During war
September 30th, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; no comments
Something is very wrong with Kreacher’s screen (at one point in the somewhat distant past, its screen had a large crack in it). I need to find a place to repair it, so I walk to downtown Bainbridge. As I walk by the Pavilion, I see a sandwich-board sign, which reads, “Children are not a place to go during war. During war, children should read a book!”
I interpret this to mean that children should not watch movies when there’s a war on — in fact, never — they should, instead, go home and read a book. Suddenly, however, I realize that there must be some sort of war occurring, but I do not become alarmed about it because nothing drastic seems to be happening; there was a war going on five minutes ago and I didn’t mind much, so why should I panic now? The war is probably over Chief Justice Roberts’ confirmation or Tom DeLay’s indictment.
I continue to walk past the Pavilion. Bainbridge looks like Seattle, downtown but not _really_ downtown, in the late afternoon. I enter a small storefront where I plan to repair Kreacher. As I am waiting at the desk, Brandon comes downstairs and says something quickly to me before leaving. He’s working on a very important project.
English Flight
September 30th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; one comment
I was at school, down by the pit, and to get up to my class I leapt into the air and flew. A girl with short hair saw me doing this and emulated. When I got to class, which was Munro’s class but in a different room with the chairs at the back, she was frustrated with my flying which was a form of showing off and she told me just to sit down.
If I recover more fragments I will add them.
Two Gallants
September 29th, 2005 by Anna Scott; no comments
There was a Two Gallants concert at the Grange which was at the Kitsap Mall which was in Boston. I met you all there after (purposely) getting in an insane, insane car wreck.
Two Unpleasant Dreams About Kris
September 27th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; one comment
Yesterday: Kris was Harold from Harold and Maude and I was hanging out with him and Maude at her house and I knew I was just “the girlfriend” and when I left they would have sex and it felt sad to be left out.
Today: I was trying to reach Kris to get together tonight but he said he was tired and didn’t want to. This was really annoying because we had made plans and I had cancelled other things and he was just bailing for no good reason. There was a huge spider on the wall which my dad took outside for me after some trouble.
I arrive at Joel’s house
September 25th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
only to find that he has lost my bike rack.
(in reality I arrived at Joel’s house today only to find that it was exactly where I had left it)
I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed something so close to reality.
A Dream of a Dream
September 23rd, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
Last night was the first night I slept in my dorm room.
I wake up with the feeling that I have just dreamed something so important, so life-changing that if I forget it I will never be able to live again. I know that it was a story of a boy and a girl and an amazing adventure that they went on, but I can’t place exactly what it was. I am completely overcome with exhaustion, though, that after a brief search for some paper and a pen I fall back asleep. (that was a dream)
I later wake up (for real) and realize that I had just dreamed that I had dreamed. I still can’t decide, though, weather or not I actually had the incredible dream that I dreamed I had. It feels like I did, but I can’t remember it, only the feeling (that I dreamed).
not before I stretch them
September 22nd, 2005 by Anna Scott; no comments
I was at school really late at night; It was really important and there were lots of people there. The business got taken care of and then I was driving home– I was also driving Beau home because apparently he was sleeping at my house because he had to go somewhere early in the morning, and it would be really convenient. I thought how strange it was that my mom was allowing this.
On the way home we passed many pedestrians which was very strange for the time of night. We then passed a boy with enormous glowing green cat eyes riding a horse. The horse had a bumpersticker with a phone number on it. I started to get really creeped out. We arrived home, and once there I nonchalantly called the phone number which I remembered off the bumper sticker. I reached an answering machine with a woman saying
“Yes, it’s okay, that’s just my son Tommy riding his horse at night because bla bla bla bla bla bla.”
Later, I was at school in the wagon wheel about to leave when I saw Beau running across it wearing my pants (the disintegrating jeans). I yelled something about him giving them back and he said “Sure… but not before I stretch them out!”
Tim’s Tan
September 22nd, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
Standing in the hall with some friends, Tim announced that he had to leave to go tanning.
Anaheim Nightmare
September 21st, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
Tim, Matt, Joel, Beau, Evan (Trombone), and I are in a hotel room in Anaheim, the year after we first went. I am excited because I don’t have to play this year because I am not in band, but everybody else has to. There are so many of us that I have to sleep on the floor.
We are driving home in cars. On the way home, I realize that I am lucky I don’t have my tuba this year. I remember Beau and I last year had to drag our tubas about half way home before Dupuis let us get in a car. I feel sorry for Beau, though, because I don’t know if he made it into a car this year. I suddenly realize that I don’t remember anything about the trip, that one moment I was falling asleep in a hotel room and the next I was driving home! I am suddenly overcome with this realization that I slept through all three days, that my mom payed three thousand dollars for me to sleep in a hotel room for three straight days. That’s one thousand dollars a day! (sometimes people talk about realizing that they’re dreaming while they’re dreaming, this was realizing that it was real while I was dreaming) I am so unbelievably worried for the longest time, I just watch cars drive by and worry about how I will tell my mom that I didn’t do anything. I remember going to disneyland last year and riding roller coasters, especially california screaming, and making beans and rice in coffee makers and hanging out with all the band kids, and I am so mystified as to how I could just sleep through all that this year. When I wake up, I feel relief wash over my mind that it was all a dream (that is, until I realize it is 2:30 and I said I would meet Ari at 12).
An infestation motif
September 21st, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; no comments
(This is a fragment. I have forgotten all of my dream except for this one moment.)
I am walking around outside without shoes and enjoying the cool, soft feeling of the muddy grass beneath my feet. It’s dark out and I am mostly alone. Suddenly, I realize that the sensation on my feet might not be entirely innocent. In a frenzied panic, I lift up my feet and wildly rip at the layer of snails that has adhered to them. Initially, I try to remove both the snails and the transparent, semi-solid slime that has nothing to do with the snails, but, eventually, I realize that I have no qualms with the slime as it is an entirely separate consideration from the snails.