joeseph

the night before last i had a dream about a man who had been attacked by a bear. his hands were mauled, so he underwent a surgery where all his fingers were chopped off, but the bones in his palms were separated so he had four proto-fingers which he could wield with some success. the tendons in his forearms were wooden, and he moved like he was a puppet.

someone is skiing with their girl, and i look behind me. there is a polar bear, cool as a cucumber with scarf and sunglasses, skiing right behind. IS THAT A FUCKING BEAR?!?


last night i had a dream which was more of a revisiting than anything. in a setting which i felt very familiar with, even the plot of the dream. we were in this garage, a bunch of kids, some young girls, a big beefy dude who must've been 7 foot tall and crazy muscled, some punkish boys. we went outside the garage and the boys tried to ride their BMX through the open space in a fence. it didn't work. we went back to the garage and i jumped on the big guy's back while he squatted me. "OK, my turn." i turn around and he climbs on my back, i can't really do it successfully. maybe one or two reps before i fall backwards. i turn around and it was just a little girl on my back, who must've been at least 70 pounds lighter than me :O......

earlier in the week i had cool vivid dreams, and i remember making a point to write it down WHILE DREAMING, so i woke up and wrote it out longhand, as well as drawing pictures of the most vivid images. really solid practice.