Flashback
November 30th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
Patricia was cutting her wrists with a knife on a bench in front of me, scraping just with the tip so that she drew lines but not blood. I asked her to stop but she told me she knew what she was doing.
Escape
November 29th, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; one comment
I am in prison. An old, empty barn serves to incarcerate me. I have no memory of committing a crime — or, incidentally, of being arrested — but this is unimportant. (In fact, if I wanted to, I could probably have just walked out of the barn.) My presence in a prison is the important thing. As I think, I become more and more convinced that incarceration is, undeniably and fundamentally, wrong.
I see the person responsible for the prison in a little room in the corner of the barn and come up with a plan. I will give a persuasive speech on the injustice of prisons. This will accomplish two things: I will be let out of the barn and at least some people will see what’s wrong with the whole system. My speech will draw heavily on my limited knowledge of Eastern State Penitentiary and emotional, rhetorical images of its mistake. I will trace back all the justifications for imprisonment to retroactive justifications for an idea born solely of ridiculous nineteenth-century ideas about God and the soul, invalidating them as independent arguments.
Just as I am ready to deliver the speech, the door opens and I am lead out of the barn.
the trampoline and sequins on the floor
November 28th, 2005 by Anna Scott; no comments
It was very vivid; Emma was pregnant. I was visiting her apartment with a shitload of other people. She was pregnant in a very Emma-ish way.. her attitude towards it, I mean. For some reason I felt like I shouldn’t ask who the father was. It wasn’t important. She had also apparently been dating a girl, who she had just broken up with. She was very far along. Like seven months. It was insane. Pregnancy is amazing. I think Joe Reynolds and Skylar were also in the dream. Her apartment was mostly the same though the floor was wood and had sequins on it. Glued down and regularly spread out.
Biology Anxiety
November 27th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; one comment
It was time to take a biology test and I was totally unprepared. I had neglected to do the homework because the words to define were on the opposite side of the assignment page than they usually are, so I had not realized we had to read the chapter. Beemer gave some tips about the test which I tried to absorb but made no sense to me because I did not know the material.
At one point I was in my house panicking because I was not at school, and at another I was wandering the halls of a much brighter and whiter Bainbridge High School with Kris, as he tried to explain a scientific theory that was unrelated to my test. I considered skipping the class entirely, but was hesitant because that would mean missing the free question.
dirty dream #2
November 25th, 2005 by Joel Bombardier; no comments
I was living in Emma’s apartment and I was building a low japanese table. But this was an apartment adn Ihad just moved in and there were no tools or anything to build tables out of. I went to a junk yard and stole a piece of plywood and more wood for the legs and went back to the apartment. A hand-saw and hammer had appeared since I had left and they were hung on the wall outlined, much like the tools in the photo room. I cut the wood into an apporopiate size, but I had to keep vacuming up the sawdust with this rediculously old vacum cleaner. eventually the table was built, Ivacumed again, and spent the rest of the dream wondering where the garage was.
The Last Scene
November 24th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was performing a new last scene of The Nina Variations to which I did not know the lines. I became really involved in my character and the scene and closed it with “I love you”, which I knew was not a line I had learned but was amazingly moving. I was so emotionally invested that I started crying in my last speech. Right after I was done, Mac stood up and told me I had said the wrong lines, something I knew was probably true. I didn’t want to face him while I was still crying over the scene, so I accepted his criticism facing away from him, into the curtain which was closed.
I didn’t know how I would get home from the theatre, which was very far from my house, so when some actors got on a bus I followed suit. However, this turned out to be a problem because my mother who had been in the audience was planning to take me home. I got off the bus when it passed the theatre again, and met up with my mother.
She gave me a snack to eat which I realized as I was finishing it was a stick of cheese, explaining why it had been so gross. I also realized retrospectively that it had had specks of chocolate in it, although I had not distinctly tasted them.
Still getting vegan anxiety dreams
November 23rd, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
My mother had prepared for me a mixture of soynog and cow’s milk, but had not told me it was specifically cow’s milk, and I drank some before realizing. I drank it in an old school at night from which I needed to evacuate.
Hand Washing People
November 22nd, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was getting some dinner at an asian lunch counter in Seattle that doesn’t exist. I asked for a small, raisiny roll and started eating it immediately, but when I asked what was in the other rolls, the woman at the counter told me “meat”. I asked, “all the rolls?” and she affirmed. So I paid for my roll and went to find somewhere else to eat, and was given a large bag of pastries. This was enough dinner so I set out for a place to eat it.
Walking around, I accidentally walked through a large lecture hall at the UW where a night class was being held. This was sort of embarrassing but I reasoned that with the strange placement of the hall, it probably happened all the time. I also looked in a few cafes but decided I would just go back to my hotel room to eat.
My hotel room, which was part of the Sierra Club, was so close by that I didn’t even put on my bike helmet. This made biking ten times harder and I almost fell off when I got to the gravel hill that preceded the hotel. Inside the hotel, things were pink and decorative. I decided to call Kris and tell him I was in Seattle, but Allie seemed to be in my room and instead I told her if she needed a place to stay, she could stay with me.
Somehow simultaneously, my hotel was our camper van. My dad was sitting in the driver’s seat. My hands needed washing, so it was lucky that the nearby sanicans were spraying water continuously for that purpose. When I stepped outside the car to hand wash, the people working at the sanicans told me “we’re hand washing people!”
Books
November 20th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I found two copies of Passage to India backstage. Thinking one of them might be the AP English poetry book, I picked them up. The first one was Adrian’s from last year, and inside was a $50 check made out to him.
I have an electrical head
November 16th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
Somehow, the cord for my phone which connects the mouthpiece to the wall had found its way into my ear. This enabled me to listen to a conversation between two other people who were in the play, one of which was probably Erika. I knew that I should probably tell them I was listening in, but didn’t have the courage. Instead, I started just saying the things I wanted to say to myself, as the mouthpiece was far enough away not to pick up the sound.
Unfortunately, it turned out that the people talking were actually sitting on the floor of my room, and when I started responding they heard and talked directly to me. After a while I decided to get up, which caused the phone cord to fall suspiciously out of my ear. I explained, “It’s the weirdest thing. I woke up and this phone cord was in my mouth”.
They spoke about an event at which Alyssa had been so masculine as to eat spiders she found on her leg.