3/1/03:

 I dreamed something about Texas... or being in Texas... or talking about it or something... maybe drawing a map of it for someone... that's all I really remember.

3/2/03:

    Tomorrow...

3/3/03:

    Just can't remember dreams well lately. I know there was something there... I just can't remember it. I do remember something about a person, or something that looked like a person - walking into a room made of white dry wall, royal blue plush carpet, and glass bricks. The "person" had no body hair and maybe had on a rust-colored, all-over lycra body suit that had a snake skin print on it (or that was just it's skin?).

3/4/03:

    I'm in my apartment here in NYC with Domenic. The sun is shining outside. I think I hear someone rattling the doorknob to my front door... I walk over to the front door and try to look into the peephole just as it opens up(!) In walks a middle aged woman... she has a key chain with hundreds of keys on it (that obviously had a key to my apartment on it). She had reddish brown hair cut in that 70's "Dorothy Hammill" style. She is wearing a brown/maroon silk/nylon blouse and dark brown polyester stretch pants. She has a lot of make-up on and looks very "hard". She sees that I saw her let herself in and she looks totally nonplused. She just walks into the kitchen and kind of looks in my direction as she does and half-heartedly goes "Ugh... hey..." Then she walks over to the oven and reaches behind it and says "Mmmhmmm!" and unplugs something. Then she walks over to an electrical outlet and wipes it with her fingers... wetting them with her mouth. Then she stands by a window and kind of takes this authoritative stance and says "You're Mark Allen right?" I say "Yes." and she says "Well I'm Julie from the landlord's office. Um... in my opinion you should move out of this apartment." and I say "Huh?" and she looks suddenly kind of un-confident and then she looks at me kind of sideways as she turns her head and gives me a kind of puppy dog look and says "So... do you? Want to just move out?" I can tell, somehow, that something has happened and the landlords want me to move out. I somehow know that the first "step" in them trying to get rid of me is to simply ask me "nicely" and hope maybe I just do it for some reason. I know their next step will be to involve lawyers and stuff or whatever and get me evicted. The woman just leaves after this. I am dumbstruck and freaked out.... why would she just let herself in like that? Why do they want me out? Why did she act so weird? Why lick your fingers and wipe an electrical outlet with them?
    I walk into the bedroom and Domenic is no longer there... but Trucker John and somebody else are. They are arranging some kind of sculpture thing made out of coat hangers and blue clay and cotton - on the bed. My bedroom looks different. I think it is raining outside now. I try to tell Trucker John and the other person about what happened. They seem uninterested. Suddenly there is some guy in my apartment who has lived in the building longer than me. He is giving me all kinds of advice about what to do.
    Then the phone rings and I pick it up. For some reason I say nothing into the receiver... I just hold it up to my ear and am silent. I can hear the woman from the landlord's office that came into my apartment earlier, Julie, on the other end. She is breathing and I can hear a television in the background of where she is. She says nothing and I can tell she is expecting me to say "Hello?" I hear her mumbling stuff about me under her breath... like talking to herself in that mumbling way, thinking I am not on the phone - that the line went dead or something. She is going like "Muffa-grubbl-tenant-nudda-fruppa... Mark-grubba-Allen-uggha-bruppa-duppa..." and so on. Her tone of voice sounds angry and malicious. She hangs up... and I stay with the phone pressed to my ear and listening. I can still hear her mumbling to herself about me and walking around wherever she is calling from. It's creepy.

3/5/03:

    I am with a bunch of people in a place that looks like a mall - a huge mall with lots of levels and sections - lots of glass ceilings. I get the feeling that it is actually a college campus. I have never seen the location and it doesn't remind me of anything in my past. Outside it looks like the northern U.S. Sometimes people I know pop up in the scenario.
    At one point I am with a bunch of young teenagers who are going all over the town outside the mall-like campus, on bikes, roller blade, skateboard and foot. The areas we are in look almost like Los Angeles - or maybe Denton, Texas. It's sunny outside, maybe Spring or Summer. Everyone is riding around in a group. More and more people start riding with our group until we are a bunch of kids (except me?) riding all over town like a gang. Some of the kids have big hockey sticks. Strangely the people on foot seem to be able to keep up with those on skates and bikes. At one point... we are all going really, really fast. We keep riding in the streets with traffic and it is pretty chaotic. Cars are honking at us and having to screech to a stop to avoid hitting us. No one in the group seems to care - or they delight in pissing off the motorists. Suddenly at one point we enter a huge, multi-laned tunnel - with lots of rush hour traffic moving really, really fast bumper to bumper. We are in the far right lane, against the wall of the tunnel. Huge 18 wheeler trucks are in front of us, and behind us. Suddenly a huge 18-wheeler flatbed truck carrying a bunch of tractors pulls up in the lane to our left. It's huge and everything is moving so fast that everyone starts to panic.  The roar of the trucks and echoing tunnel is deafening. The flatbed truck starts to move in on our lane(!) The driver must not see us! Everyone starts screaming and falling away - we are all getting run over. It's a horrifying feeling. and as I "fall into" the wall on the right I hear this black kid's young voice say something like "...and I saw where the truck smashed him and his intestines popped out all over the place and he's dead." in a real calm voice that doesn't seem to be coming from one of us. - like a narration to what's happening. I - in the dream - have a "false wake up" - in other words, I "dream" that I wake up instantly from the horrific scene - which was becoming like a nightmare (I really thought I was dying a violent death). I am sitting in my bed and thinking "Wow... why was I hanging out with those kids (in the 1st layer of the dream)?" In my false wake up - Domenic walks through my room into his, carrying a glass of water. He says "Having a nightmare Mr. Allen?"
    Then a drastic scenario shift, still dreaming, back to the first layer of the dream:
    I am back at the mall/campus. Outside I think the weather has changed to winter, snowy. Inside the mall I see my old high school friends Sondra and Kim. I also see my old college friend Shane. Also Gregory is there.  Also Jim is around... as well as our friend Paul. I am in some large room with a bunch of people including Jim and Paul. We are sitting in a circle and  are all sitting on those orange plastic molded chairs that were used in schools and auditoriums in the 70's. It appears that Jim and I have formed some noise band that has a name like "High Cross" or "Existing Cross" or "Exquisite Crosswalk" or something like that. I am in this room and am discussing our 7" single (vinyl) with a bunch of other people. I am holding it in my hand and it looks like the cover is a black and white grainy Xerox copy - with the band's name scrawled in black - with pink magic marker over that. Then it's folded in half and stuffed into a typical 7" vinyl clear plastic sleeve. I am comparing our group to the band Harry Pussy - and talking about how different heavy metal groups are to us - the traditional interplay of drums and guitars and voice. Everyone is discussing that. It seems that this crowd somehow ties in to the skating kids I got "killed" with in the earlier part of the dream. I look to my right and see a huge window with sunlight shining in.
    Then another scenario shift:
    I have been somehow "invited" or "called upon" to participate in a game that is going to take place on campus, in part of the mall-like structure. It appears to be a "Sims"-like game that will take place in a huge, multileveled hall where the spectators can hang out at the perimeter of each level and watch the game through the glass windows, or over a balcony - it's like a huge theater or small arena. The game is "Sims"-like in that the playing area is this series of objects and buildings and stuff inside the arena, and also these "real life" people that look real, but are actually computer-controlled robots. Even though "The Sims" has no goal as a game, the object of this game seems to be to accomplish something involving getting the robot characters to do certain things that lead to other things... all in a certain order, to get a prize or something. As I walk down the stairs to enter the huge gaming area... Sondra, Kim and Shane are all talking to me and wishing me good luck. I walk down and see this massive area completely enclosed by glass walls and ceiling. Each level of the glass walls is multilayered - and you can see into each level of the mall/campus. People are mulling around, and not many people seem to be watching me about to play the game - just my friends and maybe a few curious people. The game area is covered in blue grass... it has what looks like a very large playground jungle gym in the center... as well as what looks like a little garden house (with orange lights inside) near the back. Up on a high wall appear to be two very high cave-like areas that I see have orange lions in them. Robot lions.
    It seems that one of the robot characters in the game is a real-life version of the Mr. Burns character from "The Simpsons". I can't remember what he looks like in "real life" as a robot - but from my perspective far away he looked like a flat, 2-D animated Mr. Burns. There are lots of other "robots" and things in the game... but my focus seems to be on Mr. Burns. It seems that the "goal" of the game is to take these instruments that look like large, silver salad tongs, and use them to retrieve these slices of pepperoni pizza that are placed at various places on the jungle gym - hanging and drooping over the bars. It seems that one of these slices of pizza is "electrified" and that means it is the one "special" piece that I must pick. I must pick up all the slices of pizza off the jungle gym with the salad tongs, until I get the "electrified" piece - and I must feed this slice to Mr. Burns... who will then give me a "big prize". The Mr. Burns robot is busy doing other things... and as soon as I find this electric slice of pizza and feed it to him... he will go on a "different track" and give me a prize.
    So I do what the game says... I run around the playing space, first looking for the tongs (which are in the garden house) - this takes a long time, and involves many steps. I learn that if you make a mistake in this game, you have to go back and start from the beginning all over again... and all the things you had accomplished after you started that time are erased and you are left with nothing, and back at the beginning. It takes a lot of steps to get the giant salad tongs... I get pretty frustrated. All the while Mr. Burns and all the characters are running all over the playing area making sounds and are busy doing things... even the lions are running around and going "Rooowwrr!" None of the robots seem to be paying any attention to me - and the only one will will be the Mr. Burns character as soon as I can find that electrified piece of pizza with the salad tongs and feed it to him.
    So finally I get the salad tongs. I run out of the garden house over to the jungle gym. I head Sondra and my other friends yelling "Yay! Go Mark!" way in the background. I'm having trouble getting the slices off the bars without dropping them. As soon as I drop one I find out I have to go way to the beginning all over again. I start to get really angry. After about three full tries from the beginning again.. I finally seem to pick a slice that has these light purple lightening bolt things sticking out of it (when I touch it). I found the electric slice! I try to get it in the salad tongs and... oh damn! I dropped it! I go back to the beginning... but at least I know now how to identity an electrical slice. I get to the jungle gym again with the tongs and touch more slices until I find the electric one. I find it and grab it tight in the tongs. The cheese and pepperoni are dripping as I carry the slice with the tongs to go find Mr. Burns.... I think to myself "Only fake slices of pizza in a game like this would look so thick and hot and dripping and delicious!" I notice that the slice looks like the most delicious -looking slice of pizza I have ever seen. It reminds me of this pizza place on Delancy and Allen streets in NYC (in real life) that serves pizza just like this. But I also see that the slice has faint bolts of purple, hairy, moving electric lightening sizzling and shooting out of it.
    I finally find the Mr. Burns character with the pizza in the tongs in my hand. The Mr. Burns robot is running around going "Oh I have to do this! And I have to do that! And blah blah blah!" and I have to literally run up behind him and yell "Mr. Burns! Oh Mr. Burns! Excuse me! Mr. Burns? Excuse me I have something for you! Hello!?" I keep having to run behind him and yell and finally he stops and turns around and looks at me. At this point the Mr. Burns character just looks like a normal person robot - not one that looks like the Mr. Burns character. I shove the pizza in the direction of his face and his mouth kind of "stretches" out and takes a big bite, chews it, and swallows it down. Suddenly he stops for a second... then raises his index finger in the air and says "AAaaaahhh! I just remembered! I have something for you Mark! Follow me!" I drop the tongs and follow him to an area near the stairs where I entered from. He puts his arm around me and says, as we're walking... "You know... I looked at all the money I had and I decided to buy a prize for you! A HOUSE!" and I inhale real loudly and wide-eyed and smiling like "Huuuuaaaaaa!?" and then Mr. Burns says "But... I changed my mind and got you something else instead!" I think to myself that whatever the "something else" is must at least be as nice or expensive as a new house, and can't be too bad. He leads me over to this weird coin operated-looking wall machine that has a lever you can pull and then this slide/shoot thing made of white bathroom tile. You pull the lever and your prize comes down the slide to you. Mr. Burns says "I hope you enjoy your prize!" and then walks away and says "Now I have things to do! Ta-ta!" and he walks off really fast.
    I see my friends have come halfway down the stairs and are peering over the railing at the slide machine and are saying "I wonder what your prize will be?" I do to. I pull the lever and instantly this big, light brown, full length, men's fur coat shoots down the slide and falls onto me and then the floor. It doesn't even look like real fur - it looks like fake "fun fur". I'm like "Huh?" and all my friends laugh and cluck their tongues and go "Haha! Whatta rip off!" I pick up the ugly coat. What could I possibly do with something like this? I put it on and joking look at my friends and smile real big and raise my arms out and say "What do you guys think?!" They are all walking back up the stairs. I run up after them and start joking around and saying "Well at least I can look like an old 1950's fraternity guy from Yale!" and everyone laughs. I see Gregory and tell him "Mr. Burns was going to give me a house but he gave me this instead!" We all walk up to the mall/campus again and are already thinking about what to do next. Me playing the game just seemed casual rather than important, which is what it seemed at the time. I start to imagine that I can wear the coat out somewhere sometime as a joke... or to a costume party.

3/6/03:

    I live in a large apartment building with someone I do not know. It's a guy - and sometimes his persona transforms into someone I do know. At different times in the dream, the guy is Dominica, and then my dad. The building has long hallways, and about ten stories... with the doors to the apartments lining down one by one in the hallways. Our apartment faces the front of the building... and outside it looks like a hilly terrain with some trees - it looks like Winter, everything is dead. We get to our apartment via a gray concrete stairwell at one end of the hallway. We are in the second floor. The inside of our apartment looks like the inside of a large, two story house... even having what looks like a back yard accessible through a back door (which looks like a lush green backyard - Spring or Summer). This makes no sense spatially (or seasonally). Inside the apartment... sometimes it looks like a large family lives there, none of which I know (except the sometimes Domenic/Dad figure). The Domenic/Dad figure seems to always be going to work or getting ready to, or coming home from it - when he is relating with the family figure. When he is relating with me he just seems like an unknown friend. There is some scenario at one point where we are all sitting around in the dark watching television (in the living room). I am holding an empty picture frame near the Domenic/Dad guy, near his shoulder... and the light from the TV is making a discernible beam of light come through the frame (I guess the room is smoky) and into the room. It's kind of pretty..
    Suddenly it seems to be the next day. The family is gone. The roommate is just an unknown friend. It is morning and my roommate is going off to work. I follow him out of the apartment and into the hall. It seems that the hall runs against the front of the building, and opens up onto a second story balcony that then has stairs that let you down to the ground outside. I am following him along this hall. The windows on the front side of the hall have the morning sun streaming in. The hall is made of bare, gray concrete. I follow my roommate all the way to the door that leads outside (I'm seeing him off to work?). He finally reaches the door and walks out of it. A blast of cold Winter air comes in as the door opens... as does a ray of sunshine. As he walks out... I see this strange-looking, tall Afghan dog with black and white fur that has been groomed and styled very strangely. The dog is huge - like a human/horse size. As the door opens - this dog tries to get into the hallway. The dog is staring at me with it's beady, pink eyes. As it does, I see that it is NOT a dog after all, but a woman wearing this strange costume that covers her entire body - the upper part of which is a thick body stocking (with black stretch gloves) that has a large Afghan dog head thing that kind of sits on top of her head and stretches down to her waist - it's like she has eye holes looking through what would be the dog's body. It's very clunky and surreal looking. I see the woman kind of come in the hallway, stop, look at me, then go back out to the balcony. The door is still open and suddenly I see another person in a costume walk into the doorway... it is a guy who has a similar, all over body stocking costume on, but his head piece thing is a camera - made of cloth - instead of a dog. These two people are making a film out on the balcony and we just happened to run into them. I hear the guy's voice, muffled under his costume, saying to the girl in the dog costume "Okay... do that one more time... but this time pause longer before you come to the door..." and I hear her say, muffled through her costume "Okay..." and nod her big fake dog head.
    I shut the door on them. As I do I see inside the hall, near the door, is what appears to be a large pile of bird droppings... for some reason I know that these droppings come from the woman in the dog costume - she shit them out. I walk back towards my apartment and reach the stairwell. I see that there is a very tough, lesbian-looking woman that kind of lives in this open space on the first level of the stairwell, it is her job to "monitor" the residents of the building and make sure everything runs smoothly. She has a reputation for being very tough. As I pass by her... she shouts up to the balcony I was near "Is somebody letting those dogs in the building! You better not! They shit all over the floor in the hallway! Keep that door closed! Don't make me come up there!" I don't think she knows I was the one up there. I realize I am on the wrong level and I go back up and into my apartment.
    In the apartment I see a painting on an easel in my apartment. It is a painting of the picture frame I was holding up in the air the night before in front of the TV. It has the frame painted, stylishly, with the beam of light coming through it... except in the painting it has the light source being a candle... not a TV. Somehow I know it is my mother who painted the painting (not the Dad/Domenic character). I guess she lives there too.
    Suddenly it is later at night. There are a team of police inspectors in the apartment. They are investigating my dad, it seems, for child pornography charges. He is escorting them around the apartment/house (which is all lit up by candles - no artificial light) and showing them around. He is acting very friendly and doesn't seem worried at all. It seems that somehow, some pictures of nude, young children ended up deep in the internet cache of my dad's computer... someone found out somehow and called the police. My dad is trying to show him that he has no idea how the photos got there - through an email spam ad someone opened or something. I am shocked that my dad has these charges against him, but kind of see the situation for what it is and am pretty nonplused about the whole thing. I wander around the house alone as my dad takes the team out into the backyard. I see the painting on the easel. My dad has replaced the picture frame with beam of light painting for a more traditional-looking painting of a bowl of fruit. Somehow I know that my dad thought that if the police saw a painting of something strange and esoteric - like the frame/light painting - and thought that he had painted it (which my mother actually did) - they might be more inclined to think he is a strange person (who might be slightly more likely to have child pornography). So he quickly replaced the painting my mother did with a very normal looking one. I think about this in the dream.

3/7/03:

No dreams.

3/8/03:

    I vaguely remember something about a stuffed animal - that was maybe a goat. It looked normal, except it had these weird crust formations on it's floppy ears - like corn flakes molded together with vanilla cake frosting or something. It was sitting in front of a yellow background - and may have been moving by itself.

3/9/03:

    I'm in an apartment I don't know at all. It's a long, railroad style apartment in an old tenement building... it has rotten wood that has been painted over white and lots of different, multi-layered, exposed pipes on the ceiling. There are a bunch of people that live there too that I do not know.
    Jim is visiting me in the apartment. In this dream, Jim smokes. He is on tour with his band and is just stopping by for a place to sleep before he goes back home to the mountains. He sleeps through the night in my bedroom and the next morning we get up and go into the main part of the apartment. There is a lot of activity - people making breakfast and stuff. Jim lights up a cigarette and then he looks up on the ceiling and sees this series of exposed water pipes. He jumps up and grabs the pipe with both hands, and then starts doing chin-ups. He is doing them very vigorously, and this is causing the pipes to give-way and creak and look like they are going to break. I say "Jim stop! The pipes are gonna burst!" and he just hangs there and looks up at the pipes. He then, somehow, is able to spin all the way around the pipes like an olympic gymnast and hold the pipes and kind of "screw" them back into place (they have large bolt connections holding them together). He keeps spinning and spinning, and I'm like "STOP! They'll break!" I makes no sense because the space between the ceiling and the pipes is about five inches, but somehow in the dream he is able to do it. He then jumps down from the pies, lands on the floor... and walks into another bedroom and lays down on a futon.
    I suddenly look down at my fingers and see that there are all these giant splinters and pieces of wood stuck into the tips of my fingers. Somehow I know that I got the splinters in my fingers from Jim doing chin-ups on the pipes and near the rotten wood ceiling. It's like my hands were his hands - somehow... and then switched back when he jumped down. I am showing the splinters to everyone and everybody is like "Eeeewww!" and "How could Jim do that to you?" I start to pick all the big splinters out of my fingers. It stings. Then, after I have picked all the splinters out - I notice that there are a bunch of these tiny, hair-thin splinter things sticking out of the tips of each of my fingers. They look like little hairs - like a fly has on the tips of it's fingers - or maybe microscopic acupuncture needles. It's like little hair-like feather hairs sticking out of my fingertips. I seem really upset by this. Like "Oh great! How am I going to get THESE out?"
    I walk into the room where Jim is laying down on the futon. He is kind of dozing off. I hold up my hands and say "Look what you did to my hands!" and he looks up kind of like "Huh?" and then he says "Oh I'm sorry." and then he lays his hand back down. I walk over to his face and start to caress his face with the hair tips of my fingers - like feathering his skin on his face with them. I work my hands back and forth over his whole face like this. He is really enjoying it and is like "Aaahhh!" and "Ohhhhh!". His eyes are closed and I think he looks really handsome.

3/10/03 - 3/29/03:

Sorry, I've obviously been taking a little break in recording my dreams. I'll get back to it again soon, like I have so many times before.

3/20/03:

    I am with Jim at his friend Amy's house. We are hanging around and it is night time. There is some kind of weird creature that is made up of all these white-ish branch-like limbs - just the limbs. It looks like a branch from a birch wood tree - with just three or four little limbs on it, skinny ones. At the end of each "limb" is a colored orifice - like flesh pink or yellow of pale green. The creature is able to move around of it's own accord. It seems to "puff" little clouds of yellow-ish powder out of each orifice as it kind of crawls around over the kitchen counter top. We are all just talking amongst ourselves and kind of ignoring the creature, like it's no big deal.
        Then a total scenario shift: I remember seeing something that was in an outside, lush green pasture. I was "observing" the scene from way overhead - like a helicopter shot (except my view was perfectly still). It appeared to be the filming for a car commercial or something like that. Someone had arranged all of these big black spherical objects, and also these long yellow objects that looked like giant stalks of celery, and also these fluorescent orange things that looked like traffic cones - they had taken hundreds of each and arranged them in this giant pattern that looked like a giant flower - maybe a sunflower (with a different color scheme) - from way overhead. It was almost like those 1940's black and white movies of dancing girls doing synchronized swimming in a giant pool, making patterns and circles in the water, with the camera overhead. There also seems to be a row of red long things on the outside rim of the petals - that look like giant sticks of red Twizzlers licorice. Sometimes the object looks like a giant, weird color sunflower... and sometimes it looks like a giant piece of sushi - with the black balls in the center looking like bunches of fish eggs.
    Suddenly a little silver car comes driving over the green grass and up to the "flower". I can tell a director of the "commercial" or dream kind of cued the car to drive up. The black balls are in the center. The car seems like it supposed to "penetrate" the outer edge of the flower pattern and drive onto the black balls. It gets stuck in the long red Twizzler things and seems to be trying to back up and start again - but it's stuck. I hear the "director" yell "CUT!!!". I realize it looks like a spermatozoa trying to penetrate and egg, or a bee trying to pollinate a flower.

3/21/03:

    I am in some place I don't know with Bryan and some unknown female. We seem to be in some kind of hotel or something like that in an unknown town. We seem to be there on business or something... like we are all staying the night but have something important to do the next morning, in the town. I seem to be making some kind of "presentation" to people the next morning about "what Bryan means to me" or something like that. Bryan is going to be making a similar presentation in the morning about me. There are moments in the large hotel room (which has lots of different rooms, is lit very strangely, and parts of which have stuff piles up - like it's a storage space) where Bryan and I are kind of talking and figuring out what each is going to say the next morning at the presentation. It's kind of a weird vibe. At one point... the woman that is there with us (who is tall, with stringy dark brown hair and John Lennon style glasses) is taking a shower in the bathroom. Through the closed door of the bathroom, she shouts to Bryan (thinking that I am out of earshot) "Ugh... where Mark put his dirty clothes on the carpet in here smells like animal urine!" and Bryan says "Really?". I remember the whole bathroom smelling like cat pee when I first walked in when we arrived... and I guess she thinks I caused the smell somehow. I walk up to the closed bathroom door and yell to her "When we got here I noticed the whole bathroom smelled like cat pee! It wasn't me... but thanks for jumping to conclusions!" She says nothing. I walk into the bedroom and sit in a bean bag chair. Outside the window of the room I see we are only on the second floor... and I have a clear view of what looks like the outside of a nice Chinese restaurant... like a wood paneled exterior building and little concrete paths and bonsai trees and goldfish ponds and little lanterns. It is night time. Bryan walks over to me and says "My presentation tomorrow is going to talk about how special I think you are." As he is talking to me I am blowing up these balloons (or condoms?) and putting marshmallow cream all over them. Like making "art". It's a really weird moment.
    Then it is the next morning and we seem to be at the "presentation". We are sitting at a conference table with a bunch of people. The table is polished wood... and it matches the walls. It's like a business meeting room. I am sitting next to Bryan. Across from us is sitting that actor on "Saturday Night Live", Fred Armisen - who does the Spanish comedian who comes on the Weekend Edition skit with the little drum set who says "Oh meeee-ooohh!" or whatever with a little drum set and cowbell after each punch line. He is trying to make a presentation himself. As he does... I keep making funny faces at him and causing him to crack up and start over. He has this funny accordion thing that looks like two cymbals that have this massive amount of marshmallow cream between them - with some solid disk in the center (it almost looks like a giant, fake hamburger on it's side). He keeps opening and closing it and causing the marshmallow cream to expand and then recede.
    Then a scenario shift: I am in my apartment with Domenic. I go into his room and look at the floor under his bed. I see where he has moved the furniture around on the floor has cause the floor to get really, really scratched up. There are deep crevices and cracks. The more I look at it the worse it seems to get. The floor is totally destroyed. I start yelling at him... like "Oh my god you ruined the floor!" and he doesn't seem to care at all and starts laughing. I start picking things up off his shelves and smashing them... I pick up his computer and printer and smash it on the floor... I swat my arm across his desk and smash everything on it off onto the floor. I am really angry and trying to get a reaction out of him. He just sits there staring at me.
    Then another scenario shift: I am on Delancey street in Manhattan with someone... who I don't know. I am on my way home (from the trip with Bryan?). We stop at a McDonald's because I remember that I was going to have my webcam from my web site pointed at the front entrance of the McDonald's and invite people to tune into my cam at that particular time and watch me walk in and order food. Weird. I see the cam (mine) positioned in the window of the McDonald's. It's like just as I'm walking by I'm like "Oh yea... I forgot... oh look it's the time I scheduled to go in... let's just do this real fast before we get home." I walk into the double glass door and wait by the entrance... for what I don't know. I am wondering if anyone is watching on the cam. Or if anyone is going to show up here to see me live. I am standing there with stuff from my trip. I seem to have a straw beach bag, and a big sombrero hat I am carrying. Suddenly I have my balloons with marshmallow cream on them again. A security guard from McDonald's comes over to me and asks me to "Please come with him." He leads me to this room behind a door into an interrogation room. He and some other people confiscate all my stuff and ask me what I'm doing there. I keep asking them what's going on. They start to say they are going to strip search me and I start to freak out. They get violent and grab me and are like "Hold him down!" Before they can tie my down to a table I break free and run into a hallway. The guard comes out and starts yelling at me to get back in the room. I scream at him that he is violent and a tyrant or something like that. I run back into the McDonald's and find my friend. I wonder if anyone tuning into the cam saw any of this. I find my friend am say "Let's go." We leave. As we are walking out I see a bunch of blown up balloons with marshmallow cream placed in front of my cam.

3/22/03:

    The first part of the dream was almost like an infommercial, sort of. Watching it was kind of slightly like observing television:
    There is some kind of product that people that have pet cats can buy to make cats that have died "come back to life" - like materialize from beyond the grave. The product involves something that looks like a white bar of soap, and what looks like a large fish (that is white instead of orange). You are supposed to place the fish on top of the bar of soap and then wait... and your cat... who's dead and buried... will magically materialize sitting on top of the fish - and the cat will be alive and fine. I see a couple (that looks kind of overweight) standing in their living room/kitchen. They have white carpet and curtains on the large glass windows... the sun is streaming in on the kitchen counter. They both have short black hair and are wearing nylon sports/roadie jackets. They place the bar of soap on the counter and then the fish. They step back and watch. Suddenly it looks like the image of a long-haired white cat is starting to appear on top of the fish, wagging it's tail and looking around. The image of the cat appears and disappears like a weak radio or TV signal. It finally goes away and doesn't re-appear. The couple looks at each other and shrugs their shoulders like "Huh?"
    Suddenly it's the "next day" in the commercial and it seems that the company that makes the product has sent over a representative to see what went wrong. The representative is a woman with short, styled brown hair and a big, beaming smile. She is wearing a brown tweed business suit with a short skirt and is carrying a brown leather briefcase. She had immaculately manicured nails with brown nail polish and bright red lipstick. She walks up to the couple's front door (their yard is bright green in the bright sun and the plants in the neighborhood look like it may be in California somewhere) with her hand outstretched out to shake theirs and has a really big smile and is overly perky (like an infommercial host) and says "Hello Mr. and Mrs. ____________ I am from the ____________ company! Nice to meet you!" (can't remember names). Suddenly her face kind of changes from a fake-looking big smile into a fake-looking concerned look and she says in a different tone of voice "I understand our product had some trouble in making your cat re-appear! Well I'm here to find out what went wrong!" Soon it becomes clear that the product is bogus and a scam and does not work, and the company just sent this woman over to make it seem like they cared... since this whole thing is being seen on television... kind of... in my dream.
    The second part of the dream was not like a TV commercial:
    I see two girls standing and talking in a high school hallway. Some faculty members from the school walk over to them and ask if they can speak to one of the girls alone. They take that girl over to the side and the other one kind of smiles and stays where she is... she is smiling like she might be guilty of some slight school misdeed, like skipping class or something. She has brown hair that is kind of long and looks like it has been curled with curlers or a curling iron in a late 70's/early 80's style. As she stands there I can see she has a brown purse with a thing leather strap over her shoulder (so the strap makes a diagonal line across her chest). I see she is wearing a big black t-shirt over a big purple t-shirt with the sleeves of both rolled up. The black t-shirt has big blue letters on it (with some glitter on them) that says "THE WIZARD OF DOG".

3/23/03:

    I am looking at a group photo of a bunch of people. It has a cheap plastic, black frame and is under glass. Down at the front of the crowd of people I see my grandmother. She has on glasses and a long, black dress. She is carrying a cane. In the photo she has long, white hair - which she doesn't have in real life.

3/24/03:

    I am on some road trip, alone. It is winter time. At one point in the trip I am staying in some unknown house in some unknown town. When I arrive at the house... I find that it is empty. It seems like whoever owns the house was expecting me. I have keys to enter. The house is multilevel, carpeted, dry-walled... a new, suburban-style house. It seems to have no electricity though. There are lit candles everywhere. I walk around the house and end up in this ground-level room that has an attic-like roof. I lay down on this mattress on the floor and plan to go to sleep. It's night time. Suddenly some of my friends are there. I don't know who some of them are... but one is my old childhood friend Shelly. We are all talking by candle light and laughing.
    Suddenly, I head a voice outside. It is someone standing out on the lawn, singing and strumming an acoustic guitar. They are singing really weird lyrics like "Oh Mark Allen... you are so stupid... you are a loser... why don't you give it up! You are so pathetic ...I can't stand you... who are you fooling? No-bo-deeeeeeeee! Ha... ha... ha hee hee ho." and stuff like that. We all are like "Huh? Who is that?" None of us want to open the blind and see who it is because it's pretty creepy. I realize after a while it's some kind of strange stalker who has tracked me down and found out where I am on this road trip. They have been watching me and my friends in this house (from outside) for hours. Now they want to make themselves known. All my friends want to run out and confront them, but I tell them no - to just ignore them. We all go to sleep.
    The next morning we all leave the house together and continue on my road trip - together. We end up at some place that looks like a mall. It is day time and sunny outside. Inside the mall - we do something strange on some of the escalators - what I can't remember. We go to one of the upper levels and find this small room with sofas and a little refrigerator in it. We all hang out and are talking. At one point we talk about the stalker from the night before. Shelly says "Oh yea I know... what a freak. I followed him for hours in my car yelling at him!" I'm like "What do you mean?" It turns out that, after we all fell asleep... Shelly went outside and confronted the person and got in her car and slowly followed the person as they walked sheepish-ly alongside the road with their guitar.
    I can "see" this happening - Shelly with her car in drive just crawling along and the stalker person walking about 20 feet ahead of her. They are shooting back and forth childish insults like "Leave Mark Allen alone!" and "No!" and "Yes you jerk!" and "I'm not the jerk you are, you bitch!" and "Fuck you fatty!" and "No you're the fatty! Fatty!" and stuff like that. Eventually Shelly followed the person all the way to a beach, still at night, and then they continued their slow drive/walk/insult thing alongside the water's edge - in the sand. Then I guess Shelly got sick of it all and came back and snuck into bed.
    I am furious at Shelly for doing this. I'm like "Why did you do that? Now you just encouraged him!" Everyone seems shocked that I am mad at Shelly.

3/25/03:

No dreams.

3/26/03:

No dreams.

3/27/03:

    I seem to live in some unknown house, in an unknown town, with a bunch of people I do not know. The house we live in is a ranch-style, wide, one story home and may be in the south somewhere. It is daytime and me and the people we are living with are looking through some kind of special surveillance television set or monitor (or electronic telescope?) into a nearby home. It is a live feed. We are watching a male female couple. The man is very abusive towards the girl, who seems to not know how to handle his abuse. We are just kind of observing this and not really saying much about it. We know it is happening in a home nearby.
    Later, we turn off the surveillance TV and one of the girls that lives in the house brings out a very large painting. It is a painting representing an old, massive, Victorian-style home that looks abandoned. The house is fantastic - but it is run down... and sits in a large lot full of overgrown weeds and grass and trees. The painting seems to have been done in the Winter, as all the plants in the yard are brown and dead. It almost looks like a cliché of a "haunted house".
    A scenario shift: I am outside in a large, green meadow. The green meadow is surrounded by rows of trees in all directions - far off in the distance. It seems like lush Spring time, as everything is green and beautiful... and there is a slight breeze. It almost looks like a larger version of Sheep's Meadow in Central Park - but I know I am not in NYC - I think I am in the south somewhere... maybe Louisiana. It is daytime and beautiful out. The meadow is so large... that several groups of people seem to be playing different games of soccer. It is big enough to accommodate several full games. I am holding a paper cup with coffee in it - like the tall fancy kind with the cardboard holder and special lid you get at places like Starbucks. I a walking across the field. I keep accidentally walking into the soccer games and have to move quickly out of the way so as not to get hit by the ball or running player. I notice the wind is blowing the grass beautifully as I do this. At one point I get past all the games and to the edge of one of the tree lines. I look through the lush, green leaves and notice that there appears to be a house through the trees. Suddenly there is some kind of weird machine in front of me that looks like a mechanical telescope... like a telescope with a big TV monitor attached to it and a computer. This machine "floats" in front of me and I look where I am going through it.
    With the machine floating in front of me, I walk through the trees and green leaves in the direction of the house. I notice, as I get closer, that the house is the house that was in the painting! I seem to have a better view of the house through my floating telescope machine rather than looking past it and just at the house. I also look around me and notice that it is now Winter all around me... all the overgrown trees and plants are dead, the sky is overcast and their are puddles of rainwater on the ground. The property looks just like the painting... as does the house. I notice... way in the distance, the people that I live with They are beyond the property of the house and are yelling at me to "Come on!" and are waiving their arms to get me to try to come to them. I think I yell something like "I found the house!" or something like that. I ignore them, and go closer to the house to investigate. The machine is still floating in front of me... which I use to see where I'm going.
    Suddenly I notice a mobile home on the property with the big Victorian house. It is in the front yard. I wonder why I didn't notice it before. Then, I am suddenly inside the mobile home... sitting on the couch. It is the home of the couple with the abusive husband. The wife is bringing me some food on a plate. I say to her "I can't believe your mobile home is sitting in the front yard of the big old Victorian house that I saw in that painting?" She says "What? Oh that... there is no big house... or yard. It's just an illusion. It's a project my husband is working on." I'm like "Huh?" She says "Yea... it's just this arrangement of throw pillows and sheets on that wall over there that is done so perfectly, that it tricks your mind into thinking you are looking at an old house and yard... even walking around it." I look over to her living room wall. I "see" the old house. Almost like I can see through the wall and to the house. As I look closer... suddenly the top layer of the house turns into a series of throw pillows that have been propped against the drywall. I move my eyes around the image and see that she is right. It's all just pillows and sheets that have been arranged in this really intricate way against the living room wall. I can't believe it. Why was I able to walk around the yard earlier? How did I just appear in this couple's house? I look through my floating telescope machine (which is still with me) and see that it is showing just the pillows and sheets too... no house. The abusive husband walks in and sits down. He says something mean to the wife and she sulks away. He starts eating food off my plate in a real obnoxious manner and says "Did ya see my project?"

3/28/03:

    I remember some brief thing where I was way up high... looking at a landscape scene. It was like I was in a helicopter but it was motionless and silent. I was looking over a kind of hill-y/mountain-y area that was covered in forest. It had a two-lane road cutting through the tall trees. It was dusk - almost past dusk to where it was dark nighttime. There was an even line of cars coming towards my direction - who had white/yellow headlights, and an even line of cars in the other lane going away from my direction - who had red brake lights. Traffic was kind of backed up. There seemed to be rain on the road - as the lights were being reflected on it's shimmer-y surface. The whole scene was very "big" and "atmospheric".

3/29/03:

No dreams.

3/30/03:

No dreams.

3/31/03:

    Very frightening and vivid dream: I am in a weird, surreal version of New York City. It is daytime and cloudy.
    First... I seem to be "observing" a big disaster that seems very serious. I seem to be in several places at once looking on as emergency crews pick bodies and people that are still alive out of what look like large concrete sewer tunnels. The crew is all over Manhattan... cutting open parts of the tunnels - which go all under the city for miles - and pulling people out. There is water running in the tunnels and as they cut them open, water spills out. The people that are still alive are screaming in terror and tears and they pull them out. The dead bodies look bloated. It seems that there are possibly thousands of people trapped underneath the city in these tunnels, and it is truly a horrific disaster and a terrible tragedy. The crew and city are really racing against the clock to get as many survivors as possible. It looks like the tunnels, in my dream - represent the subway system. Especially since in parts of the dream I remember the concrete tubes also crossed the main bridges in New York City.
    In the second part of the dream I am in the Battery Park section of Manhattan. It is daytime and cloudy. I am with some people I do not know. There are construction crews lifting and moving what look like pieces of an immense statue. Parts of the statue are covered in rope and maybe lifted onto scaffolding. Sometimes the statue looks like it is made of stone and sometimes it looks shiny and metallic. The statue is in different parts all over the park - and looks like it is either being slowly assembled or disassembled. I am talking to some guy who is drinking coffee out of a paper cup. Behind him is a giant piece of the sculpture tied with rope and on a scaffolding. Suddenly the piece of statue shifts and falls off the scaffolding. Everyone freaks out and jumps away and is like "Whoa! Look out!" No one is hurt. Suddenly I see that the large piece of statue that fell is a sculpted, giant woman's hand. I recognize it as part of the Statue of Liberty. I turn around quickly and look out into the water. The Statue of Liberty is gone. I guess it's being disassembled.