3/1/01:
I am, again, in
some big city that I do not recognize. It's early evening - dark outside.
I show up at some coffee house for my first day on a new job there. There
are two levels to the place, it has brick walls, is full of interesting
little trinkets and quirky furniture...very cozy. Other people are working
there and we all just kind of sit around. Even when customers are behind
the counter we are in the corner just talking. The woman who owns the place,
my boss, is very casual and cool about this. She doesn't seem to mind that
we're slacking off all the time...she seems to encourage it! I run into
people that I know from the New York Club scene inside the coffee shop.
I see that the
coffee shop has a courtyard and I go outside into it. I am suddenly on
this wide street in Rome in the daytime. I am walking along looking at
all these big ornate booths made with gold leaf and jewels. I am thinking
"I am in Rome and need to see everything I can while I'm here" so I start
frantically staring at everything around me - whipping my neck back and
forth.
Then I walk back
into the coffee shop and it's nighttime again and I'm not in Rome, obviously.
All the employees are there. I look around and suddenly notice that there
are cockroaches everywhere. I look on this one shelf and see a bag of Fritos.
Through the clear part of the cellophane bag, I see three roaches crawling
around in the bag. I realize that I had been eating those Fritos earlier.
The woman who owns the place doesn't seem to mind at all, she says something
like "The background of everything is so ornate that the roaches will just
blend in!" She is smiling when she says this.
Then I am in this
really nice apartment. I am walking around looking at all the nice stuff
there. They have those wooden puzzle sculpture things with the little drawers
that come out. I am looking at one that is shaped like a goldfish. There
are lamps there too made of these brightly colored spheres. And the place
has beige wall to wall carpet and high ceilings. I see the owner of the
place and then I see these to friends of his that have come in to use his
bathroom. They are these two really glamorous looking black ladies. They
stare at me as they walk past.
3/2/01:
I am staying in
some weird city that looks like Hong Kong except everyone and everything
is American and in English. I am is some weird flat where there is different
colored fluorescent lights. It's always nighttime and always raining -
very picturesque. I am in some arrangement where a bunch of people live
there with me. Two of these people are actress Julianne Moore and
my old friend Aner. There seems to be a lot of sexual activity between
all the inhabitants of this place I live in. There is competition between
everyone to see who is the best in the sack.
At one point I
am looking at this color photograph that is divided into four columns.
In each column is a different photo of all the inhabitants of the place,
in each one they are arranged in a different arranged people pyramid to
show who is better in bed - weird.
Suddenly I am in
Plano, Texas in the late 1970's. I am in a convertible car and am dropping
people off who are getting onto a yellow school bus. As they are getting
on the bus, someone walks up to the convertible and hands me a postal package.
It is a long box, about ten inches long. It has a rose and baby's breath
attached to it and and a card that reads "To Mark, Love Anir". There is
an "i" in place of the "e".
3/3/01:
No dreams.
3/4/01:
No dreams.
3/5/01:
I'm "watching" some
black and white foreign flm...it looks like maybe it's from the 50's. In
it there is a small boy - kind of like Jean-Pierre Léaud
in Truffaut's "400 Blows" - he is in a school with a bunch of other
kids. The school teachers are all nuns. The school itself is an old castle
with thick stone walls - very old and almost falling apart (you can sometimes
see bright light from outside peeking through cracks in the wall - this
is a neat effect on the b&w film). The castle/school reminds me of
that castle near the shore in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
In one scene, the
boy is about to go into classroom after some blond little girl just spoke
with him. He looks into the class from the hall and sees a big stone wall
behind the nun teacher, who is facing him and the class - who all have
their backs to him and are sitting down. The stone wall behind the nun
has two definite 'slits' or cracks in it - they run from floor to ceiling
almost. The boy listens and he can hear this crashing an roaring noise.
It turns out that behind that wall and right next to his class is a sea-side
cliff area where the surf is constantly crashing and spraying giant foamy
bursts of water that are crashing against the school. I "see" a little
montage of the boy kind of "seeing" beyond the wall and going into the
water and seeing all this pirate's treasure (this footage looks really
phony). The boy then smiles because he realizes that with this excitement
right outside his class he will be able to make it through his boring studies.
He runs into the class and sits down.
3/6/01:
I'm looking at a giant blown-up photograph of a woman's face. It's black and white. Near the foreground of what I am seeing there is a wire that someone is holding with their hands. The wire is burning, like a fuse or maybe incense. When the wire is burning the photograph of the womn's face changes, like she's in pain.
3/7/01:
I'm watching some
talk show on TV. It is kind of a prank/candid camera/Jerry Springer type
of thing. The host of the show invites people on and lets them think it's
a normal talk show and they will be interviewed or whatever, but there
is really some prank being played on them that the audience in the studio
is in on and the people watching at home know about.
The guest I am
watching is a black lady that is coming on the show to talk about whatever.
She comes on the show and sits down in this chair. She is facing sideways
to the audience, we can see her profile. As she is talking it is revealed
that the seat of her chair is a glass box that is filled to the top with
swarming, fidgeting tarantulas. They are poisonous and are all mad because
they can't breath and are all jammed in there together or whatever. It
looks really hideous and creepy. Sometimes the camera comes in close and
you see one of the angry tarantulas get near the woman and spit yellow
venom out of it's fangs. The whole time the audience is like "Whhhhoooaaa!!"
and "AAAhhhhhhggghhh!!!" and the woman doesn't know why people are doing
this.
3/8/01:
Too busy to dream.
3/9/01:
I'm on downtown somewhere and I'm with Michael and we are filming. I have this GIGANTICLY LONG French bagette that is SUPER LONG. It is the size of and entire city block, from one corner to the next. I have it proped up on both ends (street corners) by those wire trash cans that are in NYC. It's like waist-high just hovering there. I was setting this up when Michael was doing something else. I tell him "OK Michael come look at this it's a great idea I was thinking of about this shot. We should incorporate this giant bagette I have stretched from corner to corner on this sidewalk...look how cool it is!" He just stares at it like "That's stupid Mark" and as I'm arguing with him I realise it is indeed a stupid idea.
3/13/01:
Been so busy have not had time to remember dreams, let alonr record them. Will resume VERY soon.
3/14/01:
I'm walking down
the sidewalk on Avenue A. I am Joan Allen in "The Contender". I
am accepting a loan from someone (I know this somehow) and it is making
me cry because I'm sad that I have to take it. I suddenly have this giant
piece of cardboard with me and am putting it next to these rash cans I
see.
Then the entire
sidewalk turns into ice. I am sliding "downwards" (like there is a hill).
I am grabbing onto things on the sidewalk so I don't slide away. I am thinking
"Life is too hard on me!" then I realize that it's Spring and the ice will
be melting soon and I won't be sliding anymore.
Then I'm in this
big alleyway. It's like I'm in the back of a giant grocery store or something.
I see this guy crouched down, facing this doorway. He has this baseball
cap made of all these little beads - red and blue. I think I know him and
that he is going to turn around and acknowledge me. He doesn't and I'm
kind of surprised.
3/15/01:
There was this plastic mushroom-shaped toy that I was holding (it was kind of shaped like a tree - with a brown trunk I think), or maybe someone else was holding. I was in a group of people and we were all circled around looking at this toy and we are all laughing. There is this yellow Play-Dough-like stuff that comes out of the top of the toy when you squeeze it. The yellow stuff fizzes sometimes. That is all I remember. I got the impression that the yellow stuff was important somehow.
3/16/01:
I'm on some road
trip with my family. We are in some unknown city. At one point we are going
to all these modern looking bars (at night) that have neon and lit-up walls
and floating tables and stuff - weird. We have some long-haired blond woman
as our tour guide.
The next day after
the bar tour I am "floating" around the city. It's one of those dreams
where I can "fly" or "float" by kicking my legs. I am flying over this
crowded plaza in the city and suddenly I find myself near all these gnarly
looking power lines. I realize because of my momentum I won't be able to
stop before I hit them so I try to snake through them as I pass through
them. I can hear all the wattage going "sizzle" "pop" "crackle" and stuff
like that. My back grazes one of them just as I'm getting out of them and
a really powerful zap of electricity jolts through my body. It feels pretty
dangerous - but I seem to be OK. I float back to my hotel room and into
my bed (next to my brother) and fall asleep.
The next morning
I wake up and look in the mirror and the right side of my nose has these
weird spots on it. They look like little pockets of space, like blisters
(but are convex instead of concave) and they seem to be holding dark liquid
in them (blood?). I'm afraid if I pop one the liquid will squirt out. I
tell my mom about it and she looks at them and seems to think they're
nothing.
3/17/01:
I'm living in some
big house with Michael. We are working on a film together. Parts
of the house look like a dark casino lounge - but really nice. I have my
live webcam set up in one of the rooms. It is always pointing at me. There
are always a couple of people in the house for the film or whatnot. They
always huddle around my webcam and look at it. Some European guy comes
into the house and it turns out he is going to help us shoot two scenes
tomorrow. The "theme" of the shoots is a kind of Egyptian thing. I go in
the backyard with the new director and we start going over the scenes.
Our actor Kelly is there too. I notice the backyard of the house
is identical to a backyard of a house I used to live in with a bunch of
people in Denton, Texas - when I was in college. We go over the scenes,
kind of roughly creating some blocking and stuff. Kelly helps us. We make
a collective decision to "just wing it" at the shoot. This makes me uneasy.
The next day, we
are all in front of the house awaiting the actors' arrival. It's morning.
It's all very regal - we are up on the porch (the front of the house looks
like a grand hotel). The actors arrive in vans and are lead up to the house
on these things carried by other people - like the thing Cleopatra was
carried on (what are those called?). Anyway they all come up to the house
and Michael and the new director and Kelly are all waiting there. The actors
are lead into the house and I am in front of one of them as they come in,
I am facing them walking backwards. It's like I'm looking at what the camera
will see when we film them. There is a big crowd of people all around in
the foyer (how many people did we invite to this shoot?). Everyone's like
"get out of the way" "ouch!" etc...it's a real mob scene. Suddenly Michael
gets up on the thing being led through the hallway, in the center of everything,
and is testing something out. As I'm in front of him I start massaging
his feet and he cries out in pain. He then gets down and I have a conference
with the new director. We are totally unprepared - nothing is ready. I
look over and there is a mob of people around my webcam.
All the actors
and people go upstairs and start shooting. As they go upstairs, I look
at this drawing I made of some of the blocking...I see a drawing of an
Egyptian sarcophocas on it.
3/18/01:
Seeing as how I ate chinese food, ice cream, Tootsie rolls and potato chips and a Tylenol PM right before going to bed it's shocking that I had NO DREAMS.
3/19/01:
Too busy with shoot to record dreams.
3/20/01:
I'm on top of this
building. I'm pretty sure I'm in NYC. The top is really intricate - lots
of levels and glass-enclosed viewing areas, ramps, stairs...some of it
even looks like a museum of some sorts...and part of it is like a parking
garage. There is red industrial carpet everywhere and I think the hand
rails of the stairs are all yellow. There are security guards at every
doorway. Sometimes you can go outside and look around and sometimes you
can just walk around the many levels that are on the top of the building.
The security guards don't seem to be doing their job at all. You can walk
right through doors marked "authorized personnel only" and they just look
the other way. It takes me trying to get down onto another level (by eventually
hoping over a rail because I can't find the right door) to realize this.
I'm suddenly on
the roof with some friends I don't know. It's night time. We see these
three people, a guy and two girls, run past us and get up on this ledge
near the roof's edge. They all strip naked and start having sex together
right in front of us. The girls both have penises. Sometimes the guy is
on the receiving end of the girls. Suddenly the girls start shooting their
sperm all over and into the guy. They seem to be trying to do this as much
as possible.
Suddenly we hear
this voice over like we're watching a movie coming attraction. It's a guy's
voice and he's like "These girls will do anything to get as much sperm
into this guy as humanly possible!" Suddenly we realize we are watching
some kind of advertisement for a movie that is currently playing around
own. Like this is a scene from the movie and is a hologram or something.
We notice the guy in the movie is someone famous, but I don't know who
he is, and we all agree that he is very sexy. We all want to go see the
movie now.
I am then listening
to a story from my friend Erik about how he and his boyfriend once
had sex on top of the Empire State Building when no one was looking.
Then I'm in a lower
section of the building. I seem to be in a chapel or church - I can tell
it's deep inside the building because the stained glass windows are fake
- they have lights on the other side of them to look like sunshine. There
are no windows in the chapel. The chapel has the same red industrial carpet.
I am with an old man and a little girl with pigtails. My friend Gregory
is with me, and he is going to meet the cute movie actor somewhere in the
building. He says something like "I can tell he has a really small body...I'm
sure I'll be back in five minutes with a story about how lame it was."
I decide to stick around in the church with the old man and the little
girl.
Greg goes off...suddenly
the chapel turns into a subway car that is zooming underneath New York.
3/21/01:
No dreams.
3/22/01:
I'm at some big
complex with lots of buildings. I am there with some people that I don't
know...everyone is young. I realize it's a science complex and everyone
there is a scientist. Everyone looks aryan like Hitler's youth or something.
All blond and beautiful and Nordic. I am in the lobby of this one building
and everyone is gathered around this table in this lobby. The lobby is
very modern 70's srtyle...with red industrial carpeting and molded furniture
and high ceilings with balconies and stuff. Everyone is testing out this
weird invention. It's one of those wax soda bottles...the little ones...that
have that flavored gel in them. Remember those? This one, when opened,
shoots out this fizzing orange stuff that seems to have dangerous effects
on whatever it touches. Everyone is gathered around it (I remember everyone
has sodas from a nearby vending machine) and someone finally rips the wax
head off the little candy bottle. The orange fizz shoots out and all over
this blond guy. He turns into orange fizz himself and then does a kind
of flip and falls on the floor. Then he is normal again. Everyone claps
and cheers.
Then I see the
same guy on the balcony of the building, outside. He has another one of
the wax bottles and is with this old professor looking guy. It is nighttime
and there is lots of lightening and thunder in the sky. They seem like
they're about to do something.
3/23/01:
Very creepy. I'm in the absolute middle of the ocean - in the middle of nowhere really. It's daytime and the sky is overcast. The water looks dark because of this. I've always had apprehension about the open sea like that - spill over from "Jaws" trauma I guess. I don't hate it, I just get a little jumpy - who knows what's down there that I can't see (or control - or breath) that's waiting to pull me under and slowly tear me to pieces? Anyway...I seem to be "hovering" a few feet over the surface of the ocean - very peaceful. Not touching the surface - nothing can get me right? Just sitting there in space a few yards above the swelling, undulating black sea - it's very nice. Suddenly on the right and left of me the water suddenly "rises" up in these two arches - impossibly, water doesn't behave that way. It's like the surface of the water is cloth and something under it is rising up to grab me, covered by the cloth/sea. The two sides rise up way above my head like they are going to grab me and I wake up.
3/24/01:
No dreams.
3/25/01:
I come home from a late night out and I live in this giant warehouse space. A friend of mine is there and tells me that he just posted everything I just did on some website that has the name "Dreamscapes" or "Dream-a-post-a" or something like that. I look at the main page of the website and see this chat room where they are all talking about what I just did. I don't look at it or anything I just go to bed.
3/26/01:
As Domeninc
was leaving for work this morning I had this waking dream:
Domenic is standing
near my bed and as he walks through my room (which he does every morning),
each time he walks through the room it's a "take" of the film we are shooting.
I am to lay still as possible, asleep (which I kind of was) and he is to
stand next to me and turn the light on and off. We do the "take" as many
times as Domenic has to walk through the room. There is a director and
crew, invisible somewhere in the room. At one point there are these "pools"
of water on my head (hard to explain) and the "director" is telling Domenic
to stare intensely at the pools of water on my head...that is his motivation.
I'm just supposed to lay there the whole time. I distinctly remember hearing
someone yell "Action!" and Domenic is standing there looking at me with
his hand on the light switch.
3/27/01:
I dreamed that I
was "monitoring" my cam image. It had this neat feature where you could
draw a square shape over any part of the image and then "alter" only what
was in that square. Even make it do things that weren't really there. So
I drew a square over this part of my image that had my legs (and someone
else's too) on my bed. I enhanced the exposure on the legs. As soon as
I did this I realized it was a girl's legs and I was in bed with a girl.
I was able to look "through" my cam image and close in on the girl's face...in
my room...through my cam image, which I was looking at on my computer screen
which was sitting in the very room. I looked around and didn't see the
bed or the girl or anything. This "live" cam image of MarkAllenCam was
a totally false one...and one I could alter at will.
Then I dreamed
I was watching an alternate version of Paul Bartel's "Eating Raoul".
In the scene I was watching Mary Worovov and Paul Bartel were cleaning
up the bloody mess after they slaughtered Raoul at the end. Instead of
their kitchen they were doing it on a steel fish scaling table. Mary was
using a mop that had another mop attached to the end of it...so she was
really far from the table like she didn't want to touch it. Paul was using
something else to clean. They were talking about something during all this...some
lines from the film I think.
I also think I
might have been abducted by aliens last night because my cam inexplicably
cut off at 4:29AM last night, I woke up and was wide awake for about an
hour, and I have "eye burn" like when you look at a welding flame for too
long without goggles. Does this dream sound like an abduction dream?
3/28/01:
I'm with some friends and we are on this barren. black landscape. There is thunder and lightening in the distance an a lot of wind blowing. We seem to be in some valley because I see distant mountains around us. It is nighttime. I don't know why we are there. We look over to our left and see this platform or stage. On it are these weird pale gray figures, human shape but all smoothed-over and feature-less and hair-less. They are crouched down and kind of moving around. They have these flashlights where their genitals should be. They look like those little light saber toys that light up. They keep detaching these flash light/genital things and shining them around. One member of our group suddenly transforms into one of these creatures and fly's through the air and onto the stage. He now looks just like them and has joined in on what they are doing. I get the feeling that I'm watching some kind of process or assembly=line thing. I get the feeling that I will be next.
3/29/01:
No dreams. Woke up with a SPLITTING headache.
3/30/01:
No dreams again...
3/31/01:
No dreams again...hmmm...