real and had to go out there and smash it off the wall with a broom because there was no fire it was just malfunctioning...whew!), anyway... our guest dream reporter today is my friend www.GregoryNYC.com. Here is the dream he had last night:

    I dreamed that Domenic was a cocktail waiter at the bar I work at. I looked up and saw him working there and was like "I didn't know you worked here!" and it turned out that he had been working there forever and I just hadn't noticed. Weird.

6/2/01:

    I'm with Julia Louis-Dreyfus from Seinfeld. I guess I'm with her in real life or maybe I'm with her character, Elaine, on the show - I'm not sure. We are in these hallways where there is industrial carpeting, maroon colored I think, and lockers against all the walls, which are painted gray. It looks like my old high school in Texas. It is nighttime outside and there seems to be some function going on at the school. Elaine and I are running around this one corner to try and find someone. Elaine has rolled-up poster paper in her hand and pieces of red electrical tape that have been folded over - like you need two sticky sides. The tape pieces are stuck to the end of each of her fingers. We run around the corner and we stop when Elaine finds this certain person. It is an older bald guy wearing a gray pinstripe suit. She asks him something and he says that "It is closed down, you're too late" or something like that. Elaine looks really disappointed. I have no idea what's going on.

6/3/01:

No dreams. Weird because I had raspberry sorbet and banana cookies right before bed.

6/4/01:

No dreams.

6/5/01:

    I am living in the apartment I am living in now. It is always nighttime outside. The deli that is downstairs in the building I live in seems to be going through some kind of transformation. I walk in there one night and many of the rows of products on the shelves are blocked off with rows of cardboard. There are also bare industrial-size light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Making the lighting in the place really dramatic. As I am in there shopping the Spanish guys who work there all keep turning their heads and looking at me and smiling. I don't know why. It looks like it might be raining inside the store too - like there is water damage.
    I go out of the deli and upstairs to my apartment. I take off my pants and look in the mirror. The back of my legs are cover in huge, horrible scars. It looks like entire layers of skin have been pulled off and are slowly healing as best they can. I will be scarred for life. One of the scars covers the entire back of my thigh and calf and almost looks like it is in some kind of star or lightening bolt pattern. It looks like those dried goat carcasses you see hanging in Chinatown. I freak out, how long have these scars been there? How did it happen? Did it happen that time I shaved my legs and there was all that blood and I just didn't realize how bad the damage was? How many massage clients have I worked on with these horrible scars on my legs and no one said anything? This is horrible! I'm a freak.
    I decide to go back down into the deli downstairs to get some vitamin E oil to put on my legs. I go down there and the front of the deli has change. It now look like the front of a nightclub or fancy restaurant. It has one giant wooden door that is in the shape of a rounded triangle. The door is cracked open at one point and I see doormen dresses in nice suits just inside the door, and behind them a fancy club interior. There are a lot of people hanging outside the door trying to get in but the door policy is very snotty and exclusive. Everyone is complaining and bitching but still waiting hoping to get in. I have bags of groceries in my hands for some reason.
    I realize I have a key to the door. As soon as I get out the key, this really rude young girl comes up behind me and kind of starts insulting me, I ignore her because I can't get the key to work. She sees me with the key and shuts up. She just stands behind me waiting for me to open the door and keeps sniffling her nose. She keeps saying "I really need to get in there" under her breath and she seems very anxious to use me to get in. I suddenly get the key to work and I crack the door open, just enough to let me in but not the girl.
    Then I am back in my apartment. I am pouring the vitamin E oil I got on my legs. It is crystal clear and runny like rubber cement. I hope that it helps the scarring to go away, or preventing it. Am I too late? I think of the 2nd degree sunburn Domenic got on the back of his neck in Hawaii and how he got the scar to go away with immediate, daily, generous applications of vitamin E oil.
    I am sitting in my living room now, it is daytime. I am making a tape for someone and realize I forgot to put this certain song on it.
    Then I am at a movie theater. It is a pre-screening for me and Michael's film "Head Case". Everyone from the cast is there. Michael is up front arranging a TV and VCR to show the footage. The footage starts playing. I am in shock. When did Michael edit this footage? Why did he do it behind my back? The footage starts playing and it is horrible. It looks awful.
    Then I am on some kind of concrete ledge with actress Heather Graham. She has a big plastic Big Gulp cup that I think has alcohol in it. We are on the ledge looking out into the dead grass and buildings and road and stoplights around us. There is a black sky and lightening and wind all around. A big storm is coming . Heather is smiling at me, like she's excited to watch the storm. I look around and realize I am on the ledge of one of the buildings of Plano Senior High School (the school I went to) on the outside. We are looking out over the intersection of Independence Parkway and West Park Boulevard, which is in the distance.
 

6/6/01:

    I am on some giant sound stage. I am with a group of people and we are at some kind of "camp" or retreat or something. The location of this retreat is this giant sound stage. Which is made up to look like the terrain of a volcano mountain - but it's all fake, a sound stage, It turns out the retreat is kind of like summer camp for adults - and your parents even come pick you up when it's over. There is a woman with long blond hair who is in charge of our care.
    Today is the last day of the retreat, and we are all waiting for our parents to come pick us up. My parents arrive in this little hallway with a wooden staircase coming down from it that comes out of a giant wall on one side of the stage. My parents come down and greet me and the woman in charge. I start to scream uncontrollably at my father. I am screaming and screaming and screaming. Everyone is staring and I am just letting loose this tirade. No one says anything as I follow my parents back over to that hallway in the wall to leave. I am carrying a suitcase. It's really cathartic for me to yell but it creates this horrible energy in the place. My mom or dad say nothing, they just keep walking along and I keep yelling. I feel "regret" that I have to do this, but it seems necessary.
    Then I am in my house with my family. I have never seen the house before - it's very big and modern. All the doors are heavy cherry dark wood and slide back and forth to open. I am in my room. I am on my cell phone with Gregg Araki, he is booking a massage. I am telling him about my recent trip to Puerto Rico. I am telling him about how milk that you buy in the grocery store comes from mangoes. The mangoes in my dream look nothing like real mangoes. They look like cantaloupes and have the "meat" of the mango around the inside, under the peel, with a hollow center that has milk inside. Papayas are also plentiful on the island, I am telling Gregg. The papayas in my dream look like honeydew melon, with the meat of the papaya (which is green like honeydew) on the inside, with a hollow inside (which has no milk). I am telling him the difference between my dream papayas and mangos and the milk the mangoes provide. I tell him that the mangoes are so plentiful that Puerto Ricans just open them up for the milk and leave them rotting on the side of the road ((I picture this happening on a San Juan roadside as I am saying this). Gregg seems to think I am wrong. We schedule a massage. Instead of writing down his contact information in my appointment book, I am using these little pictures that I draw, which seem to be some kind of "code" that tells me his information.

6/7/01:

    I am with someone I don't know. We are outside in this big valley. It's dark and I can see mountains in the distance. It's windy and there is lightening in the sky. We are walking along the edge of this wall. The top of the wall is very wide, like a sidewalk, and the wall is very high - made of stone. It surrounds an area in a big square - like a prison yard or enclosed park. One of the corners of the square has a lit box on it's section of the top of the wall. If you can make it to that part of the wall there is some kind of reward. There is some kind of "God" or authority figure up in the sky, or somewhere above us, that we keep looking at for approval as we try to make our way to that lit square. It almost reminded me of a giant Monopoly game board. As we try to make it to the lit square, it becomes more and more difficult. There seems to be optical illusions involved, where we seem to be going in the direction of the square but it just keeps getting farther away. At times I think of that M. C. Escher drawing where two lines of monks are walking in two different directions along the top of a wall that makes a complete square, and they are always walking UP the stairs on the wall or DOWN the stairs on the wall because of the way the wall is drawn. The last thing I remember is me and the other person looking up in the sky at the authority figure and laughing.

6/8/01:

No dreams.

6/9/01:

No dreams again. Drank alcohol last night - maybe that had something to do with it.

6/10/01:

    I'm combing Kraft brand Philadelphia cream cheese into my hair with a black comb. I seem to be doing this in a frozen foods section of a grocery store or deli. It's is blending into my hair perfectly and making this kind of consistency that you can sculpt with. As I'm doing it I am thinking to myself "This is going well!"
    Then I am looking at Dawn Wells, the actress who played Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island. sitting in a chair. She is older than she was on the show, maybe it's current time, I don't know. She is wearing a very nice gray business suit and her hair is done up very nice. She also has very fancy make-up on and has glistening red lips. She is sitting down with her legs crossed and has an elbow on one knee and is resting her chin on one hand. Her nails are done. She is smiling as if something she expected to happen has happened and she is pleased. Behind her is a moving image of a kind of volcano eruption-looking thing. There is bright, glowing lava-looking liquid flowing out of a dark volcano that I can't quite see. The volcano fades into the darkness behind it so all you can see is the lave. There is no sound. Dawn is just sitting there in front of it - like she is very satisfied.

6/11/01:

    Strange...another dream where there was a female sitting in a chair, with me looking at her right side, and the female seems to be judging something, something going on in the room or in the dream or something I have done. It's almost like she's monitoring something as it happens...recording it's progress. This woman had blond bobbed hair - poofed out - and glasses. She was dressed nice, just like yesterday's dream, and I think she had a clipboard. Behind her, on the wall, was a video of those Chuy Pop lollipops, like it was a video of a bunch of them, being projected onto a screen behind her. Some of it had stop motion animation of the wrappers coming off of them. She kept looking at the screen, then looking directly in front of her (to my right, which I could not see what she was looking at - and the same direction the woman in yesterday's dream was looking). Sometimes she would glance at me. Sometimes she scribbled things on her clipboard. I noticed she was sitting in a gray metal folding chair.

6/12/01:

    I'm in some unknown urban area. It is nighttime, and I seem to be on some high street where there are a lot of bars and clubs. I kind of feel like I'm in a small town I visited in the Adirondack Mountains a few years ago. I am walking in and out of bars and keep running into people I know from this club Squeezebox that I used to go to a lot...Michael, Martin and Guy. It's very vague...that's all I can remember.

6/13/01:

No dreams.

6/14/01:

No dreams.

6/15/01:

    I am on the set of the Ms. Cleo telephone psychic infommercial. I am watching Ms. Cleo and her psychic's answer calls live on the air. They seem to be filming several different versions of the commercial. Each version has it's own "color theme". One is in Yellow, with Ms. Cleo in a yellow outfit and a yellow background, one in blue with matching costume and set, one in red, etc... The mood on the set seems very dull. No one is enthusiastic at all. Even Ms. Cleo. She just sits there looking bored and when the camera turns on she lights up like a robot and screams "Hi! I'm Ms. Cleo! Call me now for your free psychic reading!" with a huge smile and outstretched arms. I'm watching everything and I am amazed at how they edit everything together to look exciting even though everyone here seems bored to death and wants to leave. I'm looking at the audience and wondering if there is a casting company that specializes in fake audiences for infommercials.

6/16/01:

    I had a very intense dream and was all excited about typing it. But Trucker John is here and we had breakfast and I got all distracted and now I can't remember it. Oops...

6/17/01:

    Very strange... I am thinking about this little tiny dark blue sphere that is floating in the center of my living room.  I see myself sleeping under it on the floor. I kind of start to have this weird "thought projection" thing and see myself kind of "shrinking" and going up into it. Inside the tiny sphere is this whole little universe. This universe is an alternate to our own and exists separately from our - in another reality. I see this whole little universe and it looks like a giant mall or inside of a really modern looking airport. Now... as I am traveling up into this little universe... I am slowly transforming into the person that I am in that universe (I know this sounds freshman corn ball but I really dreamed it). The person I am in this alternate universe in a woman - she has red hair that is very long and curly. I am a single mother and I keep my baby inside the sphere in a daycare center because I work in the daytime in the outside universe (as myself?), outside the sphere. Make sense? As I am traveling up into the sphere, I start to catch this "news" or "information" telepathically that the day care center in the sphere that I hold my baby in is going to try some kind of weird experiment on my baby (something that involves a clock and a nurse standing next to my baby). As I am shrinking down, and transforming into the single mother, and going up into this sphere and into the alternate universe, I learn this and I start to "rush" to get there in time to stop them. I get into the sphere and rush past all these people and up this escalator to get to the day care center.

6/18/01:

No dreams.

6/19/01:

No dreams again...

6/20/01:

    I am going back to Plano, Texas to visit Big Lake Park, and the house that I lived in that was across from it. As usual, I never get there. I stop at the house that was next door to our house. The house looks nothing like it really did. The front yard is in the back of the house and the front yard is in the back. The back yard has a tall wooden fence around it. Inside the yard the grass is dead, there are empty clothes lines hanging everywhere, and there are rows of wooden picnic tables covering the whole yard. I can see inside the house through the windows. The house seems like it was abandoned a long time ago. I look down on one of the picnic tables and see a notebook - or maybe a children's book on the table. I open it and start to read the lines in the book - I can't remember what they said. I am reading them really carefully and with a lot of - I don't know, reverence - for lack of a better word.
    Suddenly I realize that I am visiting the home of my mother, who seems to have passed away (in the dream - she's still alive, and doesn't live in Texas anymore). I am re-creating a moment I had with her as a child and trying to do it a s formally and with as much respect as possible. I feel like I can sense her ghost and am kind of interacting with it in the back yard while we read the notebook together. Interesting side note: in the real house I lived in near Big Lake Park, the woman that lived in this house next door disappeared one day - just left her kids and husband - because it was later learned that she had run away with some extremist Christian cult.
    I, as usual, never make it to the house or Big Lake Park.
    Then there is this weird part of the dream where I'm back in New York City and I am with my friend Michael. We are in some mall/video game arcade/movie theater building and are hanging around Flloyd, Justin Bond, Antony, some of the Blacklips Performance Cult and some other downtown people. Everyone keeps changing into weird, outrageous clothes and sitting on couches and making phone calls on their cell phones. We later learn that someone wants the two of us to fly with them to somewhere in Europe and have been on their cell making a reservation for us. We follow this wildly dressed person out the door of the building and are apparently on out way to the airport.

6/21/01:

    Another strange dream involving my distant relatives: I was working in a large grocery store - big with wide, air conditioned isles and fluorescent lighting and open 24 hours and they sell everything, not just food. Anyway... my job is to "decorate" the theme isles for certain holidays. I seem to be pre-occupied with decorating the Halloween costume/candy/toy isle at the moment. Using black netting, giant plastic skeletons, fake spider webs, strobe lights, and a Halloween sound effects CD. At one point I seem to be decorating this Hassidic Jewish isle for Passover. I'm using plastic - those nine candle things I forgot what they are called - that have lightbulbs, and these fake books and little dradles hanging from the ceiling. These is weird music playing in the isle. To get into the isle you have to part these two giant tassels of hair like the Hassidic Jewish guys have on their temples - again I forgot what they are called. I see two Hasidic Jewish guys standing in the isle looking at me as I decorate. I wonder what they are thinking.
    As I am working on it - some one comes in and tells me that a bunch of my cousins on my mother's side are dropping by to say hello. I haven't seen these people in years. They come into the store and I recognize Linda and Phil but don't recognize anyone else. There is something where we go into a car and drive to this little house underneath this giant concrete highway overpass - and it's night.

6/22/01:

No dreams.

6/23/01:

    I'm sitting at some giant banquet table. There is a white table cloth and I seem to be in the large dining room of a house I do not recognize. There are other people around me. We seem to be in the process of sitting down - or maybe getting up - for a large meal. I notice at the head of the table is GC from GayCams. He seems to be the "leader" of the group who is eating. He keeps looking at me funny as he is laying out these objects on the table. I notice that the objects are these plastic, hollow things that are in the shape of food - like props. He is laying these things out and looking at me really weird - like something's up. It turns out (and I don't know how I know this) that this is a meeting of some secret organization that is plotting something very secret and very big. The meeting is so secret and dangerous that it has to be disguised as a big dinner with a bunch of friends. Everything at the dinner is being done in code. We are all getting our assignments from GC in a code that uses his words, actions, and the way he places the (fake) food on the table. He is placing the food on the table in front of me and is looking at me with a sinister look. Geez... isn't this how schizophrenics see reality? Bellevue here I come.
    Then I am looking at the wall in my bedroom that has all the pictures all over it. The pictures are gone and the wall is painted this bright purpule color. I see these little yellow drawn lines drawn all over the wall - other colors besides yellow too - that seem to spell words. The words are in this weird "swish" pattern - kind of like if you have ever held a picture over a Xerox machine and moved it around as it took the exposure. I notice that the words are slowly changing - animated like. I suddenly realize that the wall is actually a giant TV screen and what I am watching is the closing credits to The Simpsons. I can "see" in my mind that Matt Groening wanted to do something very "wild" and "abstract" with the closing credits of The Simpsons on this particular episode because he wanted to "speed up the progression of culture" or something like that. I can hear the closing theme to The Simpsons as I watch the words on the wall change.

6/24/01:

    I am being taken under the wing by some super powerful, Spielburg-like film director. I have to go with him to his house in Rockaway beach. I get there and all of this great food is laid out. Sometimes the director guy looks like my uncle William and sometimes he looks like my dad. Sometimes he looks like Steven Spielburg. My friend Matt shows up later - he is being taken under the film director's wing. The director thinks we are unusually gifted as filmmakers and is going to act as our mentors and give us lots of money to make films however we want.
    Then I am at some mall. The office of the big film guy is there. The film guy used to manage this really bad female singer. She is coming by the office to finally get fired by the big film guy. She shows up - she is wearing a zebra striped coat. It turns out he already fired her and she is coming by to say thank you to him for working with her. He asks me to leave as they talk. When she runs out of the office she is all excited because she is running into the arms of her new boyfriend. It is unclear whether she really loves the guy or is just doing that to make it seem she is not hurt by being fired.
 

6/25/01:

No dreams.

6/26/01:

    Tomorrow.

6/27/01:

Dreams for 6/27 - 7/2 not recorded because of week-long sabbatical from my computer.