1. I have joined their relationship (a man and woman) in an idyllic haste. I want to be one with their world. It's so sunny and nice, so I try to put it behind me that they are really too-hippy for me when it comes down to it. They show me their house. They have a child I never meet, a tarantula, another, skinnier spider, and a snake. I sleep over one night, and then the next I get shy about the spiders. I ask if we can put them in their tanks just for over-night. I'm having a hard time catching the tarantula, and I feel bad and anxious because I'm nervous that I'm hurting it. I consider how I've pet it before.
2. We ride our bikes away from the house. Going down Harrison, I veer off by Foote Street where there is now a huge park. Scattered about the park are instrumentalists. I happen upon an upright bass, and start playing.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
1. Family vacation 2. Spa with Brooke 3. Bridge Machine Nightmare 4. School
1. Flashback to a family vacation I've never had where a big sister is covered in a mud wrap or seaweed wrap on her abdomen and trunk. Little brother keeps splashing her ("Stop it!") and diluting her wrap before it is to come off. There are huge tropical plants overshadowing the dark wood decking where the soaking tubs are inlaid. Mom and Dad are in love again and not paying attention to brother and sister, which, ultimately, is a good thing.
2. Brooke Stepp is giving me advice at the outdoor spa. We've been soaking together and in our own sea weed type wraps. (These kind are supposed to stay underwater.) I know that the next part of the routine is to eat/drink this thick fruit shake. (Is it fermented? Tastes really bland and starchy.) Brooke tells me that the spa attendants hold the cup for you so you can remain with your whole body submerged. She says you can also have a little to eat like tuna or cod; she likes cod better because it is a little sweet. I realize it's raw fish she's discussing, and then envision a whole sushi bar. I start to really get behind the idea of chopsticks.
3. Nightmare in which I probably die. I am driving a van on a bridge. It feels like Vancouver, B.C., but it also feels like Tacoma, Wa. I look to the side of the road and I see an alarming feature: a building that has a large glass tank filled with tires. Above the tires is a yellow accordion pump (huge: 20-30' tall) pushing down into the tank. Above the pump is a filter that is a chimney type thing and there are thin, but yet still black billowing clouds coming from it. A sign says: "We are willing to melt your old tires but this device does emit greenhouse gasses." I continue driving and look ahead and suddenly that the tire recyclery has become a VEHICLE and is right in front of me. I am nervous that it is very combustible. The bridge starts to shake and falls apart. I get tossed around the van and I wonder if I should try opening the door in mid air. Directions pop up into my field of vision as if I'm watching a computer screen but they are not encouraging. I panic. I fear that once I'm in the water, there will be pieces of the bridge and other vehicles still hitting the water and perhaps me. I wake up still in a panic, too hot, and resolved to carry a hammer with me to break out of whatever car I'm in. I'm still trying to figure out how to escape, awake. I consider that all of the pieces of the bridge will probably fall somewhat in the shape of the bridge- a line, and a van won't fall any faster than the pieces of the bridge. But I'm pretty convinced I've died in the dream. I tell Isaac that dying isn't any worse than my worst menstrual cramps, or kidney stones, right?
4. T Spells is teaching the class I want to be in for spring quarter. It's about sculpting characters. Again, all dudes in my class.
2. Brooke Stepp is giving me advice at the outdoor spa. We've been soaking together and in our own sea weed type wraps. (These kind are supposed to stay underwater.) I know that the next part of the routine is to eat/drink this thick fruit shake. (Is it fermented? Tastes really bland and starchy.) Brooke tells me that the spa attendants hold the cup for you so you can remain with your whole body submerged. She says you can also have a little to eat like tuna or cod; she likes cod better because it is a little sweet. I realize it's raw fish she's discussing, and then envision a whole sushi bar. I start to really get behind the idea of chopsticks.
3. Nightmare in which I probably die. I am driving a van on a bridge. It feels like Vancouver, B.C., but it also feels like Tacoma, Wa. I look to the side of the road and I see an alarming feature: a building that has a large glass tank filled with tires. Above the tires is a yellow accordion pump (huge: 20-30' tall) pushing down into the tank. Above the pump is a filter that is a chimney type thing and there are thin, but yet still black billowing clouds coming from it. A sign says: "We are willing to melt your old tires but this device does emit greenhouse gasses." I continue driving and look ahead and suddenly that the tire recyclery has become a VEHICLE and is right in front of me. I am nervous that it is very combustible. The bridge starts to shake and falls apart. I get tossed around the van and I wonder if I should try opening the door in mid air. Directions pop up into my field of vision as if I'm watching a computer screen but they are not encouraging. I panic. I fear that once I'm in the water, there will be pieces of the bridge and other vehicles still hitting the water and perhaps me. I wake up still in a panic, too hot, and resolved to carry a hammer with me to break out of whatever car I'm in. I'm still trying to figure out how to escape, awake. I consider that all of the pieces of the bridge will probably fall somewhat in the shape of the bridge- a line, and a van won't fall any faster than the pieces of the bridge. But I'm pretty convinced I've died in the dream. I tell Isaac that dying isn't any worse than my worst menstrual cramps, or kidney stones, right?
4. T Spells is teaching the class I want to be in for spring quarter. It's about sculpting characters. Again, all dudes in my class.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
1. Dinner date 2. The unconsummated affair in the Chinese house 3. Rest Stops
1. I'm housesitting for my mother who suddenly has a very palatial house. She calls on the phone to say that she'll be a little late. I'm throwing a dinner party, and only one guest has shown up: an authority figure I know from real life. He is kind, and all of a sudden is carnally direct with me. He has a sweet smile as he suggests extremely naughty things. They sound like good ideas and I'm confident that the walk will be as good as the talk. More guests start to arrive, but this man doesn't disappear into the crowd; he is always close. We are held together by our sexy secret.
2. A. C and I have plans to meet and when I show up at his house we end up chasing a rabbit around. He has just bought a house and moved in with his new girlfriend, but she's not home yet. I notice how happy he is to see me, and I feel the same way. His house is totally bizarre and ends up connecting to my house, even though my house is miles away. She gets home and we realize suddenly how not appropriate it will seem to her that I'm there and I hide. I go down one of the white hallways and slide underneath a stairwell. Under the regular stairs, there are tiny, tiny rounded pink stairs that almost look like a ramp. The detailing in the house is somehow Chinese. There are lots of engraved botanicals and jade as detailing. There are small rooms that seem to have no purpose, but they are beautiful. The house is under partial remodel. Whatever is being remodeled isn't destroyed, it's just covering up what is so ornate and creative and beautiful. When they stop yelling, I get out of my hiding spot and walk back to my house, but, because my house is attached, I never actually put on shoes to leave.
***REAL LIFE: Isaac now wakes me up with his paw on my face. I feed him. Go back to sleep***
B. We had made plans to meet again around 11:45 pm when he would be sure that she was asleep. I had brought my bright orange tent and a sleeping bag so we could hang out not in the house, and not outside either (though the weather was nice that evening.) I walked by and saw his form get up from bed through the window, he's wearing a white robe. I see a second white robe rise. She looks out the window, and immediately sees me. The sky was a night sky, but when she looks out at me, the sky is bright as day, and I stick out very obviously. They begin to yell again. I am trying to watch without further being seen. He holds her and I go back home.
3. A and I pick up Jamy from her trip. She had been camping. We were in the cab of a truck, and Jamy seemed to be surrounded by a long stream of paper that wrapped all around her and got in the way of me seeing the road. But A was driving, so it was fine. She was talking about still being high on mushrooms. "It will probably only last another hour" she says. We stop at a rest stop.
2. A. C and I have plans to meet and when I show up at his house we end up chasing a rabbit around. He has just bought a house and moved in with his new girlfriend, but she's not home yet. I notice how happy he is to see me, and I feel the same way. His house is totally bizarre and ends up connecting to my house, even though my house is miles away. She gets home and we realize suddenly how not appropriate it will seem to her that I'm there and I hide. I go down one of the white hallways and slide underneath a stairwell. Under the regular stairs, there are tiny, tiny rounded pink stairs that almost look like a ramp. The detailing in the house is somehow Chinese. There are lots of engraved botanicals and jade as detailing. There are small rooms that seem to have no purpose, but they are beautiful. The house is under partial remodel. Whatever is being remodeled isn't destroyed, it's just covering up what is so ornate and creative and beautiful. When they stop yelling, I get out of my hiding spot and walk back to my house, but, because my house is attached, I never actually put on shoes to leave.
***REAL LIFE: Isaac now wakes me up with his paw on my face. I feed him. Go back to sleep***
B. We had made plans to meet again around 11:45 pm when he would be sure that she was asleep. I had brought my bright orange tent and a sleeping bag so we could hang out not in the house, and not outside either (though the weather was nice that evening.) I walked by and saw his form get up from bed through the window, he's wearing a white robe. I see a second white robe rise. She looks out the window, and immediately sees me. The sky was a night sky, but when she looks out at me, the sky is bright as day, and I stick out very obviously. They begin to yell again. I am trying to watch without further being seen. He holds her and I go back home.
3. A and I pick up Jamy from her trip. She had been camping. We were in the cab of a truck, and Jamy seemed to be surrounded by a long stream of paper that wrapped all around her and got in the way of me seeing the road. But A was driving, so it was fine. She was talking about still being high on mushrooms. "It will probably only last another hour" she says. We stop at a rest stop.
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