8/1/01:

    I am with a group of people I don't know. We are in an environment that is always at night. Sometimes we are in the area of Houston Street and 1st Avenue in NYC, and sometimes we are in this weird kind of country environment that has this gigantic, fantastic house (with many levels and all kinds of glass balconies and stuff sticking out all over it - really neat) that we are supposed to go inside of and "investigate" or something like that.
    We are then in the fantastic house and we think there may be someone in the house trying to scare us. We go outside the house and into a building next door that is taller than the house. We look in the lit windows of the house to see if we can spot anyone walking around. We do! This scares us. We go back to the house and go to the top level - where there is a large outdoor terrace that surrounds the roof. The glass doors leading from the terrace to inside the house have a thick curtain over them that is blowing in the wind. We are a little freaked out to enter the house. Suddenly this weird kind of grandmother/old woman/fairy tale character-looking thing comes out from behind the curtain. It looks like an old woman sometimes but sometimes it looks like one of those giant mascot costume things that people wear to entertain crowds at football games or amusement parks. Her head is giant like a pumpkin and too big to be human - the features look kind of cartoon-y. The old woman has a bonnet on and is dressed like Holly Hobbie. She kind of floats out from behind the curtain and is like "Ooooohh whooooooo oooohhooo!! Dooooooooon't eeeenteeeeer theeee hooooouse!!!" like a ghost. We all just stand there. Then someone goes "Look!" and points to the curtain. There is this creature there that we can kind of see trapped in the curtain. It has spindly arms and legs that look like off-white plastic that have been molded together. It's arms and legs and head look like what someone would make if they were trying to make a giant representation of sperm out of paper mache. Using one for the head and torso, and four for the arms and legs. The creature moves like a marionette. Like it's being operated by invisible wires. It looks like the creature is controlling the fake granny. But who is controlling it? At this point I realize that our group is kind of like the Scooby Doo gang.
    Then it is back to the NYC intersection. I am with my friend Gregory and we are walking to 2nd Avenue to go to some bar. We stop on the street and I squirt a little of my massage lotion onto the back of my neck. I ask Greg to massage the back of my neck. He doesn't and just walks away. I go into this little pod thing that is in the middle of the street to fix my hair. It looks like a giant upside down flower made of concrete. There is a mirror in there. I look over and see a new bar on 2nd Avenue that I've never seen before. I see a bunch of gay guys hanging out in the front of it.
    Then I'm back at the house with the gang. We are outside of the house walking around the edge of it. We have camping gear and weapons. I think we are wearing army fatigues. I stop in this grassy knoll area next to the side of the house to rest. It's still night. I look on the wall of the house and these little TV screen appear. They are video games that you can play. One is called "Handsies" and is a video game version of thumb wrestling. There is a big ball you control and a button to move your computer animated hand on the screen - and you thumb wrestle with the computer's hand. I play but find the ball difficult to navigate. I've always been good at thumb wrestling so I just lay back and look up at the stars while playing the game with my outstretched left arm. I just keep moving it back and forth and then suddenly move it quickly to the left. I'm pretty sure I beat the computer even though I wasn't looking. I look at the screen. A new game is starting. Did I win or not? It's unclear.
    Then a new video game takes the place of "Handsies" and it is this weird game where you have to visit the actor Jim Nabors while he is sleeping in his army bunk on the TV show "Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.". You have to hover around his body and "dress" him in the appropriate clothes. He is snoring in a comical way while you do this. The video game camera lets you hover all around his sleeping body.

8/2/01:

No dreams.

8/3/01:

    I'm with my old high school friend Katy. We are living in a weird hybrid of NYC and Plano, Texas. Katy has this weird beehive hairdo that looks really sloppy and course like her hair is the texture of brillo pads. Sometimes are inside this house my parents lived in while I was in college - up in the bedroom that I stayed in - and sometimes we are out in the streets. The streets look nothing like NYC - they have these white tents everywhere that people are selling things in. Like a crafts fair or something. Some of the tents have entrances that lead to the subway. I remember passing one tent that has all these buckets of live fish and squid and crabs - like it's supposed to be the tent that represents chinatown or something. Suddenly I think we are joined by another high school friend, Kim. We are walking around and we go down into one of the subways. It's daytime. When we are up in the room it is nighttime though. We seem to keep going from the room in the house to outside in the street over and over. There is a special entry attached to the room in the house that leads us to the street - it is separate from the main entrance to the house - like a little tunnel or something.

8/4/01:

    The only thing I remember is I am looking at some guy in a bedroom of some sorts. There is stuff all over the bedroom - bookshelves full of books, lots of computer equipment, toy figures and stuff on the walls. It looks like it may be dawn or dusk, I can't tell which. Only the light from outside is lighting the room. Everything is cast in kind of dull shadows. I see the guy walking in and out of the room. His head is always "blurry". He keeps walking over to the large windows sill by a big window in the bedroom. He seems to be checking in on this weird little doll or toy figure. The toy figure is completely white - whiter than anything else I can see. It's almost kind of glowing. There seems to be some kind of correlation between good deeds that the guy (or me?) does and how "white" the figure gets. Like it's a barometer of how good he's been. I almost can hear a male voice-over that is saying something like "How is the doll meter doing?" or something. I almost get the impression that the doll is supposed to be monitoring me and my actions and the guy checking in on it is doing it for the guy who's the voice-over (the voice of God?) I get the impression that the guy checking in on the doll is really rooting for me.

8/5/01:

No dreams.

8/6/01:

    I'm living inside some kind of indoor complex. Like the buildings and houses and roads are all inside this gigantic warehouse or something. Everything is lit with amber lights. I am in the office of my friend Mario. We are sitting around talking and I am talking to him about wanting to move to LA. I feel very warm and centered around him. I think we both went into another part of the building and there was some kind of living situation there where this fat old man was our "father" and a bunch of guys, including us, lived in the house. I saw the fat old man looking at the mail on the foyer table as Mario and I were running up the stairs to our rooms.
    There were other parts to the dream - like these three people looking at me with their heads poked over the top of this concrete ledge - I'm up on the ledge - and they seemed to be judging me or something - and the amber colored indoor city was behind them - or something like that. That's all I can remember.

8/7/01:

    I live in some kind of underground dwelling with a bunch of people who I don't know. We all wear what looks like parts of hockey and football uniforms with black tights under them. We have a "leader" who is some young black guy who is very smart. We seem to be some kind of underground terrorist group or something - but we do good not bad (isn't that what all terrorists think?) Anyway - we seem to do something in society up above ground that is for the common good but we have to remain secret about it. Like comic book super heroes or something. Our habitat looks like an abandoned underground train station. Everything is covered in a thick layer of gray dust (like one foot thick) that almost looks like fake snow or spray asbestos.
    I am suddenly above ground - on some kind of mission - I am is a children's show store and I am "observing" a family watch one of their daughters try on some new shoes. The family or no one in the store can see me even though I am right in front of them. I feel like I'm at work while I'm doing this - like I'm on the job and am kind of "bored". I am watching the little girl and I somehow know she is about to drop a big shoe on her knee and start to cry. It makes me laugh at how humans behave and how their behavior is predictable. I start to kind of laugh.
    Then I am back underground with the group. The leader of our group is suddenly in this black sports car and is driving on where the tracks used to be in the underground train station. He is driving really fast under the dust and I can see his brake lights under the dust. He's zooming all over the station and everyone is cheering. He pulls the car up and announces to everyone that they get to ride in the car with him. Everyone is excited. Then he suddenly realizes that I will not be able to go. He says "I'm really sorry Mark" and everyone is like "Sorry Mark." and is looking at me sad. I'm really disappointed but act like it's no big deal.
    Then I am in Brooklyn (but it looks nothing like Brooklyn) and I am entering this really complex maze of concrete walking bridges that lead back and forth between Manhattan and Brooklyn. I can't figure out which bridge to take. I see my old friend Katy and ask her which way to go. The singer Beck is with her - or some guy that is tall skinny and blond. He has a guitar.

8/8/01:

    There is someone (I don't know who) on the internet - that I know looks at my website or something. Anyway... I want this person to see something, or a certain picture I have of them or something like that. But I have to be very careful about how I present it - it can't look like I am AWARE that I want this person to see this. The thing I want them to see almost has to look like it is inadvertently in my possession or something. I can't look like I'm doing it intentionally. So I see myself typing this "code" into my computer that will reveal the photo on my webpage. The code is kind of like html - but different. There is some word in red letters on a white background. I remove part of the word and insert three capital "s"'s in it's place. The "s"'s have a circle around each one and are connected by a line.
    I also had a part in the dream where I saw three raw lychee nuts getting covered by sugar.

8/9/01:

    Very weird dream: I'm living in some apartment complex with some white trash girl and her smoking mother. The two girls look like a cliché from the Jerry Springer Show. I have another female friend who is helping me sort out a financial problem with my roommate. She apparently owes me more rent than she has paid. I am walking into the apartment (it's daytime outside) and I am walking through the rooms. The mother is there sitting in a rocking chair smoking. All the lights are out so just the light from the windows illuminates the apartment. As I am walking through the apartment (with my friend) I can "see" the math figures of the dollar amount the girl owes me kind of hovering in my field of vision - like a computer read out on my retina, like Terminator. I see the roommate who owes me money and ask her about it. She's all smiles and talks to me and gives me the run-around. I see her mother looking on while she's talking and her mother is smiling like she's proud of her daughter like "That's how I taught you sugar dumplin'!"
    Then I go with my white trash girl roommate outside and I look up on the top story of the apartment complex - it is a huge mountain with giant waterfalls like in Africa. It now seems I am on some reality show competition and I have to go up there and repel off the mountain with the other contestants (who all live in the complex) and see who has the guts to make it. We all go up to the top of the mountain. The mists from the waterfalls makes it seem like it's raining. We all have our repelling gear and are at the top of the mountain looking over the very steep and way-high cliff we have to repel down. Everyone is like "Ohhhhh God!" I look down it and get that tightening in my sphincter thing going on. My roommate is holding my back as I look down so I don't fall.
    Then I am suddenly back in the apartment. It is night outside now. There seems to be some kind of weird game show or performance going on inside the apartment. Me, the white trash roommate, her mother, my friend Gregory, and Julianne Moore are all there in the living room doing stuff for an audience that we can hear but can't see are they behind the walls?) The room is lit garishly like a stage and everyone is behaving with two voices: 1. the voice you use on stage when announcing stuff and talking to the audience, like "Ladies and Gentlemen!!!" and 2. the voice you use to "whisper" instructions to your fellow performers hoping the audience can't see you, like "Stand over there," "Wait for my cue!" "Oh no... untangle my microphone cord!" and stuff like that. It's weird because it's like we are doing a live show but can't see the audience.
    The "show" we are doing involves putting Gregory inside this big round plastic tumbling ball. He has to go in there and be mixed in with different substances or objects (i.e.; sand, marbles, paint) and be tumbled around and then we take him out of the ball and see how he's doing. The first couple of times he seems fine. Sometimes when looking at him he seems like a little miniature toy and the ball is really small and me and the white trash roommate, her mother and Julianne Moore are just passing the ball around - then when we take Gregory out ('He's ALL RIGHT ladies and gentlemen!!! Give him a round of applause!!!') everything is grown back to real size.
    The last time we put him in the ball, along with that white, fine sand you find in hotel lobby ashtrays, we spin him around A LOT. He stays normal size the whole time. When they open the ball out I see Gregory inside and he's trying to get up stumbling like he's really dizzy. He is naked and I see white sand on his ass.

8/10/01:

    I live on a giant docked ship - like a cruise ship only I think it's a military vessel. My friend GC is visiting me on the boat for some reason. He is helping me with some show or something, something that I do on the boat that is a performance - or an upcoming one - but it's unclear exactly what.
    I am then looking at stills of a new film that is being shot in the rolling green hills of Holland. The film stars Uma Thurman and Estella Warren. I am looking at photos of Uma and Estella acting out the exact same scenes and I am noting what a better actress Uma is than Estella. I feel like Estella is totally inexperienced at acting but for some reason I think Uma is a genius at it at and light years ahead of Uma's talents. I am telling someone I can't see this as I am watching images of Uma and Estella both float through the sky in a giant Little House On the Prarie-style dress. Like they are jumping on a trampoline in slow motion in front of a blue screen. Then I am looking at a still of Uma balancing upside down on one hand on the back of a large cow. She is singing as she does this. It reminds me of an old black and white photograph I saw once of of Sally Kirkland naked on the back of a large hog. It also looks like that Cocteau Twins logo on sleeves of their early records of that girl in a dress balancing upside down on one hand.
    Then I am off the boat and am walking around on land. I seem to be in another country. I am going to go surprise GC where he works. Apparently GC is the manager of a Burger King. I get to the Burger King and walk all the way around the circumference of it, past the dumpsters in the back and the drive-through window. I go inside and decide I will surprise GC. The place where you order your food is an island in the center of the Burger King. All these black girls are working there. They seem to be having a party behind the counter. I order "...a number 2" without even looking at the menu sign and the girls starts making it. I realize I ordered the wrong thing - a number 2 comes with a chicken sandwich and I wanted a burger. I tell the girls and they seem confused at first and then fix my order. Everything is put in the deep fryer, the sandwich, the drink, everything. All the sandwiches have these giant, fleshy strips of bacon all over them. I am watching the girl up close as she makes the food. She seems pissed that I changed my order in the middle of it but is doing it anyway.
    Suddenly GC comes out from a door in the back and is like "Listen up everyone!" and everyone gathers around him. Someone points to me and says "Mark is here to see you." and GC looks over and is like "Oh Mark what are you doing here?" and seems genuinely surprised to see me. He walks over to me. Everyone is stopped what they are doing and is watching us.
    Then GC and I go into this long hallway upstairs and sit at this table. We are planning something. There is one window in the hallway and the moonlight is shining in it.
    Then I am back at home on the boat. I actually live in some building on the deck of the boat. There is grass and landscaping around the building, on the deck. I think it may be an old folks home that I live in, but I'm the only young person in it for some reason. I am taking a shower in this giant glass shower. I have a robot dog that is running around the apartment yapping while I shower. Then for some reason I think there may be an intruder in the apartment - hiding in the closet or something. I get out of the shower, wet, and go get a knife as a weapon and then shower with the knife next to me. Then I get out of the shower and listen to my phone messages.
    Then I am watching these three people talk about the benefits of having a bidet as opposed to using toilet paper. It looks like a Friends-style sitcom situation. The girl likes toilet paper and the guy likes a bidet. There is an old professor there with them saying bidets get you cleaner.

8/11/01:

No dreams.

8/12/01:

    I'm looking at a track listing on the back of a CD and I see the songs listed. It is a CD by Thurston Moore and one of the tracks says his daughter Coco sings on it. I can hear the song, which sounds like a poem recited over noise, in my head as I see a little arrow floating in space pointing at the song title.

8/13/01:

    I'm living in some really busy area with people I don't know. The area has all kinds of make-shift buildings and tents and stuff that people live in. At one point I seem to be in a replica of Darren and Samantha Stevens' house on "Bewitched". At another point I am getting into this car with some people and some pier queen is walking around the edge of the car with his friend as we approach the car. He is wearing these fake red fingernails and they are really big. We all kind of look at the fake nails and notice that they look like bright red plastic toy rocket ships glued to the end of his fingers. As he walks by the car he almost steps in a pile of identical red nails that are laying on the ground next to our car. It's raining. That's all I can remember - it's all real choppy.

8/14/01:

No dreams. Although I do vaguely remember something about some Disney figures on a white table. Maybe some hands playing with them. I definitely remember seeing Minni Mouse and Donald Duck.

8/15/01:

    I'm in some resort complex or country club or something like that. Several times while I am there the light changes from day to night and then back and forth - even though I seem to only be there for a few hours. I am with someone at times who I think is my brother, but sometimes this person appears as a female. There are many levels to some of the buildings at the resort. We are always going onto different levels of each building. Each level seems to have a door that opens to the ground level (even if it's on a high floor) and each door seems to open to a new scenario (under a bridge in a big city, the beach, a ski resort with snow). It's very weird. At one point we seem to be getting in a big car and going somewhere. At another point we seem to be creeping around the lobby of a big building while there is a big convention or something going on. We see a lot of hassidic jewish men at the convention. The building we are in has all this red carpet and velvet walls and gold trim and is very ornate and old fashioned looking. We are about to get in this elevator that has mirrored and bronze doors, and a woman - who I think was Debi Mazar - comes out and asks us what we are doing.
    Then I am with Gregory and we are on an upper level of the building. We walk outside a door and are on a crowded, rocky beach somewhere in Greece. We sit down with some family and they start making food for us. There is a really good looking guy there that seems to be flirting with me. I'm looking back at him and the guy starts making this thing on a plate that looks like tomato sauce on toast. Gregory barges between us and sits down on the guy's lap. He stretches backwards and starts kissing the guy. Gregory reaches out his arm and feels my crotch to see if I have an erection.

8/16/01:

    All I remember is I lived in this giant abandoned warehouse with my old friend Glen. We were throwing this gigantic party and I had to get home to make sure everything was ready for it. I was watching television in the big warehouse.

8/17/01:

No dreams.

8/18/01:

    Honestly cannot remember much. I do seem to remember the back of a woman, who has long blond hair and has her head turned to the side (her right). She may be nude. I think she was pointing at something. There were also, somewhere in the dream, little pink rubber things, like little nipples on a baby's bottle. Except there were a bunch of them all on the same object. Like a fake plastic cow udder. The woman and pink plastic udder seemed to be part of a much larger, more involved dream.

8/19/01:

    I dreamed that I was asleep in Domenic's room earlier in the night and he wasn't in there. I dreamed that I thought I heard someone in the other room and I got up to investigate and was a little freaked out. Then I dreamed that I fell back asleep and I was a character in a film. The character was a woman and she was sleeping in her master bedroom and no one else was home. She kind of wakes up from a nap and, in a kind of half-awake state realizes there is a stranger standing in the hallway looking at her. I imagine I'm the character who is acting out this scene. Then I seem to be the director of the film and I am imagining all the different ways I could show someone waking out of a sleep and seeing someone in the room and the weird way you could show it. At one point I see the figure of the stranger kind of spinning in his own silhouette.
    Then I dreamed that I was remembering this time this weird guy walked right into our house when me and my brother were home alone and my brother came upstairs to tell me about it and I didn't believe him and told him to leave me alone (he was always making stuff up) and then the guy just left. When my parents came home everyone was freaking out and I think they called the police - who found a cigarette butt the guy had left on our living room floor. This really happened - they guy must have been hoping no one was home and was surprised to find my brother and when he saw him he pretended he was looking for gasoline for his car. The police also found tire tracks on our yard - apparently the guy spun out on our lawn as he was leaving - totally missed the driveway. All in the middle of a sunny afternoon in the suburbs - very weird and creepy. Anyway, I'm kind of dreaming that I'm remembering this and I keep seeing different ways in which the guy could have looked - because I never saw him.
    Then I dreamed that me, Gregory, Trucker John and Sammy were all in this office building that was under construction. We are running around all the empty floors and half finished stairways and stuff and we are taking photographs that I plan to put up on my website.
    Then I dreamed that me and Gregory start having these events where we invite people that tune into our websites to come to a kind of party where we stand up in front of a microphone and talk and tell stories and sing and sometimes I have my guitar. There are tables with chips and dip and 2 litre bottles of soda and stuff. Very junior high school - very strange.

8/20/01:

Last night's dream played like a horror film:

    I am living in some unknown area with people I do not know. Sometimes the place I am in looks like an old neighbourhood I grew up in, in Texas, as a child. Sometimes Julianne Moore is with us. We are in a group and seem to live in a house in the neighbourhood. We are members of some weird cult that targets and systematically hunts down random people and captures them and then kills them and eats them. It is a slow process and we generally only go through about 4 or 5 victims a year. There is some weird thing where we check up on the victim before kidnapping them to make sure all the "layers" of their flesh are "pure". This is how I remember it.
    I kept seeing Korean style delis in the neighbourhood we lived in. Sometimes we would stalk our victims in secret while they shopped at these delis. Very weird. It is always post-Summer type weather where we are. At on point I remember kind of trying to "hide" from an elderly couple that was on to me, and I started looking at the raw vegetables outside the deli. I picked up a yellow squash and was eating it raw. I could overhear the elderly couple talking about how you can't eat some raw vegetables because they are poisonous before they are cooked.
    Then it is night time and we are in a different location all together. We are all in a big bus that I think we stole. Julianne is with us. It is like the movie "Dawn of the Dead". There are zombies running all over the place looking for live people to eat. We are racing the bus through the crowd, running over zombies and everything, looking for live people that need help. There are fluorescent lights inside the bus. We stop quickly for anyone that is not a zombie and hasn't been bitten and pile them into the bus. It's really suspense-like, like an action movie.
    At one point we stop to get these two guys who are not zombies and are being chased down the street. We start to let them in and just as we do, I notice one of them must have very recently been bitten because he is in that weird limbo stage where he will transform into a zombie at any minute. I quickly scream out "This guy is no good! He's a zombie! Soon!" to everyone as we are helping them into the bus. For some reason the soon-to-be zombie guy gets let onto the bus and his friend that was OK gets his head cracked open and all his brains spill out onto the street (as he falls out of the bus and onto the ground). We drive away quickly and I see all these zombies converge on him to eat his brains. And he is screaming.

8/21/01:

No dreams.

8/22/01:

    All I remember is this girl going into her bedroom, and she has this little itty bitty box in her dresser. In it she keeps this live spider. She opens the box and puts the spider next to her in her bed and lays down and goes to sleep. Apparently she does this every time she sleeps.

8/23/01:

    I'm living in a big house that I have never seen before with people I don't know. The house has many levels and rooms and always seems to be changing. At one point the house appears to have what looks like a large school library on one of the floors. There is a back entry to the house that looks similar to the back stairway in the Newton's house in Alfred Hitchcock's film Shadow of a Doubt. It appears that one of the people that lives with us is a wanted serial killer that the FBI have been after for many years. He  very dangerous and evidence has just come to light that points to him being the killer. Everyone is kind of reacting to the news - and wondering what to do when the person that lives with us that is suspected of being the killer comes home (he is out).
    I start to remember all the times I was alone with him and wonder if he was ever going to kill me. I remember seeing a large piece of poster board in his room that had push pins all over it (marking the spots where he killed people - like a map?) I also remember that before he went out he had told me that he wanted to talk to me alone at some point during the night - in his room.
    Soon everyone in the house has left. It is night time and the killer is not home yet. I am really scared and a little freaked out. I think I call someone on the telephone for some reason and I get the impression from the call that the police or the FBI are on their way to nab the killer this very night and they tell me to just hold tight. I am near the back entry of the house. The house is dark and very quiet and I can hear every little noise. There is a bright light in the back yard that is shining through the upstairs windows. I am upstairs.
    I hear someone coming up the back stairs. It's the killer. He comes into the door and I feel really freaked out because no one is home but us and I know he is a killer and I'm not sure what he is going to do. He calmly walks up to me and hands me a folded up piece of notebook paper and says "This will explain everything Mark." He then kind of "disappears" or is just not there anymore and I am suddenly in the back yard and there is a SWAT team and flashing police car lights everywhere. They got him and he is being carted away.
    Then I am on Houston Street in Manhattan. I am with a group of people and we are all doing something involving moving a car that is parked along the street. One person is in a giant white bunny costume. Another has what looks like a gigantic board game with all these colored plastic pieces attached to it (Mousetrap?) They have the board game on the hood of the car. Someone else is looking in the trunk. The person in the giant bunny head is in the driver's seat trying to start the car, wearing the bunny head. I think this will make a funny picture so I get out my digital camera to snap a photo. I try to take a picture but these drunk homeless guys keep getting in my way.

8/24/01:
 

    First I am in some remote part of the world that I don't know. Finland? Greenland? Scotland? The white cliffs of Dover, England? Wherever I am it is cold, rainy and perpetually dusk. There is white everywhere (snow?) and there are cliffs (or icebergs?) and bodies of water. I seem to be in some kind of moving vehicle and am "returning" to my home base, or maybe the hotel I am staying in or maybe a family I am living with, from a day out. I am on the phone with someone in NYC as I am travelling and I'm saying stuff like "You won't believe where I am right now or what I'm doing!" I get to the house I am staying at. It is this weird shaped house (a big point) that is nestled in the cliffs that look out over a large beach. There is snow everywhere. I go inside and the mother of the family I am with looks like Judy Dench but it isn't. The daughter of the family is very beautiful. They all have red cheeks.
    At one point I am out in the snow playing with the daughter, who is very pretty and about 18 or 19 years old. We almost seem to be flirting and making out. Weird. We are playing with some hand-made doll that she has. We keep placing it in the snow and then laughing.
    Then suddenly I am in the same place, but seem to be in a hair salon that is made of snow. The guy cutting my hair is this guy I used to see at The Cock and Fat Cock all the time that I thought was really handsome. He has a hair salon on Orchard street in NYC I think. Anyway he is there and he has a little swivel haircutting chair made of snow and everything. I am flirting with him while he cuts my hair. I am happy with the job he did and plan on coming back - although more to see him.
    Then suddenly I am going back to college in Denton, Texas for some reason. It is the end of Summer 2001. When I get there, my old college friends Kelly and Shane are there. I go to the old dorm I lived in for a few years. Everything is similar there but the same. I am still driving my old car that I had back then. It is the year 2001 but everything is the same but slightly different. I start to get all these floods of memories about all the different experiences I had in college and it makes me feel good. I try to find old rooms that I lived in in the dorm but the hallways and levels are slightly re-arranged and I can't find them. Another time I realized I parked my car in the staff parking lot and it will be towed and I'm thinking "how could I have forgotten that?"
    I seem to be there to "continue getting my degree" but I know I already have it so I'm thinking "why the hell am I here?" as I am walking down a staircase in the dorm. Am I here by mistake? At one point I imagine sitting in the lobby of the hall and all the college kids around me are very young looking and I feel like a grandpa. Another time I am asking someone about the food service in the dorm and as they are telling me I see the entrance to the cafeteria and I see that all the food they serve there is gigantic, like it's been mutated by radiation or whatever. Giant peas, slices of banana, grilled breasts of chicken, all huge as a car. Weird. Another time I am with Kelly and we are trying to see a movie in Denton. The newspaper we are looking at for show times is this weird futuristic thing where you see these wild moving color graphics of the theatre, like a live webcam except that you can kind of "step into" the image, and you can read on the marquee live what is playing there.
    We "step into" on of the ads (of a theatre I vaguely remember from Denton) and are at the theatre. The marquee is huge with lots of blinking lights. We go inside and instead of a theatre it is this large, old-fashioned-nightclub looking restaurant thing, with a stage and round tables on rising tiers coming away from the stage. All the colors are dark purples and greens and blacks, with an art deco look. There are no windows. There is a "host" who greets us at the door and tells us that this place is a game that you have to try to win. The game is a murder mystery. The place is kind of like an old-fashioned funhouse, you walk along dark corridors and mechanical stuff jumps out at you.
    We start playing the game and it gets really bloody and weird. There is this young blond guy who is going around stabbing people and it looks really real. At one point I see he has stabbed the girl I was flirting with from (England?) in the earlier part of the dream. He has he pinned up against a wall with knives and she is dead. He sees me and starts coming towards me. He hovers instead of walks. The hall I am in is big - there are moving colored walls and disco lights everywhere. No music though. I have lost Kelly and am alone. I hear people screaming in other parts of the funhouse. I get to the end of the hall and it is a small lit staircase - the same on in the college dorm that I live in! I am running down it trying to escape this guy and I pass the snow haircutting salon with the guy inside. He is looking at me. I keep running, now I'm back in the funhouse, and reach the restaurant front of the funhouse. No one is around and I keep hearing people screaming. The front doors are locked and I can't get out. The dream ends with me still running around in fear.

8/25/01:

No dreams really. Maybe something where I kept seeing two women who were sisters act out the same scenario on a stage, and each were observed by some kind of "judgement" system or panel. Very vague.

8/26/01:

No dreams.

8/27/01:

No dreams.

8/28/01:

    I'm watching this weird kind of show where there is a sculpture that is kind of forming itself out of thin air on top of this mound of dirt. The sculpture looks like it is made of junk and these pieces of junk stand high up on these thin poles (which I think are actually toothpicks) that are stuck in the dirt. More and more junk starts appearing on the poles and it starts to become really big and complex. I am looking down at the base of the sculpture and I see the toothpicks are starting to give way and can't support the junk. But more and more stuff get's piled on top and it's really ornate and pretty. But soon those base sticks are going to cause serious problems with the structure because they were not built well. Then the dirt turns into sand - this causes the toothpicks to really start to move and bend and break and whole parts of the sculpture start to slowly collapse and the whole thing looks like it's in jeopardy. The sculpture is very show-y and would have been fantastic if only the base it had been built on had been done with more care - but now it's too late.
    I'm explaining to Bryan in my dream that this represents my relationship with my parents.

8/29/01:

    I am planning some performance at some club or theatre. There are a bunch of performers doing improv theatre and I and a friend are asked to do a show. It is in the daytime before the show and I am at the space looking at the stage. On the stage is a white car that has been wrecked and is upside down. We decide to work it into our show. We decide to get some guy to pose as a dead body, the driver of the car, all covered in blood and crumpled behind the wheel of the car, upside down like he just crashed. We will both pose as angels in long white robes and white make up. We wish we could float down on wires - but we can't afford it. We will play tapes that I have of German opera and keep pointing at the body and stuff like that. We think this will be brilliant. We especially want to play the famous part from "Ave Santani". I decide at the last minute to get a baby doll wrapped in a white sheet and covered in a little blood. We will place the doll in the upside down passenger seat of the car and "discover" it during a part of the performance. Holding the baby up to the skies and chanting the words to "Ave Santani" like we are saving it's soul - real dramatic and over the top. For some reason we think this will go over big with the audience.
    Then I'm running around NYC but it looks nothing like NYC. I am meeting a friend that works in film and his office is on top of this giant round tower which looks like a giant Quaker Oatmeal box. I am up on top of the tower and I realize that the office is right next to another place another friend works at. I see this little purple line that connects the two locations on the box (like those 'driving directions' lines you see on Yahoo! Maps). I am then down at the bottom of the tower running around the streets and I realize I haven't collected any of the German opera tapes together or even bought the white sheets or baby doll or someone to play the dead body and the show is in a few hours. I panic a little.
    Then it's night time and I'm in some restaurant that looks like a weird hybrid of a cheap truck stop diner and an Indian restaurant. There is a burner with a metal tea pot on it and some incense burning on the little window sill by my table. My waitress is Debbie Harry. She looks young and has auburn hair. I'm amazed that she is working here. She seems very focused on her work. I leave her a big tip.

8/31/01:

    Something about Madonna's "Drowned World" tour. I am watching a video of the show and there is someone that is watching different sections of the tape with me. Every time a section of the concert is over, we stop the tape, the other person has to get on a train or a subway and go somewhere to do something - what I don't know - and then come back and we continue watching the tape. Very strange. While I'm looking at the frozen image of Madonna on the paused VHS tape on the TV screen, I can "see" my friend walking through the train station. That's all I can remember.