Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Saturday, July 23rd

I. Fragment – Campus Pole Jumping

Early in the night I dreamt something about walking around my campus with S.A and somebody else. I had invented a game where I would locate places where there were traffic poles close together and jump from one to the other.

II. I Don’t Even Know What to Call This One…

I believe the premise of the dream is that the world is ending. Once you get onto a main road you are blasted by gusts of wind, sandstorms, and giant mobs. Cars, busses, and pedestrians battle their way through the chaos. The dream takes place in Wilmington, I can tell because at the end I am trying to get to the beach. Mankind, or at least the entire Wilmington population, is reacting to the world’s end by having a constant party. Almost everywhere I go in the dream I encounter large crowds of belligerents.

The first thing I remember in the dream is being at somebody else’s house. Something very odd is happening with a rather futuristic looking stereo. All of a sudden S.R shows up. When I see her I have something bulky in my hands, maybe a guitar, so I do not give her a proper hug. She tells me that I look sexy?

I’m not sure exactly where this happens in the dream but I’ll put it here. We are standing on a pier that drops at least 30 feet into the ocean. I look up and see K.S driving a large blue pickup truck with stripes on it, laughing, directly at me and gaining speed. As it’s about to hit me I leap up onto the hood, which K.S says is the “right thing to do.” However, instead of stopping he speeds right through the railing at the edge of the pier and plunges into the ocean. I end up sitting on the bottom and narrowly avoid being crushed by the truck’s body. A few moments later I have to dodge a tire as well. I start to swim for the surface, taking long even strokes to try and conserve my energy. I can breathe underwater so this is unnecessary but this doesn’t quite register to me. I reach the surface and somehow K.S and I end up back on the pier. We are talking about what just happened and S.R cuddles me as I lie down on the wooden planks. She has been in the water too for some reason, her hair is wet.

There’s another scene that I can’t place on a timeline or even remember that well. We are standing on some flimsy wooden structure looking at a torrent of water below. Some prank is being pulled on somebody and there’s a humorous tone but I suddenly see a figure with a ghost-like presence. It is a black woman dressed in colonial period clothing with a large basket looking very grim. I turn and walk away from the place saying “I don’t like it here. This is a bad place.” Whoever is with me asks what I mean and I say “It’s a bad place in history.” (Moving to the South to go to college, this is a vibe I get from a lot of places.)

A short while later I am indoors somewhere and on a large television screen watching a replay of some other person going through the same thing I did. Apparently all these are filmed for a show. The person I’m watching, though, isn’t so lucky. He is tagged head on by the truck and both of them go careening over the side.

S.R and I walk around outside for a time observing the ubiquitous ongoing partying and eventually we get back to my house. However it’s not the same at all. It is very large and furnished nicely inside. I believe there may be an extra floor to the house as well. As I climb the stairs to my room there are people standing in the hallway, evidently guarding my door. By the time I open my door I am curious and somewhat worried as to what’s going on inside.

I find two people on my bed. One of them is P.S, the other is a dude who I believe I know but can’t remember now. I am silent for a moment, then point at P.S and exclaim “Okay…that is fucked up.” I start making a whole bunch of quips at them, all of which revolve around the fact that I want them out, immediately. For some reason they just sit there for awhile (P.S at one point says “I’m shy about this kind of stuff” “No you’re obviously not!” I answer). Finally they leave and from downstairs I hear S.B say “Were you doing something messed up?” A.L (her boyfriend) yells “No she wasn’t!” in some kind of denial. I shout down the stairs that she indeed was and I’ve just witnessed it. However I finally have my room to myself with S.R now so I retire there.

But, when I shut the door again there are 2 more people in the room and they refuse to leave no matter what I say. I’m being somewhat nice about it but I’m still becoming irritated. I finally abandon the situation and go downstairs to talk to my roommates. On the way back down the stairs I see P.S standing there, and without stopping I quickly mutter "That'sfuckedup" again and keep going by.

I get to the kitchen, which has large windows that are letting in lots of sunlight and nice cabinets with a granite countertop in the middle of the kitchen floor. A.L tells me that they’ve just won a bunch of games of beer pong, and as he does this his face undergoes noticeable, strange distortions and briefly changes color. He's upset about many things, I know, and I can certainly relate. However, at this point I become very obnoxious. “WOW!” I yell, annoyingly sarcastic and contemptuous, “These guys just won! They threw a ball in a cup and drank a whole lot of BEER! They DRANK A LOT!!!” S.B motions to me and tells me to quiet down and I say “It’s okay S.B, we’re DREAMING!” (This is the weird part, I hadn’t been aware that I knew that. I had no moment of realization, no slamming into my head, all of a sudden I just knew it. The dream was amazingly vivid throughout in either case.) S.B says “ohhh” and suddenly he looks extremely solemn. I look over at A.L to see if he is reacting the same way but I wake up.

I fall back into the same dream not too long after.

It is now night time, I am in my backyard with my dad. I've lost lucidity. My mom has uncharacteristically joined the ongoing party. S.B and R.M are tripping acid. S.R is gone. My dad is sitting and looking very unhappy. I finally approach him and ask him if he wants to go to the beach. At first he declines but then decides he might as well join. I go into the house and start making preparations. S.B asks if he and R.M can go. I am reluctant because my dad is with me and they’re tripping, but I accept anyway (I know how much fun tripping on the beach is.)

As we are leaving there is a conversation going on about some movie poster that is hanging on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. The movie it advertises does not exist, nor do any of the people in it. However, B.R is giving a rather detailed and lengthy explanation of that group, apparently it’s a famous group that makes a lot of movies together. I wish I could remember anything he said because the ideas seemed good, I just didn’t realize until I woke up that it was all unconsciously made up by me.

When the whole crowd is ready it is again daytime. This part is difficult to explain. We will have to take a golf cart to the beach and we will also need a tail gunner. There is a large elderly mob on the street that apparently will swallow us up if we try to drive anywhere unguarded. I take charge of the situation. “You two,” I say to our two psychonauts, “get in the back and don’t say a fucking word.” They get in a little compartment in the back of the cart. “M.C.C,” I say to her, who is suddenly now with us, “make yourself comfortable.” She takes the front passenger seat. I am driving the cart, however I am sitting behind her as I do this. The seating position ends up making no sense. The tail gunner, who I have to assume is my dad, somehow ends up behind the backseat. Oh well.

We have it timed out that he will start firing as soon as I hit the gas and leave the driveway. I see the group in the street, they are marching in formation wearing purple robes. I finally peel out and start driving as fast as the cart will go (which is not very fast) and dad starts mowing all the people behind us down. However, this is not the only mob of people nor the only obstacle to be encountered.

We come to the intersection of the busy road and see the ridiculous, anarchistic scene described at the beginning of this entry. I am trying to take a right turn but there are so many cars and people coming that we must sit there for quite awhile before I speed out into the road. Every once in awhile we are blasted by sand and wind and I must constantly dodge cars and people in the golf cart.

The last thing I remember before I wake up is that I have found a straight, paved strip of pavement down the middle of the street. I stick to that and speed forward. On my left there are huge busses passing by with passengers that I intuitively know have come from the beach. There are various warnings running in electronic letters across the bodies of the busses. They say to turn back now and avoid the suffering that I am sure to encounter. I wake up, wishing we could have made it to the beach and seen whatever was going on there.

If you've read this entire thing, which I don't see why you would, you've just seen the most recall I've ever had from a single dream.

Friday, July 22nd

I. Lucid #14 – Still Afraid

My first memory of the dream is being held in a captive type situation. I am with two other people who are familiar to me but upon wakening I’ve forgotten who they are. We are sitting on the ground and (this is a stretch) I believe it is some type of deformed humanoid figure that is lecturing us. I look to my left and there is a mound of earth with a path on the other side of it. I recognize myself as being somewhere in the woods behind my house and I see the dirt path separating the houses from the woods. Unlike physical reality, the path still has not been paved over.

Our captor mentions something about there being a lack of ways to escape, and as these words pass through his mouth and before I even realize what I am doing I have jumped to my feet and bounded over the mound of earth. I take a left and start tearing down the path as fast as I can, leaving my two fellow captives.

At this point I start having déjà-vu. I have run down this path before and I have hidden somewhere on the right side – I find the spot where I’ve hidden before and can see my own footprints there. I go to return to this spot but I have trouble climbing up the bank on the side of the path for some reason. I decide I must continue running.

A combination of the déjà-vu and the wild, irrational fear I’m experiencing causes me to realize that I am dreaming. However, this does not make me stop being so afraid. Now fully lucid, I see a wooden shelter at the end of the path, which I intuitively know means safety. As I run down the gravel and wood boardwalk up to the bottom entrance the dream begins slipping away from me. While still running, I attempt to stabilize the dream. I yell “Increase lucididty!” and for once this actually works, my vision jerks back into focus. I look at my feet, my hands, and begin clapping them as well. “Increase lucidity!” I shout again, however this time the words get lost in the fog as the dream dissolves with me just feet away from the door.

II. Lightning Storm

I am with someone familiar, and I am allowing a 3rd person to stay the night in my parents’ house. As I am showing them the accommodations I begin to notice that for some reason the entire upstairs has no walls or ceiling, only screens with several large holes in them rendering it useless. There is also a very intense lightning storm approaching which makes our current location a bad place to be.

The wind whips through the screen and threatens to knock us all over. We retreat to the lower level of the house where I soon receive news that somebody’s pet rabbit has just been killed by the storm. This makes me very upset.

This rabbit is normal in every way except for its ears, which look more like bat wings.

The next day B (and maybe her boyfriend K.S but I’m not positive) come to the house to survey the situation. For some reason B is topless when she arrives. After coming back inside after seeing the rabbit though she has a black sweatshirt with white writing on it. She says that the rabbit has actually survived but would not come with her when she tried to pick it up because it didn’t “want no sympathy.” She says this in a joking personification of the rabbit’s attitude. Nonetheless she has called a doctor for it.

For some reason I am still upset and she remedies this as well by singing Bob Marley’s “Jammin’” at me. For some reason this greatly improves my mood and I join her, making drum sounds with my mouth. I look inside the refrigerator for something and as I bend over I grind against her, only half seriously. She says “okay we’ve taken this too far.”

My notes say there’s another little side-plot to this dream but I hardly remember a thing about it. There are several different plays that J.S will judge to see which ones he wants to use in some thing he has going on. He proclaims the winner to be some people’s theatrical version of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”

Haven't posted in awhile. First came a few dreams in a row that were abnormally personal. Then came a complete lapse in recall that was days long. Trying to get recall back up in the next few weeks.

Wednesday, July 20th

Fragments

There are 2 moments I remember from last night, both in the same dream. The first is being in a restaurant with a group of people. I don’t remember who they are. We are in a booth in the middle section of the place, behind me is a very nice dining room that is lit more dimly, has a carpet and nice tablecloths. From my perspective I can’t tell what the other room looks like but I know there is one opposite the dining room. Someone I’m with asks a passing waiter where the bathroom is. I blurt out “in the dining room,” but the waiter simultaneously is saying that there’s one in this middle section, the very room we’re in. One personal lesson for this dream – stop answering questions directed at other people!
The other fragment is being in the upstairs bathroom of the house I grew up in. My mother is trying to get in and use the bathroom but I’m taking a long time. This is because I am cooking refried beans in the sink and then covering the inside of it with a layer of black paint. However, I am trying to get the paint back off before I let her enter. This is proving difficult as the paint has mostly dried on.

Wednesday, July 13th

I. Apocryphal

I remember little about this dream but the theme seemed to be that I was attempting to separate my apocryphal beliefs and also the ideas that I've absorbed from others from the "real" ones.

The only events I remember are seeing D.N at my house on his way to class, looking extremely intoxicated. This happened twice.
There were also two fireworks displays I was at.

Monday, July 11th

This is what my notebook said when I woke up. Couldn't connect it to images though...

"Dystopia. Every movement causes suspicions in others. Intersection. Meeting them somewhere I get in a car with a family. They turn around at the stoplight and I'm just sitting there."

Sunday, July 10th

I. Hostel

Most of this dream takes place in a hostel type building. There was a lot of turnover - every time I would leave a room and come back the beds are made differently and there's someone else's stuff there. It looks a bit like a terminal at an airport - several separate rooms but no walls to divide them. I am there to stay while I do whatever job I am there to do. Feel like it may have been a gig.

I have the notion that I was creating some mischief around the place with a friend of mine but this all escapes me now. I remember being on some futuristic looking telephonic device with somebody and hiding the device under somebody's clothes in the middle of a conversation. I am not sure what the reason or motive for it was.

Saturday, July 9

I. Lucid #13 – I Brought This Hand to Your House

The first memory I have of this dream is being in the passenger’s seat of a convertible that A.J.R is driving. I pop a zit and watch in the rearview mirror as a huge amount of stuff comes out. It looks like a soft-serve ice cream cone. We are on our way to stay with someone at their house. I do not know them or recognize them when we meet them later in the dream.

More things happen which I do not remember now.

I then remember sitting in their living room. The couches that A.J.R, S.B and I are sitting on are red. A.J.R picks up a magazine and opens it to find that it’s full of ants. This doesn’t bother him though, he goes on to observe that they have chewed a hole through the middle of the whole magazine. He sticks his finger in it although we tell him that’s probably a bad idea. The ants also are growing larger, they are suddenly a little more than half a hand’s length long. He flicks one of them onto the table and S.B kills it. This greatly upsets A.J.R. He yells and disappears suddenly, leaving the floor covered in these large teardrop-shaped gold or lighted objects. The owner of the house comes in and gives us a dirty look. I say “well, I guess we’re cleaning these up then.”

I close my computer, which to that moment I don’t remember having in front of me, and I place it on the footrest in front of me to find that my computer is already there. The one I put down has two stickers and the one sitting in front of me has three.

I start questioning reality as I’m looking at this, and as I ponder it I am suddenly in a completely different place. There is a blond girl next to me I haven’t met. I am in a place with a stone and walls, and I think it has a ceiling yet I am still looking up at the sky. I look down at my hands, and I can’t really explain the problem but I notice something wrong. I think I may have even had an extra hand. I start figuring this out loud to the girl.

“I had this hand with me when I got here, and this hand I brought to your house…” I pause for a second, looking at her and then say “we are in a dream right now!” I ask her some question, something like “do you know what this means?” I look at her for a moment as she stutters and babbles nonsense. I leave her and start walking around the room, stabilizing the dream. I’m not sure exactly how long this lasts, anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute and a half. I look at my feet and jump into the air, feeling the dream’s gravity.

The moment I had start running around doing all this, B.R my guitar professor walks in from the distance (the outsides of the room are completely dark) and comes slowly across my field of view, getting closer and closer to me. He gives me this strange smile, almost like he was daring me to talk to him. I don’t, I think I may have been afraid to because of how many weird dreams I’ve had recently about playing guitar with him in them.

I stabilize this dream pretty well, however I am still unable to bring myself fully into a dream and gain control of what I think and do. I still lack a specific plan or goal to accomplish in a dream, so as soon as I become lucid my thoughts race and I just run around, preoccupied with racing thoughts that I have to DO STUFF! Since there’s nothing around me except B.R whom I stupidly ignore, I run back up to the girl and try to kiss her, but this makes her mad. After a moment she has disappeared and another appears. I ask her nicely and she obliges. The act of closing my eyes is what ends the dream, I black out briefly and wake up.

Friday, July 8th

I. Music Dream Fragment

I dreamt of playing music again, it may have been another theater type thing. All I remember about the performance is the act of playing itself. I am backstage and changing clothes for some reason. My nudity feels weird and somebody comes in the door behind me causing me to cover myself with some large medieval looking fur. A.J.R comes in and congratulates E.G. Either part or all of the dream took place in a castle or mansion of some kind, I remember large and decorated hallways.

I need to get my recall back up.

Thursday, July 7th

I. First Actual Experience With Vibration State

Went to bed 11:30, woke up at 5 trying to do a regular WBTB. I decided to do something I wouldn’t want to deal with when I woke up. I cleaned the kitchen. This took about a half hour. My goal was to fall back asleep normally. I stayed awake too long and/or got too much light for that.

I tried lying still for awhile but was feeling exactly the same after another half hour. After relaxing thoroughly I lay back down and closed my eyes to listen to music and wait for morning.

Music helped me let go a lot more than binaural beats or even silence. First of all I didn’t have to wear headphones, and second I have found every binaural beat I’ve ever listened to extremely creepy. If it’s completely silent then I am distracted by even the tiniest noises. Music worked perfectly, however it may have prevented me from falling asleep later.

While listening I began meditating briefly on each chakra point. After this I did something with my breath where on the inhale I thought of a ball of energy forming at the root chakra and on exhale I thought of this ball shooting up my spinal chord, through every chakra point and out of the top of my head.

I did this only three times and suddenly an actual beam of energy came shooting into my head. This was quite surprising but then I remembered this was actually something I was inadvertently trying to do to myself. I have experienced what I thought was sleep paralysis one time, it was incredibly uncomfortable and I felt like I had stopped breathing, but this was different. This felt like electricity, and it spread out of my head to the rest of my body. It was altogether very pleasant but also quite powerful. Staying relaxed as best as I could, I continued the breathing thing.

The room that I’m sleeping in formed on my closed eyelids as if I was seeing through them. I engaged the vision but this caused my physical eyes to open – and they then became a problem through the rest of this attempt. It was then past 6 a.m and despite there being a blanket on my window there was still enough light coming into the room that it took effort for me to keep my eyes from opening up. I decided I was going to have to move.

I grabbed a shirt, put it over my eyes and lay down. I could still feel my body literally buzzing. The vibrations weren’t hard to get to come back. I wasn’t able to leave my body or form a dream image from this state because of either my eyes, the music or both.

However, some other things happened. At one point, (it could possibly have been the music but) I distinctly heard a voice say something to me in a loud whisper I couldn’t understand. I could still identify the voice as somebody who is in the downstairs of this place sleeping right now. I heard it right near the door, but knew at the time not to acknowledge it. I also felt my body fall asleep a little bit later, experiencing a sleep paralysis that was much nicer than the first one I brought on months ago. Feeling my eyes roll back into my head was peculiar.

They wouldn’t stop moving around and I really could not shift my focus away enough to get anywhere past the vibration state, so I lay there for another hour or so just feeling like a charging battery. It is now 8:40 a.m and I feel like a charged battery.

I was at my old high school. Somebody else told me C.H was drunk, we were somewhere else at night.

Stayed half awake for way too long.

Tuesday, July 5th

I. "Mostly Harmless"

I dreamed that several people I go to music school with and my cousins on my mother’s side were living in my hometown with me. S.A was in a play at Doherty Middle School, and I made a plan to go there with D.L that Thursday night. (We talked about how there was a dinner after the Thursday one and it ended Friday. In the dream I believe it was a Wednesday.) P.J was at somebody’s house that lived across the street from W.P Church. S.B was singing songs about weed in front of my mother, which were later heartily imitated by my cousin A.B.

Monday, July 4th

I. Holorgram Witch-Ghost→ Pizza Box

I will explain this dream as best as I can.

I am sitting in my living room of my house, much like I was shortly before going to sleep last night though I cannot remember if I was drunk in my dream as well. Suddenly M.B comes into the house; he’s apparently just gotten out of work. He has my bottle of whiskey in his hand, which is a little under half full. He upturns it and I’d say about a third of it goes in his mouth, the rest soaks his clothes and the carpet. I get pretty bent out of shape about that.

Flustered and not sure what to do I say “Well, I guess I’m going the fuck to bed then.” As I walk out of the room I see that several of my guitar pedals are set up on the floor, very near the pool where the whiskey has spilled. Wondering if they are now damaged, I go over and pick them up, deciding to take them upstairs with me to prevent further incidents of stupidity. They have some fine mist on them but are not damaged. However, as I pick them up and try to negotiate getting them all into my arms at the same time I’m pretty sure they begin multiplying and popping up in different parts of the room. I think I eventually get to a point where I’m contented and walk upstairs to go to sleep.

The dream jumps completely – suddenly I am on BHI about to head back to my house. The only reason I know this comes afterwards is that I am still pissed off about M.B spilling my whiskey. I am standing on a boardwalk that runs through a very thick forest with a building behind me. As an unknown person is talking to me I suddenly see S.A. She tries to tell me something, but not quite knowing what to do or who to listen to I hold up a finger as if to say ‘one second.’ She walks off and talks to someone else though.

As I am walking down the boardwalk toward what I’m intuitively guessing is the ocean, somebody (female) asks if I’m sad to be leaving. I tell her “I’d much rather be in Wilmington.” At this point everything that has happened so far is completely gone and the dream completely changes; I’m even reluctant to not separate this into 2 dreams but I have a feeling that this was all linear.

I’m suddenly at a children’s play that my sister is directing, or producing, or involved with in some way like that. I am sitting on the floor with her boyfriend waiting for it to start, which seems to take hours. I don’t remember much about it, except that the ending involves this evil hologram witch-ghost. She flies around the room, including into the floor, yelling out death wishes and generally very obscene things. Apparently she can be defeated if you stab her, which is how the play ends.

The dream now takes another jump, and this is the most difficult part for me to understand. I start out in an unfamiliar house, and a bunch of us set off on some quest. I do not remember if I am aware at the time of what the quest is. My memory of this section is pretty shot too; I guess I couldn’t quite deal with how little sense it was making. Either way, our quest ends with an encounter with this same hologram witch-ghost. We are in a large square room, the floor seems to be a white marble type material, and it bears a great resemblance to the room that I.B and I saw my sister's play in but I don’t think it is the same room.

I experience an incredible feeling of déjà-vu. I had thought that there’d been a gun in my backpack, which I look for but cannot find. Suddenly I remember, “oh yeah, she’s got to be stabbed!” I relay this information to everyone around me, still digging in my backpack for something sharp. All I can find is a capo and some screwdrivers, which I decide to use. The first couple screwdrivers I pull out are very small and will not penetrate lethally. The hologram witch ghost has just taken a dive under the floor, and will soon swoop back up to make a strike on me. In the nick of time I find a screwdriver that will be long enough. She flies down in front of me and I plunge the screwdriver downward into her.

Suddenly I’m looking at a pizza box, which I have just stuck a knife into. I still hear the scream though, which escalates greatly as I begin turning the knife around in circles. I look around and I am now back in the kitchen that I set out from. There are many brownie trays full of good looking but unidentifiable food, which I sample for awhile. Walking into another room I see M.B again, but this time I am no longer pissed off about my whiskey.

Sunday, July 3rd

Couldn’t sleep last night until 5 a.m. When I finally did zonk out I was grateful enough just for the void that I remembered absolutely nothing upon waking.

Saturday, July 2nd

Much of my memory of these dreams has faded. I waited too long to write them down; they felt very personally revealing and I was admittedly a bit nervous about it. Weird, weird sexual tensions (which makes sense, as I am a notoriously awkward person and have been single for nearly 2 years, the longest amount of time since middle school, which is beginning to fuck with me a little bit.)

I. Russell’s Land

At some point I (we?) had given directions to 2 girls on how to get downtown. It may have been at this point where my dream memory begins, as we see them outside of an unknown house. There is a picnic table in back. As we are walking by it, my hand brushes against one of the girls’. I do this half accidentally, and to my surprise she actually grasps and holds onto it for a second. I take no further action despite this flagrant nonverbal signal.

When I see them again I am on Wrightsville Ave with A.J.R, playing music on the street. They again ask us how to get there, and I have to struggle to answer them because as I am in a dream it is difficult to think logically. They leave and A.L goes with them. We make plans to meet them down there later but do not follow through as A.J.R and I end up playing all night. Apparently we are playing on “Russell’s land.” I remember very little about Russell other than that he seemed quite rednecky.

As A.J.R and I are playing we see O.P. I do not remember any exchanges that occur here. There is also a strange text conversation between C.H and I, something about a naked picture, which I wouldn’t have the balls to ask for in physical reality. In fact, I think I put my phone back in my pocket before flipping to the text ,which would have had the picture in it.

Next thing I remember is their return, we are inside a house and I see A.L has come back and has a new tattoo. He shows it to me, I believe it is on his left pectoral somewhere. As he shows me this one he reveals others that he’s apparently already gotten. They are small and of strange alien symbols. I tell him this new one is “no more than what you’ve got” which is a clumsy way of trying to say that it’s a good new addition but not bigger or more noticeable than any of the others.

The dream jumps and we may be in the backyard of the same house, but it’s still unfamiliar. There is a conversation between two people about the emotionally involved conversations that occur during heavy inoculation. One of them says “Irish people do that, man…” I then see H.S, who has apparently “made good of a one year promise.” I can’t remember what that means anymore, but I do know he is standing there with a lamp made out of some weird plastic contraption that looks like a muffler that’s currently sitting out in my yard for no good reason. I begin to wake up just as I stare at that lamp and start to wonder “hey, is this a dream…?”

II. Don’t Even Think About It.

I am walking into a movie theater, there were people with me but in the beginning of the dream I do not see them. I have the intuition that we are going to see the new movie Zookeeper, and I am immediately apprehensive about this cause from what I’ve seen that movie looks incredibly stupid. When I find out that it only costs a dollar to get in, I think ‘well, fuck it.’

I next remember being inside the theater. There are a group of middle aged women around me talking in British accents, which for some reason I copy.

During the movie I find out that I’m actually with A.J.R and E.G. While watching it (I remember absolutely nothing that happens on the screen) E.G's face and mine get quite close together but I initiate nothing. Later I see E.G and A.J.R cuddling up. Suddenly he literally picks her up in his arms and throws her at me, insinuating I should do something. She lands next to me and says “don’t even think about it.”

Friday, July 1st

There was an airport.