I had a dream a while ago that in front of me was a massive fucking spider in the middle of a web. It didn't feel like a nightmare and I was thinking to myself how the hell I was going to get past it as it was blocking my way. Just then I woke up and as I opened my eyes and my blurry vision cleared I noticed a tiny spider on its thread hanging about six inches from my face. (insert spooky tune here)

so I had a real fucked up one just now.

I am at some airport fucking around on a computer waiting for a plane and I read on this very forum that a certain forum member had died. It's someone I have had very few dealing with so that's very strange....I won't say who cuz it's weird and I don't get it....so that turns into my parents, my wife and I inside a 717 together...my dad at the controls, my mom in the first officer's position and my wife and I in the jump seats in the cockpit.
We take off, off some water...the airport was a water airport, planes all floating. Anyway, we all know my dad does not know how to fly a plane but we say fuck it and take off....he's doing an ok job, we land a few times and drive the airplane on different side streets and highways and take back off....we buzz Chicago at some point, we were looking for o'hare....we make it to O'hare which was another water airport and land. I remember the plane was spossed to be in D.C. and I felt like we'd get in trouble for taking it and leaving it at o'hare but we said fuck it. We were all in a jovial mood, next thing I am in D.C. with someone I know, not sure who as they were in the shadows the whole time but I park my car in some lot. I know I shouldn't cuz it's a fucked up area but I do anyway, later I go back and homeless people are like zombies everywhere following me growling and shit...I stop and yell at them to leave me be because I am broke as well, I know how it goes...they leave. Turns out my car is not there, it's stolen. I call and tell the cops I parked on '5th and wired' and they laugh and say they don't go there.

that's one helluva dream there

just woke up from a dream that i was in hawaii... hawaii was a landlocked state sort of spliced into california and it totally sucked - the beaches were all muddy and the water was brown - it looked like tourist altamont - all of these huge dirty fat people eating state fair food.

i was not stoked... eventually i went into some corrugated tin shack thing to get drunk - they had a weird game set up inside where there were several speakers connected to several push-button mixers. each speaker contained one track of one song (some fake song by roth-era van halen that i sleep-composed) and the focus of the game was to hit the buttons at the correct point in the song, bringing up the appropriate bit of the track, creating a cohesive song... it was difficult and dark and the soundman guy kept leering and drinking beer. also, both my laptop battery and my grandma were dying.

fakey dirtbag dream hawaii just sucked. halen's still cool though.

Last week, I dreamt that I was back on my parents' farm. I went into the barn for some reason, and was attacked by an abnormally large, tailless opossum. As I ran from it, out into the yard, I found that I kept stepping in aborted opossum fetuses. The mama (at least I'm assuming that it was the mama) followed me through each pile, getting covered in the blood in the process until I was on my parents' front porch and the opossum was completely red. It stopped, looked away from me, and began screeching at the sky.
While it was distracted, I bound into the house, only to find I was in my current bedroom. Greg Kinnear (I have absolutely no fucking idea what he was doing there) was sitting on my floor, drinking a beer, and going through my record collection. Everytime he stumbled upon records I hate (embarassing to own, the record shops won't even take them for trade-in, stuck with for life, or at least until I need coasters), he would pick it up and say "Oh, man, this is a great album". Ofcourse, I would say "What the fuck are you talking about?", whereupon he would hand me the record, and as soon as it touched my hand it would turn into some rare, out of print looking jazz or R&B record.
I woke up, looked a my alarm clock (about 20 minutes early) and couldn't do anything but wonder "What the fuck was that!?" all the way through the day.
I'm still fucking wondering.

Marsupialized wrote:so I had a real fucked up one just now.

I am at some airport fucking around on a computer waiting for a plane and I read on this very forum that a certain forum member had died. It's someone I have had very few dealing with so that's very strange....I won't say who cuz it's weird and I don't get it....

was it me?

none of you are even from california. wtf.

Last night I dreamt I had gone to a Smog show with my brother that was in the upstairs of a bar. It was a handful of people sitting at tables with Mr. Callahan no more than ten feet away. The first song kicks in and all of a sudden I find myself randomly teleported back home. I freak out because, obviously, Smog's playing and I really want to see him. I run around the city trying to find the bar because for some reason I can't remember where it is. I eventually return home defeated and upon looking across the street from my apartment (for some reason I don't know what my apartment looks like btw, even though i'm standing in it) I notice the bar! It's right across the road! wtf!?

I run across, get upstairs and my lecturer from college (who's admittedly quite cool) is now at one of the tables. The last song or two is being played and all of a sudden my lecturer gets up and walks over to Mr. Callahan, guitar in hand - despite there being no guitar around when I walked in. They play a couple of songs with some other girl (who also has a guitar) and the dream ends.




I don't own any Bill Callahan records.

I was running through sand dune terrain with a beast that had giant red wings. We were being chased and they were close behind.
I saw a ladder and me and big red winged beast guyslid down it.
The ladder was yellow.
When we got to the bottom, it was giant pool surrounded by huge concrete block walls. I jumped in the pool and dived down deep.
My conscouisness shifted to beast man and I spotted a door that was metal and had grating on it, like the Airconditioning vent type.
I went through it and my wings kept getting caught on the walls, I was trying to sdave some kids that were trapped but the bad guys were close behind, so I extended skyward on my bionic like legs and held onto the ceiling then retracted my legs from the floor.
The bad guys grabbed the children and left.

This dream made for some serious thinking on the way to work this morning.