Goat
August 30th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
Our family has a goat and as we are preparing to watch a movie I am sent outside to get it. As I go out to our backyard, I wonder why there is no house for our goat. I try to get it to walk towards me, but it can only take one feeble step before it almost collapses, so I run and catch it and carry it inside. While watching the movie, it lays down on my lap/on the couch like a cat.
Out of Date
August 30th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was at Ariadne’s house, in her parents’ bedroom. Her mother was talking about going to see tomorrow’s fireworks, as it would be July 4th, at around 4:00 in the morning. I was a little confused because I didn’t know anyone lit fireworks at that hour, especially the night before the fourth. Sheila asked us to look at the calendar, which was in a little alcove that doesn’t actually exist near the door to the room, to verify the date and time of the events. Ari and I went to look but only found a bunch of expired calendars – 2004, 2003, and 1998, I think. The pages of the calendars were yellowed.
Three
August 28th, 2005 by Anna Scott; no comments
This is three dreams.
1st: When I was in Cannon Beach a few days ago, I had a dream that Arykah and Joel were both leaving (seperately) for Honduras for a year. I was saying goodbye to Joel when I discovered we had surgically switched torsos.
It was super strange.
2nd: A few nights ago I had a dream that involved me, a boy that doesn’t really exist but had characteristics of my friend Tor and maybe someone else I can’t remember, and an anonymous rapper. This boy was apparently my good friend. I was sitting across from him and having a conversation with him and the rapper when the rapper made a very graphic reference or gesture to me and the boy having sex. This concept, which apparently had never been considered before in the boy and my relationship, made us automatically sick and we got up and ran away and threw up. It wasn’t that we made eachother sick, it was just that our relationship was strictly platonic and we were like brother and sister, I guess. Later we were having a conversation about this occurence (there were other non specific people who I think do exist there too, maybe Ariana and Kris or Lizzie or something) and in the midst of it he kissed my sunglasses.
3rd: Last night I dreamed I was an escapee from a party at Mei Chun’s house. That is, I was there sometimes but the party was distressingly boring and I wasn’t I guess in complete control of my resources because I would find myself outside far away doing strange things, and then realize it and go back in. Laura Judson was in Mei Chun’s bedroom (I just made up her house, I’ve only seen part of it) talking to her on her bed. I guess Joel was also at this party because suddenly we were leaving together, but not before we heard Mei Chun talking about her strong Christian beliefs (I made this up, I have no idea how she religiously affiliates herself). We left and I tried to say a nice goodbye but Joel was being extremely rude; we were not very far from the house when he started to complain loudly about her, “I can’t believe she’s so stupid. What a jerk.” I said “She’s not a jerk,” but he continued complaining and said “I hate her.” I got really angry and ran away yelling “If you say you hate her then you’re being much more of jerk.” He said, “You’re taking this very seriously.” I said “I’m tired.” and collapsed on the grass. He laid down too and we started kissing. The grass turned into a room with red carpet; it was the middle of the night and Evan Bombardier walked through. Then I guess I “fell asleep” and when we woke up there were lots of other people sleeping on the floor, a clock said 9:55 which worried Joel but then we found a real clock which said 6:14. Joel said “phew” and I said “I could’ve told you that.”
The Academy
August 28th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; one comment
We are filing out of a large arena in which I forget what we were doing, into the judges’ room and through a hall, to the bathrooms. There are a couple hundred of us 9-14 year olds dressed in uniform. When we reach the bathrooms, there are eight doors or so, four for each gender. Above each door is a number, presumably the number of people in the bathroom. When I arrive there is already a long line, but I get into the end and start inching forward. In one of the four boys doors, a humpty-dumpty like figure is stuck, and people are trying to pull it (him?) through. All of a sudden, the headmaster arrives and yanks him free, or at least he pulls his top half out of the door. His bottom half, suddenly liberated, prances off alone.
When I get in, I see what is causing the line to move so slowly. Everybody is washing their hands in the few sinks before and after using the bathroom for an unreasonably long amount of time. As a result, almost none of the dozens of urinals are being used. After I relieve myself and go through the same ritual handwashing that everybody else is going through, I sit down at one of the computers in the bathroom. There are rows and rows of them, I choose one in the last row and start typing away. There is somebody sitting two computers away from me, the only other person in my row. There are pieces of paper in little plastic stands ontop of each monitor, but it is too dark to read them. As I am scrunching up my eyes to try to read what it says, the other person in my row takes out a small light and starts reading it, but hurridly places it on top of the monitor between us and acts as if he doesn’t have anything to do with it. Curious, I pick it up to illuminate my paper, but I see what caused the other person to want to get rid of the light, that is the headmaster, who is wandering among the students with his golf club observing. I set it on top of the monitor next to me (not the one I picked it up from). A little kid, probably only 9 or 10 years old, comes along after not too long to sit down at the computer by my side with the light on top of it. As soon as he does, the headmaster spots the light and becomes furious. He runs towards our row and starts yelling at the little kid, “how would you like me to wrap your head in duct tape and beat you with this golf club?!” Timidly, the innocent kid tries to deny posession of the light, but the headmaster won’t listen to him. I realize that I had better keep my mouth shut if I didn’t want to be beaten to death with a golf club, but the real owner of the light stops the headmaster’s raving and quietly confesses. Hearing this, the headmaster takes out his roll of tape, hands it to the guilty kid, and tells him to wrap his head in it. Sobbing, he does so, and is immediately beaten by the headmaster’s 2 or 3 iron when he is done.
Horrified, we all leave the bathrooms and head down the road. I and the kid who almost died walk together behind the headmaster until he starts into a building. I know that we should not go in, so we walk farther down the road. We are surounded by drab, tall-but-not-tall-enough-to-be-exciting buildings. We pass a group of four people, two of which are ben roth and ben hudgeons. I say, “hey bens and two people who I have yet to be introduced to” but my hint goes unnoticed and they walk away chattering to themselves. By now I am alone with the young kid, and we have some unspoken connection having almost died in the same incident.
The next person we approach is more creepy, and he starts talking about magic and about how he can fly if he says some secret spell, but I somehow know that he is a bad kid, so I usher my young friend off frantically. We come to a building no taller than others but with more characher, there are balconies carved out of stone on each window, so I run and jump off a garbadge can and land on the fifth or so story balcony. I tell the kid to do the same, but he can’t so i hang onto the edge with my feet and stretch myself down to the ground to pick him up by swinging and pulling like I am made out of loose elastic. When he is on the balcony with me, we go into the building, which is completely dark and abandoned. I know we have to get away from that creepy kid, but I know that my dream would become unbelievably scary if we go into a pitch black abandoned building, so I feel around until I grab onto my friend’s hand and we climb back out the window. At this point we don’t have much time before that scary kid comes to hurt us, but my young friend tells me that he too knows how to fly, he just has to look up the spell on the internet. I agree, so I let him down by doing my elastic trick and he runs off. Soon, he is back, and I pull him back up to our balcony, and he says to do what he does.
(the following chant is accompanied by extending one’s left arm out fully to one’s left and bending your right arm at the elbow 90 degrees over one’s head and extending one’s fingertips towards the left, then switching every other sylable)
ground can’t touch me
ground can’t kill
watch my soft bellybutton
At this, he lept into the air with extended arms and immediately dropped thirty or so feet before the wind cought his arms and he began to fly. Skeptical but frightened, I did the same and leapt into the air. Sure enough, I too began to fly. Though I wasn’t much higher than when I was on the balcony, I could see beyond the row of drab buildings to a beach with waves 50 feet tall and beyond, a sound, and beyond the water I could see a magnificent city. I realized that we should fly to the city, and I told my young friend and he aggreed.
A few seconds later I felt a warm pang and realized I had woken up, even though I was still in the air. When I opened my eyes, it was gone.
I am such as an English muffin
August 27th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
Adrian had come back which was surprising and exciting. We were making our way through this large house, I think with him simultaneously giving me a haircut and supporting me by my feet as the rest of me extended in front of him, parallel to the floor, jelly-side-down, head up so that I was looking straight ahead. When we got to a certain place in the house, we met up with some relatives (I think of his) and it was time for him to return to school.
My mother was displeased with the haircut and it seemed to have made my hair considerably longer, such that it reached my shoulders (in reality and before the haircut it barely reaches/reached my chin).
(This dream was obviously influenced by the realities of Adrian having just left for college, my having just cut my hair, and Joel, who was at my house, having just talked about plans to cut a friend’s hair.)
At least everything will be alright
August 25th, 2005 by Joel Bombardier; no comments
I am with many people mostly my peers and we are in some outdoor setting. David Kroman, Emma, Tim etc were all there.
It was a nice summer afternoon in some shady (not suspicious) place, and I went to use the privy, except it was an outdoor pit tiolet but there wasnt any enclosure around it so everyone could see you, this didnt bother me based on my previous backpacking experience. I then used the privy. Upon leaving David and some other people were coming down to use the loo, but were talking about how exposed it was and how akward it would be to use it. I think that they took turns using it and making a circle around it so nobody could see in.
we had to leave. So Ariana, Tim, and I got in this taxi and started driving. For some reason I has lots and lots of money. The taxi driver seemed to be confused and started taking us to some obscure place that was not where we wanted to be. So Ikept paying him money and trying to get him to take us to wherever our destination was. Other people had money to but I insisted on paying. Eventually we arrivec.
At some point we all gathered on some field and played this complicated game simmilar to dogeball. There was this expansive field and a white line divinding it into two partitions, along the line there were these coils of green ribbon that we were supposed to throw at each other. However, there were also dozens of balls being hurled around and everyone was trying not to get hit by eitehr of the projectiles. Emma was standing against the dividing line holding a green ribbon spool behind her back (pretending not to have it) and she kept trying to communicate that she was saving it for the right time. Eventually I awoke and tried really hard to fall back asleep and re-enter the dream. Nope.
The Drooping Membranes
August 25th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
All I remember right now is being on a bed with an old, grey, long-haired cat, all the facial mucus membranes of which were drooping because of some age-induced infection. I realized I had to get the poor animal back to its home, in unit 13, before Nosey caught the infection.
Secret Agent Kris/Superhero Kris
August 25th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I am a secret-agent type person who is with a bunch of other secret agents and we’re raiding a huge skyscraper in the middle of the night. We go up in an elevator with our guns and get out in a conference room in which are many old, balding men in suits. I know that this raid has something to do with corporate corruption, but we tell them to give us all of their money. One guy hands me a twenty dollar bill, another hands me a few ones, and another doesn’t cooperate at all, so I try to take his wallet from his pocket but it turns out that he doesn’t actually have pockets, his pants are only made to look like he does. He seems extremely embarressed, and we’re all about ready to go when somebody says that the police are here, and sure enough, three elevators simultaniously open to display six young LAPD officers brandishing their guns. All of us secret agents drop our guns, which makes the police laugh and joke around a bit, so I decide to pick up my gun and start shooting them. All of the agents follow suit, which causes the police to do the same. This shootout I remember very vividly, but the strange thing is that before somebody died they had to be shot dozens of times. I myself was shot quite often but came out unscathed. I don’t think any agents died, but a few of the corporatists in suits were cought in the crossfire and all of the police died. Their deaths became more and more bloody and dramatic towards the end of the fight. I am sent down the elevator to make sure there aren’t any other police outside the building, but as I come to a stop on the ground floor, I see through the glass doors that it is filled with poison gas, which explains why the police officers were wearing gas masks (they weren’t, I just thought this at the time). I take a big breath and when the doors open, I run as fast as I can out the front doors and burst out into the night. There is a black SUV parked right against the front door that must have belonged to the police. I get into it and start to drive away.
When I get about one hundred yards away from the building there is a deafening explosion and I turn around to see that nothing remains of the skyscraper. I then see a dark figure moving around in the flames, so I turn the car around, which has now morphed into an indi-500 type racing car that I know is fireproof, and speed towards the figure. When I get closer, I see he is dressed in bomb-proof clothing (which makes him about twice the size of any normal person) and is throwing bombs at me. Thanks to my excellent driving skills, however, I am not harmed. I try to run him over, but he drops a couple of bombs where he was standing and jumps out of the way, so my car’s fire-protective coating starts to peel away. This goes on for a very long time until finally he drops so many bombs that he is burnt to a crisp and my car is melted to a marshmallowesque consistincy. I get out and sneak away, realizing that I was the only survivor. Before running into a field of grass that happens to be behind a nearby baseball field, I look back and am shocked at the demolished building and the charred courtyard.
I meet my fairy in the grass, and she is very glad to see me alive, and keeps telling me that I have to run farther even though I want to lie down and rest. The grass is actually clearing after clearing that are divided by three-foot long strips of wheat. I am leaving an obvious trail, so when we get to a forest, she tells me to run in. I do, and I meet another friend of mine, who is not human, but more of a green flying childlike frog. We are delighted to see eachother, but I sense that something is not right in the forest, and I sneak ahead. My frog friend carefully sneaks closer to the entrance of the forest and looks out, but is immeadeatly killed, to the horror of me and my fairy. We hurry into the heart of the woods, and I tell my fairy to fly home and tell the other super heros/secret agents that I am in collaboration with to come fight whatever is wrong in the forest.
Before they arrive, though, I am confronted with many fast-growing flowers that secrete a poisonous gas. They try to grow in a sphere around me so that the flower petals block out any ventilation and I am forced to breath their poison, but I break free and jump out over the canopy of the forest and take a large breath of fresh air before diving back in. As I am running through the brambles, the flowers keep trying to overtake me, but each time I barely manage to break free. I can see an evil super hero flying on a large flower petal urging his flowers on, but I know that I can not fight him now, so I keep running. Finally I get to the edge of the woods, and burst out onto the grass. The flowers are forced to stop because they can only move fast in the forest. My nemisis calls out to me that he may not be able to catch me now, but his forest will keep growing, and soon it will take over the whole world and there will be nowhere to run. Sure enough, I can see the forest slowly advancing. By this time, the sun is about to rise, so I run off into the retreating darkness to find my fairy.
Swimming
August 24th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I am swimming in a shallow ocean looking at all of the sand and and eels and small fish, but I have no scuba equipment on. After a while I feel like I’m starting to suffocate and that I should go up for air, but I decide against it and continue my underwater adventure.
Trip to the Ferry
August 23rd, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
It’s kinda weird that I had this dream, considering Adrian already had one quite similar to it.
My brother, my sister, and Cameron, my sister’s boyfriend, are all going into Seattle for some event or another. To get to the ferry, we decide that My sister and Cameron will drive this black SUV and my brother (who is 12) will drive this silver sedan and I will bike. When we get to the intersection of Winslow Way and 305, I realize that I should be in my brother’s car when we drive onto the ferry, so I frantically knock on his window to get him to stop and let me in. He ignores me, however, and he and my sister drive onto the ferry. I decide that the only option left is to walk onto the ferry with my bike, because I know that we’ll all be walking off on the other side (?). The pedestrian “walk/don’t walk” sign is alternately flashing the stop hand then the walk sign, something that I’ve never seen it do before, but I decide it must mean that I should walk, even though the cars are whizing by. The exit that leads into the ferry terminal is a three-lane street, and as soon as I start to cross all of the cars stop for me. When I get to the island, the sign on the other side is flashing the same thing, so I look behind me to ask one of the drivers what that means, but before I say anything he starts shaking his head, so I wait for the steady walk sign to come on before crossing.
Now I am on my way to the pedestrian entrance to the ferry farther up winslow way, and I start to day dream as I’m biking, not realizing that it’s taking much too long to get there. Before I know it, I find myself in Woodward school, very surprised that I missed the entrance to the terminal. I’m biking through the halls past the unphased students trying to find a way out when I come to a door. (this is the coolest part of my dream) I do a wheelie on my bike and push the handle of the door as I am riding so that I don’t have to stop to open the door. This trick works very well and I try it again a few more times, and I also try riding up and down the stairs, something that also works very well, until I get to the woodward commons. Again I try the wheelie trick to get through the door, but I realize too late that I picked a door on which the handle is on the very bottom of the door, against the ground, so I smash into the door and come to a stop. Behind me is the high school janitor, alex fermanis’s dad. He has enclosed me in a three-foot tall metal fence and is quite angry with me and threatens to take me to the superintendant. I explain that I am late for a ferry that my family is already on, and ask the fastest way to get there. He understands and reluctantly lets me go, but first he says that he’ll be having a talk with my scout leader. I don’t understand, I have never been in the boy scouts, but he doesn’t understand this. When I finally get the point across, he is utterly shocked. As I am leaving, I mutter that he is a religious freak, and he becomes fuming mad. As I leave the school with the janitor screaming for me to come back and say that again to his face, I flash a peace sign to some kid who is working in the woodward garden.
As I am riding in the direction of the ferry, I come to a number of intersections that are completely unfarmiliar to me and cross some roads that I have never heard of, like “virginia way” and “tennesse avenue”. I begin to worry that the ferry my brother and sister is on could have left, and I don’t have a phone to call them and tell them where I am. I come to a dead end at the bottom of a hill and find it extremely difficult to ride up the hill, even though it isn’t too steep.
Finally, I end up at a beach shaped much like prichard park, but it is north-west of the ferry terminal (in a place that in real life is solid ground). I see a ferry pulling into the dock and realize that I have not only missed the ferry that my sister and brother were on but I’ll probably miss the next one, too. On the beach, however, are quite a few people that I recognize. Beau Green, Nick Weiland, and some other kid I don’t know are all in their swimming suits and are splashing soggy sleeping bags on one another. Some smaller kids are farther down the beach and I go to join them. All of a sudden, everybody, including me, starts yelling taunting phrases at the kid with Beau and Nick in unison. Behind them appears a group of male teachers in the distance, which includes Mr. Gans and Mr. Taylor, who yell the same taunting remark. Infuriated, Beau and Nick run towards them with handfulls of rocks, and I realize that we should probably stop making fun of them. Next, I go and visit Peter schwab and his friends who are playing football on the beach. Not angry any more, Nick, Beau, and their friend come over and we all decide to play a game of water football. To demonstrate the rules, Peter and Beau splash around with the ball until Beau ends up holding Peter under the water. The strangest thing is that we didn’t have to get into the water to be in the water. When I start to think about this, I wake up.