10/12/03:

    I am in some apartment in some suburban apartment complex that is unfamiliar to me. The apartment looks like it was built sometime in the 70's... all brown and beige and orange colors... wood beams... fake tan wood paneling... frosted globe light bulbs. It is nighttime. I soon realize that I am actually at the home of my friend Tony. I seem to be there waiting for him. Soon he comes in and he starts preparing something in the kitchen. He has his back to me and is talking to me. For some reason he doesn't want to face me as I talk to him. I keep trying to look at him and from the corner of his face I can see he has something weird with his eyebrows... like they have been shaved off and then have strips of fur glued sloppily over the bald places, but I don't think the weird eyebrows are the reason he doesn't seem to want to face me.
    Then some time seems to have passed. Tony has either left or is asleep in his room. We seem to have never connected for some awkward reason. It is late at night and I am laying on the sofa bed in the living room. Most of the lights are on. Tony seems to have these two weird creatures in the apartment that he keeps as pets. They are like this weird cross between crabs and kittens. Orange and white... and they seem to be able to talk or mentally communicate with people via ESP. I am laying on the bed and both the creatures are crawling all over my body. It feels pretty creepy. One of the creatures is on the back of one of my legs and the other is on my face. For some strange reason... I feel like the creatures want to crawl onto my butthole and "clean" it or something as I sleep... like this is something these creatures are known to do. I soon realize that this is very common for these creatures (in my dream reality). Like it's their instinct to clean human anuses as the human sleeps... for food for themselves (gross!) and the humans don't mind because they wake up feeling like they have a totally clean asshole. For some reason this makes sense in my dream... like these creatures are very common.
    So one is on the back of my leg crawling around and I assume it's looking for my ass... and the other is on my face moving slowly around and saying to me (via telepathy) "Is this your anus? Hmmmm? Is it around this location?" and I feel it start to crawl onto my mouth. It sits right on my mouth and keeps saying "Oh! This must be your butt! Mmmhmmm! Yes this is it..." in this almost comical voice. I assume it has mistaken my mouth for my anus, unlike it's friend.
    But suddenly terror runs through my nervous system as I suddenly "realize" that these are actually very dangerous creatures. I suddenly remember that these creatures "trick" humans into thinking that they clean assholes in their sleep... using mental telepathy and stuff. But, actually... they always travel in pairs and kind of playfully crawl all over a person as they go to bed. The person is convinced that the simple animals are crawling all over the body to look for the ass... and the creatures "communicate" to the human in a comical voice... pretending to not be able to find it and kind of making the person laugh playfully and feel at ease as they crawl all over them. One will hang out near the ass... pretending to be on the right track. This is actually a distraction technique... drawing attention away from the one on the face ...as the one crawling on the face is aiming for the real target (and pretending to be lost). The creature on the face, once on the human's mouth and pretending that it thinks it's on the anus... will then somehow knock the human unconscious and the other one will quickly crawl up to the mouth as well and the two creatures will slowly suck all the oxygen out of the human and they will die. It's really horrid.
    I realize this right as I feel something come out of the creature on my face - which plunges into my mouth. I either stop it, or wake up... or go unconscious (in the dream).

10/13/03:

No dreams.

10/14/03:

    Something very vague and brief about a woman with long brown/blond hair setting some kind of table in front of a breakfast bay nook window (inside). It is bright sunny Wintertime outside. She has on a long knit sweater jacket kind of thing and knee-high black leather boots. She just keeps setting plates and silverware and cloth napkins. She has her back to me and I can't see her face. I get the feeling I may be visiting someone (her?) in Aspen, Colorado. The woman is telling me about some kind of dog that is running around all the snowy tops of the mountains and that has some kind of strange electronic collar that allows it's bark to do something incredible... like time travel or something. She is saying the dog is hers and she wishes the government (or church? it's hard to remember exactly what she said) would give it back to her.
    At one point she breaks down and starts to cry and confesses to me that no one is keeping the dog from her and that she "...needs to give it back to herself ...if anything."
    Then, she stops crying and she looks out the window forlornly, sitting on the inner ledge (it now seems to have gotten quite dark outside) and she is twirling her hair in one hand and she says slowly, after a long pause (in a raspy, post-crying voice) "There is no dog actually Mark... I made the whole thing up." Then she adds "I wish I had a dog like that."

10/15/03:

    I seem to be at lavish cabin home in Aspen, Colorado. Gregory is there with me. I feel like I am in one of the former homes of John Denver. It is daytime outside and there is snow. I am making plans with Gregory to do something in town that night. He keeps getting calls on his cell phone from other people and he keeps making plans with those people - around our plans. I feel like Gregory's other friends are crowding us out and don't know why he doesn't just include all of us in one social glut. Then I wonder why I care so much. I look over into the next room and see the legs of the woman from yesterday's dream (!) she is sitting on a bed and I think smoking. I can see just her legs in profile. Soon I see that she is on a cell phone, and is talking to Gregory - who is right here in the room with me - on another cell phone. I feel kind of deceived.

10/16/03:

    Something very vague about a UFO trying to land in a large field. I was watching the UFO try to land. The field was full of dead grass and there was a cloudy sky - it looked like Winter. The UFO was disc-shaped and silver. The top looked like it was made of white frosted glass. It couldn't land.

10/17/03:

    Only vague memories of being back in the Aspen, Colorado cabin from the dream from a few nights ago. It is daytime and sunny and snowy outside, and Gregory is there again. He is running around the house with a clipboard and pen. I keep wanting him to write my name down on the list of names he has on the clipboard. He keeps running around hurriedly and talking on the phone and writing name after name on the list. I can't seem to get his attention. For some reason I know that I cannot just ask him to write my name on the list... I have to somehow "trick" him into it.

10/18/03:

    I'm in some weird town I don't know at all. It almost looks like a kind of shanty town - buildings made with plywood and plastic sheeting and stuff. There are lots of people there but none I recognize. It is always nighttime and often seems to be lightly raining - very depressing. There are lots of glaring, buzzing overhead street lights that emit garish yellow light everywhere.
    There seems to be some big white van/truck driving around town that has these four animitronic, human-like robots inside the back that are programmed to mimic human sex. The robots have transparent plastic skin and have both sets of sex organs. They have all kinds of wires and tubes connecting them to big computers and machines inside the back of the van with them. They spend the whole time in the back of the van getting into different complex sexual positions and making pre-recorded sounds like "Ohhhh!" and "Ahhhh!" while someone (another robot?) drives the van from up front. Sometimes a TV screen comes on in the back and some sort of commander or "boss" comes on the screen and gives orders to the robots. Whenever this happens the robots stop what they are doing and look at the screen. For some reason this van has important, malevolent significance in the town... something people fear. I never see the van... I just "know" all this information.
    At one point I am in my living quarters and I am in the kitchen area, which Domenic lives in with me (I seem to have walked from an elaborate  shopping mall into my living quarters... like my home is connected to the mall via an elevator or hallway or stairs). For some reason I am in my kitchen trying to get the last bits of powdered cinnamon out of a plastic shake canister and into another glass container. I can't seem to shake the last bits of cinnamon out... they wont come through the holes in the top of the container. I look closer at the cinnamon that won't come out - I look closely and see that there is an old, dried up, severed rat head inside the cinnamon canister! It's dried up and caked with cinnamon - especially around where the eyes were. It has been there the whole time that Domenic and I have been using the cinnamon. How did it get there? I am completely disgusted and shocked... and imagine telling Domenic about it when he gets home.
    Then there is a scenario shift. I am still in the same town but am now following some kind of news crew with cameras and lights. They are running around trying to catch up with some man that works in one of the local factories. It appears that there is something wrong with the decal name tags that the workers wear to work every day (a rectangular white sticker that says 'Hello! My name is ___________' on them). It has been discovered that some weirdo has possibly poisoned the back of one of the decals (that the workers often have to lick with their tongues to stick on their jacket or shirt) and has sent an anonymous letter to the factory explaining this. Just one of the hundreds of decals that got used that day had a poison back! No one at the factory has died or is sick and everyone is trying to figure out if it is a hoax or not. Suddenly this man (whom the camera crews are following) has remembered that he gave his young five-year old daughter a stack of the decals that morning to "play with" before he left for work. He is now frantically running around the town looking for her and hoping she has not succumbed to the poison. It also seems that many in the news crew maybe suspect this man of being the one who sent the letter and possibly did the poisoning. It also seem like people somehow know that the robot sex van is behind the poisoning... and I have my own suspicions that the robot sex van is behind the rat head in my cinnamon.

10/19/03:

    I am in NYC but live in an apartment in a building I do not recognize. Jim seems to live with me. We know a lot of people that live in the building with us. We also have a small puppy bulldog of some kind. In our living room is a bathtub/shower... with a window that faces the street (I think it's 23rd street) and there is a curtain on that window and an air conditioner in it.
    At one point I am taking a shower. It is the middle of a sunny afternoon and I can hear all the traffic and honking outside. As I am showering... Jim, inexplicably, grabs our dog and walks into the shower, around me, opens the window and crawls right out onto the fire escape and holds the dog and looks around. The odd thing is that he is completely nude! I watching him through the window and wonder why he is standing there naked in front of where hundreds of people can totally see him... holding a little dog! He has this non-chalant look on his face like no one is around and he is having a private moment. Just as I start to lean out the window and say something... I start to hear cat-calls and "Whooo-hooo!" from the street. I see Jim (not noticing the cat-calls for some reason) turn around and look at the big front window of the apartment below us (which he seem to easily see from our fire escape) and into that apartment. For some reason I know the girl that lives there is having a big get-together of all her girlfriends and they are all staring in disbelief at nude Jim out on the fire escape with our dog. When Jim sees them he panics and runs back into the window of our apartment.
    Then later, Jim and I are out in the hall talking with all our friends about how Jim was out on the fire escape nude with the dog and didn't seem to think that anyone could see him and how funny it was. We are all laughing. The girl who lives downstairs that saw Jim with her friends is some kind of motorcycle chick. She's real tough and has a reputation for being "bad." She walks into the hall to greet us all and we see that she is actually Winona Ryder. She is wearing a tight black outfit, a motorcycle jacket and has this strange bright yellow lipstick on.
    Then suddenly we all (Jim and I and all our friends that were in the hall) seem to be down at the police station for some reason... like one of our friends is being questioned for something. We are all wandering the halls of the place and hanging out in the stairwells waiting for our friend to finish being interrogated. I can see that it's still sunny outside. At one point... Winona comes over to me and whispers; "Leave town for a couple of days... just get out! Trust me!" I sense that she is not saying this for any particular crime thing... but because she is psychic and she knows that some horrible disaster is going to happen in NYC in the next few days. I watch her as she goes from person to person in our group and whispers the same thing.

10/20/03 - 10/22/03:

No dreams.
 

10/21/03:

    I seem to have returned to high school for some reason. I am my age now... but I am having to go back to take classes for some reason. The high school I am at looks nothing at all like any of the high schools I attended. During on part of one class... or maybe in the lunch cafeteria... I am confronted by some old cleaning lady about something. She seems to think I stole something or vandalized something. She keeps yelling at me and saying "You did it! ...and you know you did it! You're lying... you little liar you can't fool me!" and I'm just standing there like "Huh?" I think I might be holding a lunch tray. Then I'm suddenly in the principle's office and he is telling me that he's not sure I didn't do what I'm saying I didn't do and that I need to go apologize to the old cleaning lady for "hurting her feelings." Then I'm walking towards where the cleaning lady is to apologize to her for something I didn't do. Somehow I know she does this all the time, blames the students for stuff and coerces the faculty into believing she's right... then getting a sappy apology from them because they are so confused they just agree to it. It's totally pathetic. As I'm waking down the hall I'm like "What in the Hell am I doing?" But I don't do anything about it... I just keep walking towards the cleaning lady to lie to her.

10/24/03:

No dreams.

10/25/03:

    I remember something really dramatic and surreal... like I was standing on some rocky cliff area that almost looked like a stage set. It was nighttime and very dark. There was some giant window or glass wall that was kind of standing at one part of the rock - it had white dividers and big panes of glass. I was looking through it at what looked like fireworks in the distance but I soon realized were images of supernovas and exploding suns in the universe. There were people with me, I think one was Sigourney Weaver for some reason. It appears that something I did, or one of us did, had caused the universe to begin collapsing in on itself and this is what we were witnessing.
    Then I dreamed that I was awoken, in my bed, by my own fart. I was lying there under the covers just like I was awoken in the middle of the night, but I was actually dreaming. It was some kind "magical" fart. When it came out of my ass if had these kind of golden sparkler lights that hovered above me and weirdly illuminated the room. It also smelled really, really strong and really rank. I remember not thinking about how metaphysical it appeared, with the golden lights and all, just thinking "Wow... that smells really bad!"

10/26/03:

No dreams.

10/27/03:

    Very ice-y, surreal, calming, weird dream: I seem to be on a kind of vacation. I am traveling all across the US. I am at some kind of attraction... like a natural wonder that is a tourist attraction. The natural wonder is this very large, flat plane of land... in the shape of a very rough oval (with rough edges). It is very thin, only half a foot thick in it's thickest places, and looks like a natural island formation. The thing that is so remarkable about it is that it is naturally floating in mid-air, about a mile or two above the Earth's surface... somewhere out in the middle of the southwest desert flatlands. It just sits up there, parallel to the Earth's surface and way up. When you look up at it... it looks like a kind of dark shape that almost looks like a flat puddle of spilled chunky soup that is enlarged and floating way up in the sky. Parts of it are dark, but parts are so thin that the light kind of shines through them like when you press a lit flashlight against your closed fingers and kind of see transparently through them - all dull reds and yellows. The way a tourist views this phenomenon is to climb up a very, very tall, thin ladder that is propped up against the side of the thing and reaches down to the ground. The ladder isn't fastened to it or anything, just resting against it. The ladder itself seems very inappropriate for such a high structure. It's light in color and made of wood... very flimsy. You can see the ladder moving and swaying in the high winds.
    I am out alone on the flat desert area where the floating island is. I can see miles and miles in all directions. It is a very sunny day, with lots of clouds and sunbeams poking through them. Even though it is sunny, there is a chill in the air... like it might be November or December. No one is around but me.
    Suddenly... a slight change in scenario: I am way up on the giant structure walking around. I don't remember climbing up the ladder, but I can see it propped near the edge where I am. I am on my knees kind of crawling around. I have my camera and I seem to be studying the surface of the island very carefully. It does indeed have the properties of a giant flat puddle of spilled soup or maybe even vomit - just slightly petrified. I move slowly across it's surface, and as I do the wild wind whips all around me... I can look around and see clouds with sunbeams shining through them. The "sound" and energy I feel is that very powerful and simultaneous loud/silent sound you experience when high atop a mountain or structure. I can feel a difference in the air pressure. It's very calming and also makes me aware of the huge size and power of the whole planet.
    As a crawl around and study the surface, I notice that positions of the island are very thin indeed, like maybe a millimeter thick... and parts of these parts are so thin that you can see right through them (like thin, rough glass). And even parts of these parts have holes in them, which you can see through way, way down to the ground below... which is very dizzying and scary. A I crawl around, I hear parts of the thin parts of the floating island crackle and squeak... I realize that the thin parts of the island are just like thin ice on a frozen pond... very unsteady and libel to break off too much pressure is exerted. I am stuck in a part that seems to be way to thin for someone to walk on. I can see right through one of the glass-like thin areas to the ground below. It's like looking down from an airplane. I am kind of stuck. I keep hearing cracks and sputters all around me... like the part I am on may crack and break through if I'm not totally still. I get really frightened and feel like I might fall through and plummet to the ground. I am afraid to move. I get that rush of adrenaline like when you are standing to near the edge of a very high point from the ground. I am literally frozen on my hands and knees looking through this glass-like part... down at the ground. No one at all is around. I can sense the immense huge-ness of everything around me. It amazes me that such a dangerous thing is just open, unsupervised, to any tourist who comes by and wants to just climb up and experience it.

10/28/03:

No dreams.

10/29/03:

    It should be noted that yesterday, in real life, evening I helped my new next door neighbor jimmy open the bottom lock of his door, after he accidentally locked himself out:

    I'm in some kind of vacation/resort area that may be in the Swiss Alps, or maybe even Universal Studios, Hollywood. In the first part of the dream, I seem to be observing other people, rather than being in the actual dream action myself. There is a a group of tall, blond, Nordic-looking women that all seem to be on vacation together. They spend their time walking around the resort... which has a lot of little streams and little wooden bridges going over these bridges. It almost looks like a fake Japanese garden/coy pond area like you would see outside a Benny Hanah's. One of the women is a lesbian. At one point I think I witness them inside a movie theater with red velvet seat, talking and eating popcorn before a film starts. At another time I seem to be outside with them (at night) as they are all getting into their cars in front of some kind of business - my friend Matt is with them at that point for some reason... he is helping to fix one of their flat tires and smiling and laughing and telling them jokes.
    The a slight scenario shift: time has passed, and I seem to be seeing one of the women inside her resort room with another woman. They are lying on a big mattress in the middle of a huge, complex room that has little wooden bridges all over it (just like outside - except rather than over water, these bridges lead to rows of bookshelves). Everything in the room is made of dark wood, and there are plants. The walls are at odd angles... it looks almost like a modern cabin in Colorado. It's night time outside. They are lying on the mattress talking and the TV is on next to them with the sound off. One of the women is talking about what it's like to be a lesbian and have kids... how she lets them know about her sexuality at the appropriate age. They sit up and start sharing stories about this. The other woman apparently is in the same boat. I notice the second woman is an almost clone version of the first tall, blond, Nordic-y woman. Except she look ever so slightly butcher, with slightly masculine features.
    Then a total scenario shift: I am in a building that I seem to live in. I feel like I'm in New York... but I feel like I am also in the same Swiss Alps/Universal Studio location as the Nordic blond women. Both places at once. I am in the hallway of my building (of which the walls seem to be covered from floor to ceiling with graffiti) and I am trying to get in my front door... I seem to have locked myself out. There also seems to be sky lights on the ceiling, which allow lots of natural light in. It is day time. I also have a huge mattress with me that I intend to take into my apartment... after I get in somehow. I have a credit card and am trying to jimmy open the lock. Soon my neighbor Shelly comes by and sees what I'm doing and asks if she can help. For some reason I am reluctant to let her help me. Suddenly, time seems to have passed and things have gotten strange. I am still outside the hallway... right outside my apartment... but Shelly is inside my apartment and she is living there. My old roommate David is also in there with her. I seem to have folded the mattress as best I could inside the skinny hallway, and am lying on it at kind of a 45 degree angle and am sleeping out there. My face is sideways and I am facing the front door of my apartment - which is wide open. For some odd reason I don't seem to be able to go into my apartment... or am not allowed to... weird. As I am lying there... out of my half-open eyes I can see that David and Shelly are in my apartment making drugs. they are popping over-the-counter antihistamine pills out of little bullet packs and crushing them up onto a cookie sheet and then baking them in the oven. At one point I see Shelly look over at me to see if I am watching them or not. I shut my eyes almost all the way so she won't see. Why am I being so secretive? Why can't I enter my apartment? Why are two people that don't live with me in my apartment making drugs?
    Then another scenario shift: I am back at the resort area, but I don't see the Nordic, blond women anywhere. It is very, very early in the morning... the early sun is casting long shadows across the dew-y grass. At first I am looking at these massive painted murals on the sides of these massive buildings that are slightly in the distance, and trying to figure out exactly where I am. I see a few people mulling around. Am I in the Swiss Alps or at Universal Studios, Hollywood? I start to look closer at the sides of the buildings... and their murals. I notice that I indeed recognize them from the huge, fake town square on the lot of Universal Studios. Except they have these bright colorful murals painted on them now (which are actually ads selling upcoming Hollywood pictures), perhaps for tourists. The murals cover every inch of the outsides of the buildings... painted right over windows, doors, etc. I feel like the murals completely ruin the integrity of a once very important film history landmark.

10/30/03:

    I seem to have just returned from a vacation that involved water skiing on a lake. I was on the vacation with guys I do not know. There seemed to be a problem with returning to NYC... like we didn't have the proper boarder-crossing documents, or were "out of NYC" for too long and lost our "citizenship" there or something.
    Now it is a warm, sunny Fall day and I am walking south on Avenue C at the intersection of Houston and Avenue C. the sun is shining brightly on the sidewalk pavement. I have an empty cake mix box in my hand that has all these rolled-up dollar bills in it. I imagine there is quite a bit of money in the box. I also have this very tiny white plastic automatic drip coffee maker. And I have these yellow vacuum-packed packages of ground coffee... which are pretty small. I keep stopping and trying to level the coffee maker on the tops of chain-link fences and actually make a tiny cup of coffee. I have no idea where I am going to plug it in (maybe it's battery operated). I also keep taking rolled-up dollar bills out of the cake mix box and un-rolling them. I am trying to balance all the objects in my hands as I do this. Soon, some homeless/drug weirdoes (the kind that kind of hang around that area) start hanging around me. I am afraid that one of them has spied my box full of cash and I become paranoid. I take all my things and walk south on Avenue C until I reach The Lotus Club, where I feel I can work in peace. I go in and continue doing what I was doing.

10/31/03:

    Very disturbing, nightmare-y kind of dream. I only remember one part of it now:
    There was this back and forth thing where I was observing a married couple (male and female) that had one small child. They were still happily married, but separated because there was some kind of war or something going on. She was in some kind of bizarre concentration camp and he was back at home amongst friends. The dream kept cutting back and forth between him at home being consoled by friends that his wife was okay... and her at the weird concentration camp with her small child... a young boy of about four years of age. The man was kind of a big guy... he had a beard. The wife looked exotic and foreign... maybe Venezuelan or something. So did the child.
    The concentration camp looked like it was all done in traditional Japanese architecture... bamboo/paper walls and minimal design. The people that ran the camp looked American... and all wore long white lab coats and were always carrying clip boards. The "inmates" looked like they were kept very humanely. The wife was always shown with the child by her side. At one point... near the end of the dream... I saw the wife and child on some kind of floor... and milk was running all around them... along the floor and all over them. They seemed to kind of be struggling to breath. One of the people in a lab coat was observing them. Then after that... I saw the wife and child in a more extreme situation. They had both either had all their arms and legs removed... or had them hidden away somehow. They were attached by either Saran Wrap or clear packing tape to the inside of a weird-looking bamboo square wheel or something (maybe a box with two sides missing) which was sitting upright in one of the Japanese rooms. There were other people with their limbs removed (or hidden) taped to the inside of the wheel/box thing too... some upside down and sideways. Milk was running all along the inner side of the wheel/box and all the limbless people taped to the inside were gasping desperately for air. There was a man in a lab coat calmly but intently observing them.