4/21

Emaciated half-person, half-hedgehog.

4/29

Tiny giraffe, squirrel-height, fed out of my hand.

5/6

Hairless, feral cat, bloodied. I am on trail - immediately suspicious. It tries to attack a younger kitten, then turns into a girl and attacks me. We throw needles at each other (I throw tranquilizer darts, she throws contaminated syringes).

5/[undated]

R. and L. planted heads of lavender in water. When I try it a bunch of ants run down the stem and I immediately drop the stalk before I can pinch off the head. So I put on gloves and grab the flower head again, I think I pull it out but a stream of massive scorpion-like insects pours out and they're moving around on the grass. How come R. and L. can garden and I can't?

5/20

I am living on a hill outdoors - all my stuff outside: bed, dresser . . . W. and then V. decide to gross me out by peeing in the stopped-up sink. I say "That's not the grossest thing I've ever seen, but it's close."

5/22

A. and I are two sandwiches that merge to form the front and hind halves of a cat.

5/23

Room full of Jews laughing at me: I did not know how to turn off my personal microphone after the singing ceremony.

5/27

R. is right-hand man of John Ritter, must go on fruitless food-finding [expeditions] with him. Finally they send an armed guard with him. L. involved [unintelligible].

5/29

M. lives with A.'s family and brother in California "because she's too dangerous to live with other people."

5/29

Polar expedition - scary swimming - faculty: talk more slowly (epiphany) hanging from rope. Swam with A., the coy way.

5/30

I quit MBI, "effective immediately."

6/1

Art of losing deam: on a trip, I lose my glasses, luggage, clothes . . . I try to stop by a mall and buy some blurry clothes. I try to get on the plane home without a ticket.

. . .

What have you been dreaming about?

[UPDATE: No one has responded yet! Selva, if you of all people don't help me out by posting some of your dreams soon, I'm going to have to create a virtual baton and pass it to kidchamp, bhikku, pica, paul, and manuel! You wouldn't make me do that, would you?]

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1. hedgehog?
   
   http://kittenwar.com/kittens/3013/
   — kidchamp    05.06.02, 12:25pm    #
2. Always glad to oblige, luv:
   
   http://www.neonepiphany.com/blog/2005/06/02T161902
   — Selva    05.06.03, 12:35am    #
3. Kidchamp: I like the way “wtf” melts into “aww” after looking at that photo for a couple seconds.
   
   Selva: hooray! My favorite line is “THE GROUND WAS CAKED WITH SALT.”
   
   By the way, I hope no friend is hurt by my failure to pass them the baton. Last five commenters, them’s the (current) rules. . .
   — Miranda    05.06.03, 12:55am    #
4. I am in an RV, driving around with a bunch of strangers. Most of them are hippies. Some kind of secret police are in the car behind us, shining their high beams through our rear window to gather information. Our only defense is to pull down curtains over the rear window—the hippies call them “animal curtains” and they are too narrow to cover most of the window. The hippies get angry and defensive when I point this out. It’s the best they can do.
   — Paul    05.06.03, 12:08pm    #
5. Well, I dreamed all my family were camping on a raft floating around in watery fields, in streets, getting the edge of the raft stuck on kerbs and spinning round off into slow rubbery traffic, with no chance of accident. It was all kind of . . . dreamy.
   But that was one of the good ones. Most go something like – I’m making toast – and it doesn’t quite make properly – but it’s not too bad.
   — bhikku    05.06.03, 2:05pm    #
6. Going to meet R. for a night of carousing. Arrive at his new condo to find no one at home. I let myself in. Very contemporary with walls of glass, I can see into his neighbor’s condos. His neighbors are my IRL neighbors. I turn out most of the lights, and fire up the TV. A while later, there’s jangling at the door. Turns out to be R’s dad, who is very surprised to see me there. Uncomfortable smalltalk. More TV. R. never shows; was I supposed to meet him at the venue?
   — Jim    05.06.05, 12:45pm    #
7. Far out, Jim…
   
   Bhikku – mine too, except for lately (this year or so).
   
   Paul – best dream I’ve heard in a long time. Those poor hippies.
   — Miranda    05.06.05, 11:15pm    #
8. a few nights ago: i am at a spiritual retreat at which each participant is paired with a celebrated jewish scholar. we sit across from each other at concrete chess tables and are given copies of the new york times. we can ask these scholars any questions we like, and all answers will be true and correct – but we can’t speak, we have to construct the questions from letters we snip from the newspapers. the guy next to me immediately cuts his paper into dots and dashes and begins asking questions in morse code. his scholar is deeply impressed and tells him the meaning of life, also in morse code.
   — kidchamp    05.06.06, 12:15pm    #

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