joeseph

sooo many amazing dreams last night. it'll be like trying to pull a movie back out of the void. just woke up. so many different images. one after the other as i was recalling them.

1. beach night, drunk at breakfast
2. spaceship love
3. WAVES

it started off as i was wandering around a downtown area. i met up with Gerry, who was drunk/crazy. The young man has grown since entering college, make no mistake. I wonder if he has done a lot of drugs, because he seems a little out of his mind and more aggressive. Anyways, after fist bumping and bro-hugging we go to an In-N-Out. They're closing up. Austin is there, many other people are there. I try to sympathize with the people who are closing, but I'm not in my right state. I have trouble ordering a double double, with ketchup and mustard instead of spread, and an ice cream cone. I end up spilling a lot of shit. I wipe some up with a coffee filter--this is one of the amazing tricks I've learned at Peet's, that coffee filters will clean up anything--and I get my ice cream cone and my hamburger (with no paper, since they're closing), and we're out of there.

Jeremy drives a big truck. I'm eating my food and trying not to spill. It's a lot but it's also reallly good. My ice cream has a lot of caramel on top. He tries to drift the car once we get to the beach, but ends up overshooting. He hits the curb and flips the car. "Every fucking time," I think. Drifting is such a bad idea. We roll over onto the sand and get out. My neck hurts for a brief second. We start driving along the beach, very slowly. There are amazing houses everywhere. It's night time, and we weave around intricately designed entryways, plants and carefully laid tile, climbing up the hill to get to the beach. A brief second of "floating" perspective; I realize that you can't really drive up this portion of the house, since there's not enough room for the truck, but call it a camera angle, like I'm following the path for a different viewer.

We make it to the beach and everyone is there. Mike Font, other people from high school. A bunch of friends. We are fucking around and having a lot of fun. It's the morning now, and I wake up groggy and dirty. I'm naked for a second, but I decide it's better to cover up. I don't wanna go around the beach naked, that would just be awkward every time I remembered. I put on the dirty pair of boxers I wore last night and a pair of shorts. I ask people if they've seen my shorts; "Why does it matter?" "Because since last night I have both shit and cum in my boxers, and I need something to cover it up." Kind of awkward, but true. There are skidmarks on them. It's interesting that putting them on is more shameful than being naked. I get the shorts and it ends up blowing over.

More fun in the sand. We are pulling at each other's clothing. (Holy shit, a full other dream of sexy water yoga from last night. Way too many.) Mike's full moon makes an appearance. Everybody laughs. I wander around and end up climbing up the SIDE of someone's HOUSE. I hit the roof and look down inside; it's arranged like a mall with an open canopy in the middle, and I drop down INTO their house and come back out the backdoor. The owner catches me, and I smile sheepishly. "HEY," he says. He gives a little smile and a thumbs-up. "Excellent work." There's a thing I have about climbing on things; it's really cool and I like taking pride in it, but I don't wanna show off. Later a bunch of other people try to climb it--a little girl gets to the top but isn't able to stand up on the roof, and she topples backwards onto her neck and folds into the sand. Luckily she isn't hurt, since she's young and supple (I suppose). Colton tries to do it, but he gets yelled at. The beach dream fades.

We have decided to go somewhere for breakfast. I'm following a girl who I took Bart with to meet with her friend and her family. She's into fitness (even though not as fit as I am), and she starts running after we leave the train. She's hauling, meaning she really cares about it, and I have to move to keep up with her. We run up to the side of a hill, and meet Austin and his family. It's a really giddy happy time. Kona tackles me and I hear him speak ENGLISH, COMPREHENSIVELY, in full sentences! I burst out laughing! What the fuck!?! This is amazing? He answers one of my questions. "You can speak full sentences???" "Yeah. American english.... harder to understand." LOOOOOL. This is riotous and everyone is happy. We are drunk too (from mimosas? or something), and I end up wandering off to climb on some bleachers on the other side of the field we're on. It's a cool little jungle-gym like experience. Also, there's a car inside, a high-tech one that folds out into many different layers. The sunroof is absolutely insane; it opens up like different decks on a high-tech yacht. As I hit all the buttons to open it up and climb back out again, the car starts moving. At the time I think it's just a part of the sunroof/high tech bleachers moving me along, but after I get out the DRIVER of the car gets out and confronts me. Oh, shit... sorry. So I guess she had driven me back to the family. Interestingly, she again didn't care so much, and was impressed by my climbing prowess.

We make our way to the ethnic family reunion. It's roughly set in Palos Verdes. We're eating food. I bring out the chicken and rice and vegetables that I brought, and I feel embarrassed that it isn't enough. I try to remember how to say "brown" in spanish, but it doesn't go. "Oh, that's ok. We just call it spaghetti here." They're not so mad after all.

My sister is there. This whole time we are able to see waves, far off in the distance. The waves are absolutely ridiculous. I say "Hey, come on," and we climb down the side of my grandpa's backyard to watch it in a little outcropping with a cement bench there. They are really quite big, and they loom far-off in the distance. They start breaking, really far out, and they're just MASSIVE. Crazy, I tell her. But we have to watch. I always love to watch the waves. A sexy older lady comes by, and we chat for a bit. More people have gathered, in a reverie, to watch the waves. She says "Does anybody have any need for me to bring these two girls i know, Lolita and _____ around?" I say yeah, bring em around! Why not. "Well, they are about 8 and 14 months old." "OK, but are they REALLY hot babies?" Bad joke. She goes away, but I guess it was successful. We are rapidly becoming concerned about the size of the waves. the wavves. Looking out to see, we realize that there are a series of sea-walls, which shoot up out of the water like individual planks, looking almost like a bar spectrograph of the EQ when you listen to music, to block them. Yet they get bigger and bigger, and it's only a matter of time that they'll continue holding up. Someone does a powerpoint or hologram explanation of the "earth walls," as they're called. I go down further, almost to the edge of the ocean, to watch the waves come in. Everybody is crowded around; this is humanity's last stand in a way (at least the West Coast's last stand), and as the biggest waves start breaching over the walls (Caesar's Palace has placed an enormous logo on the side of the last wall, interestingly enough), waves of panic shoot through people. Finally the last wall skitters out, with only a few spears coming into the air like toothpicks (failing to form a wall), and then they fall and gears shoot up into the air, then land back into the water. We are definitely panicked, but this is time to take matters into our own hands. We gather all of the metal into one pile to slow down the waves, trying to do a makeshift dam, and then we brace on the steps, grabbing onto the rail, to try and diffuse some of the force of the waves as they thunder up over the defenses. As things start looking bleak, we go further down (there's an eatery of some sort down by the beach, where there are more people). One girl is ecstatic, prophetic. She says to match the hum of the waves, and hits the same pitch as the ambient noise. I'm not sure whether it's the machinery around trying to protect us making the sound or what. But we do, we all sing. Whales start to come out of the ocean, jumping over us and landing on the beach. They dig in, dedicated to protecting us. The prophet also says to use the "crab creatures, with hidden claws." An older couple takes the focus of the dream. They had been there as one of the main parties at the banquet. They start to quarrel and joke with each other, getting increasingly aggressive. The man hits the woman, who blocks it with her CRAB CLAWS. She retaliates and the man starts showing different parts of crustacean armor coming out underneath his clothes. The whole of the earth is coming out, uniting. These are all the secrets that it has to hide, the information that we had hitherto neglected to explore. We are united. I feel amazing; I have given myself selflessly over to the cohesive movement of love and protection. I'm braced against the stairs, waiting for the waves to come, and I start to read a piece of paper in my hands. As I do, it materializes into a poem. There are couplets, with slant rhymes. God, I wish I had made a point to remember it. The dream ends. I am optimistic.

I came straight here to write it down. There was also the "journey to mars" one, which was reminiscent of a different dream I had had earlier. A crew is on a mission to mars, when they start to realize they won't be able to make it back to earth. Apollo 13 style. A supernatural intelligence takes over their onboard computer, broadcasting her voice through the speakers. "You will not be able to make it back." But the crew is unconvinced; they have enough fuel, they should be able to rocket around the back side of mars, and use the gravity to come back into earth's orbit. She makes a great display on the ship's computers, explaining the real nature of the universe. One stubborn member is still unconvinced. She says, "How about this." His eyes widen. She has entered into his consciousness. She explains that our sun, along with the different stars we observe, all really funnel their energy into a massive supersun. They are connected by huge swirling pillars of fire, some different colors that we cannot see. She reveals different wonders of the universe to him, its true architecture. The only way that they will be able to make it back home, she says, is if they embark on a voyage of love, exploring the different planets of the solar system (or galaxy) and spreading love and genuine compassion to them. The success of their journey is to be tracked real-time on billboards marketing the movie back on earth. If the title changes to "voyage of love" by the release date, then they will have made it. I see this billboard driving while I'm on the freeway, on the way to another dream. (This is really reminiscent of a series of dreams I had awhile ago, where I was journeying through space. The first one with these elements was especially amazing, as I went to Jupiter's moons and swam around in the water. Everything was otherworldly and incredible; I could enter the atmospheres of the different planets as I so chose. Spreading the love around.) This dream also happened chronologically before the waves dream, lending the whole struggle a pervasive feeling of universality.

There was also a sexy yoga time dream, where we balanced on little kickboards in the water and tried to do breathing exercises. A river setting. Not much importance to this dream I think, other than the fact that it was sexual and opened up the idea that physical contact is OK. (Since I'm a completionist, too, there was an image of sneaking into my friend Steven's house back home. He did something to the pulleys to make the garage door close very quietly, but when we got back in his parents were very happy to see me.)

WOW REALLY COOL NIGHT I LOVE SLEEPING IN