Drugs and Bikes
February 27th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; 2 comments
I am hosting a party at my house (it actually resembles my aunt and uncle’s house in fremont in every way, but in the dream it belongs to me) and I have invited everybody I knew last year and all of their friends, including (but not limited to) Joel, Tim, Matt, Ariana, Cynthia, Lizzie, Ben, Beau, Alex, etc. We are all sitting around having a forum-like conversation when Joel takes out of his backpack a paper bag full of some mysterious vegetation (I suspect they are hallucination-inducing mushrooms) and starts chowing on little strips of them. Lizzie asks if she can try some and Joel offers her the bag. When I inquire what they are, he refuses to explain. More people begin chewing the strips of mushroom until the querschy-schrechy chewing sound becomes unbearable. I leave to get a glass of water for myself.
When I come back from the kitchen, people have dissipated into other rooms and onto the front porch, so I decide to play the piano. Just before I sit down, though, I realize that the bench is covered in small hypothermic needles. Horrified, I look up to see Joel passing out these hypothermic needles to all of the guests and used needles covering not only the piano but the entire floor. I realize how lucky I am to be wearing shoes. I become so angry at Joel for ruining my party that I start yelling at him and at everybody else to get out of my house. They seem to understand and leave without a fuss, even those people who were not overdosing on drugs.
As I am leaving the house a few hours later I decide to play around on a little slope in the neighbor’s yard. I keep walking and eventually get to a busy city intersection. As I am crossing the crosswalk, I see Joel moping about on the opposite side of the intersection. I yell to him but he is obviously ignoring me. I run across about eight lanes of traffic, dodging cars, towards him. As I get near he turns around and we embrace. I apologize for being so mad at him earlier. He takes me to his uncle’s nearby bike repair lot, which is really just a big junkyard full of broken down bikes. He shows me his bike that he’s working on, which he keeps under the porch, and I admire it.
Once On This Island
February 27th, 2006 by Timothy Spenser; no comments
A dream in three parts. I am unsure of their original order.
Part One – The Drugs
Joel and I, along with many others of ambiguous identity, are on a schoolbus. We are on a fieldtrip. We are going to a tropical beach. In my backpack, which is a mountaineering pack, I have some sketchy drugs, crushed up painkillers or something. Joel and I are (unfortunately) excited about the prospect of taking these drugs. We arrive at our destination and prepare to get off the bus. As we are waiting for the folks ahead of us to exit, a teacher or other chaperone-type fellow comes back and begins snooping around. I become very scared that he’s going to find the drugs that I am now holding in my hand. He turns his back on us and I use the moment to slip the drugs, which are in a medicinal-type bottle, into a compartment of my pack. I feel relieved until Joel points out that our bags will certainly be searched while we are on the beach. End.
Part Two – Whales
I and another being, probably my brother, are sea mammals. I cannot discern now who is who, but I know that one of us is an orca whale and the other is some sort of dolphin or porpoise. We are swimming along in an ocean. Whichever one of us is the orca is encouraging the other to try his swimming technique. The porpoise is afraid of the technique because it involves his swimming deeper than he normally does. It may also involve some flips or something. This agitated procession continues, with the orca attempting to persuade the dolphin/porpoise and the dolphin/porpoise resisting the orca. End. I associate a strong feeling of apprehension with this dream, most likely due to my very real awe and fear of the immensity of the ocean.
Part Three – The Islands
I am in a room with an ocean for its floor. I may or may not have just arrived as a whale. It is twilight dark. I stand with my left foot on the island of Strythio and my right foot on the island of Pythio. In my dream, these are Greek islands, whereas in reality these islands do not exist. Strythio is also Latin for ostrich. Pythio, to my knowledge, is not a real word. My mother enters the room. I show her that I am standing on Greek islands. She is proud of me. End.
I Don’t Live Today
February 26th, 2006 by Timothy Spenser; no comments
Four dreams. These dreams come from the last few days. They are from seperate sessions of sleep.
Who Am I?
I am visiting a private school. I may be with my mom. It looks a bit like an old southern-style mansion. There is another student there who is rather famous because he is related closely to Spiro Agnew (Nixon’s Vice-President). This kid has greasy hair that he parts in the middle, and he wears stuffy clothes. He might be kind of a d-bag. Anyway, this is interesting because (in my dream, not in reality) I am also related to Spiro Agnew.
I (and perhaps my mom) enter the auditorium. Suddenly I am a black boxer. I am at a big showdown fight. My opponent is a white racist. As I enter the ring which has appeared in the auditorium, I think about my personal history as a boxer beginning in early childhhod. It’s kind of like watching a very quick documentary in my head. I see black and white pictures of me as a young man. I am very like Mohammed Ali. Once in the ring, I realize I have forgotten my gloves. Luckily, they are just outside the ring. I get them and prepare to fight, but before we begin, my opponent begins shouting racial slurs at me. I shout some back at him in retaliation. The crowd, which is mostly black, supports me. Here the dream gets fuzzy.
I am now myself. I enter a Thai restaurant with my brother. We sit at a table and someone brings me a plate of peanut sauce. My waitress asks me whether or not I would like any other food to go with the peanut sauce, but I assure her that the peanut sauce is fine by itself. I drink some water from a red plastic cup. My brother and I discuss our father and his financial status. We wonder whether he has made a fortune. End.
Amazing Journey
I am simultaneously playing a video game and being the character in the game. As the dream progresses, I become more and more the character and not the player. I am fighting my way through a system of tunnels underground. I am being attacked by strange praying-mantis-type creatures made of bluish light. I have a big golden axe. My hair is long, black, and matted. The dream continues this way for quite a while, with me battling valiantly from chamber to chamber. Finally I emerge from underground into the front lawn of a large mansion overlooking the sea. The lawn may be grass or dirt. I walk towards the mansion thinking that my battle is over, but at the last moment another praying mantis attacks. This one has a woman’s head and reddish hair. I defeat her and cut off her head. I go to throw it off the cliff. Then I walk back towards the mansion. Again I am attacked, but this time I quickly dispatch my opponent and leave the lawn. This involves me rolling out of bed (not literally, but still in my dream. The lawn that I was fighting on has become a bed in a bedroom in the mansion. I am now plain old Tim Spenser). Then I go around from room to room. I find a room that I decide to move my stuff into. It might be Christmas. End.
Take Me Out To The Ballgame…
Matt and I are at a baseball field, presumably somewhere on the island. We are there to support Alexa’s little brother who is playing in today’s game. In my dream he is about nine and has very long hair (in the waking world, neither of these things is true). We sit on the bleachers in sleeping bags. Several times throughout the game I am almost hit by a ball thrown at me by the referee. By the time we leave, it is dark. I can remember riding down a road at night. End.
A Lot Of Nice Things Turn Bad Out There…
I am in a public restroom. I am naked. I am utilizing a urinal. Ben Hudgens, also naked, is utilizing the urinal next to me. Suddenly Ben decides to molest me. It’s too bad, really. End.
Red Fixie
February 24th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; 2 comments
I am riding down Taylor Avenue with my little brother on my blue peugot fixie and myself on my geared bike. Another kid starts riding with us who is riding a really, really nice red fixie with an absolutely absurd chainring combination, like a 60t in front and 10t in back. I figure that he’s going to or coming back from the track, and invite him on our ride to our grandparents’ house. On the way up the hills, it is clear that he is suffering, but he is managing well, all things considered. He says he on the bike team and this is how he likes to train and that last year he kicked everybody’s ass. We take a wrong turn by bill point drive and come upon a giant intersection that looks much like the one by U-village and sand point way.
Many
February 21st, 2006 by Timothy Spenser; no comments
This post will cover six dreams that I had from about one week ago to now.
Frozen Rat
Joel and I were in a dark apartment that was reminiscent of my dining room. Jackie Danzig had just left, and she had given us a block of ice with a rat encased in it. The block was placed on a chair. When I looked again, the ice was rapidly melting. Then we had a seemingly dead rat on the chair. The rat began to twitch and suddenly it got up and ran into the kitchen. Joel and I scrambled around trying to catch it.
We were then outside a house with trees and sunshine. I turned around and looked at the driveway. A sickly brown rat was running toward us down the driveway. As it approached, I could see that it was gigantic. It ran right past us and climbed over the house’s fence into the yard. I again turned to the driveway to see another rat, this one black, sprinting toward us. It was also enormous. It joined the other rat on the other side of the fence. I was relieved that we didn’t have to deal with the giant rats, and I turned to Joel to express this, but as I did, so, the first rat began climb back over the fence to get at us. End.
Going to the Record Store
I was again with Joel at a nearly empty performance venue. All the lights were up because no one was playing. We went back to the bathrooms to meet the artist that had just performed, a guitarist who looked rather like Uly. I then rememberd that I had to get to the record store to buy some music. It was about midnight, but I knew that they would still be open. I first had to go to the bank. I don’t remember doing do, but I know that I did. Then I decided to go to the record store by a rather unorthodox route. I began to cut through a residential neighborhood. I ran through the front lawn of what was either Alana MacWhorter’s or Colbi Brawner’s house. I had to be very secretive because I didn’t want her grandparents to see me. Then, to save even more time, I began to climb over this large rock outcropping next to the road. Suddenly it was snowy. I climbed down the other side and almost got hit by a car that was sliding around on the ice that now covered the road. End.
the following may or may not have been part of the above dream
I was riding in a car up Ericksen with quite a few people. I remember that Jared was sitting in the passenger seat and Tyler had “bitch” next to me. We passed a burrito restaurant that we had recently eaten in. Suddenly it was night. Tyler threw up some apricots or peaches that I barely caught in a plastic cup I was holding. End.
Smoking With Dylan
I was at Joel’s house. All the lights were off. There was a group of people there. I kept going from room to room looking for something. The people there began to leave. I was feeling down because I couldn’t find whatever I was looking for and everyone was going home.
Then I was in a coffee shop in Seattle with a bunch of strange people. One of the made a joke: “Does anyone know Sean Fraga?” I knowlingly replied that I did. I was glad that I had understood his joke. I then went outside with a person who was a combination of Bob Dylan and David. We prepared to smoke some weed. As Bob/David was preparing the pipe, I realized that Michelle Bombardier was approaching our car. Knowing that I would be in huge trouble if she caught me smoking, I got out of the car. As I did so, I realized I was already very high. Luckily, I was wearing some dark glasses, so at least she wouldn’t be able to tell if my eyes were red. Unfortunately, I knew that every move I made, even the act of getting out of the car, spoke of my intoxication. End.
At College – I had this dream on the first night in the mountains
I was visiting a college. I was to be there for four days. To verify that I had visited classes, I was asked to take pictures of myself in class. I was agitated because I had forgotten to take a picture of myself in the last class. At one point I was working on a computer to remedy the situation.
I was going to the lobby or main office area. It was night, and as I crossed campus I discovered that I could fly. I flew into the lobby. It was now day. I was dressed up as a warrior. I flew up to the ceiling and dropped down, frightening the crowd that had assembled in the lobby. End.
At School – I had this dream on the second night of our expidition
I was going quickly from one class to another in no particular order. Then I went oustide. It was raining. I decided to go to CWI. I jumped down to the soggy grass from the brick wall I was perched on. I approached the windows of the classroom. It was night. Instead of a class, a bunch of people in fancy clothing were hanging around. They got into some limousines, where I joined them. We drove away. On the road, I fiddled with the light fixtures in the car. We arrived at a computer game store, which we entered. We browsed for a while. End.
Oh Wow – I had this dream last night
I was the band’s drum major. The band and I were in some sparsely decorated room. We were planning our routine for the half-time show. Mr. Marsh was yelling at me. He gave me some stickers. I had no idea what I was doing. Then we went out onto the football field to practice. It was raining very hard. The field was basically made of mud. People were running around without any kind of direction. I was distressed that my drum majoring was so ineffective. Then I realised that I couldn’t be the drum major because I hadn’t been the junior drum major last year. Elated, I observed the failed band practice transform into a friendly game of football. The skies cleared, and underclassmen band memebrs became good kids from the senior class. I didn’t really play, but just ran around on the still muddy field. I stood in the center of the field with Jared, who gave me some edible spiritual jewelry in the form of a book that he and Katie Morton had made that morning. The item transported me to an ethereal realm of enlightenment.
I listened to the voice of a famous spiritual master guiding me as I flew as a disembodied being around the pyramids of Egypt. I was feeling discouraged because I knew that I had recently been neglecting my spritual duties.
I was outside the school, at the end of the front of the school nearest to Sportsman’s Club Road. The sun was going down and everything was bathed in a pure godlen light. I was hanging out with a bunch of kids that included Cody Gramstead, Jared, and Bea White. We were maybe in the back of a truck. I picked up Jared’s bass, and Bea said something to me, I think about being careful with it. Jared may have been slightly miffed that I hadn’t asked him before playing. Regardless, I jammed for a while. Then I put the instument down and, alone now, walked to the front of the school. I was met by Max Suffis and Evan Hodos in sharp suits. They were riding in a golf cart. I began to have a discussion with them about addiction. Max challenged me to name one addiction. As I thought about my answer, Max and Evan became Shelly Chapman and some other female. Shelly had a baby in her arms. When I gave my reply, she was confused at the number of words. I corrected her by clarifying that it was actually the number of sylables that had confused her. I was feeling rather disdainful of her because she didn’t know what a sylable was. Then she and her companion went into the school, which had become a hospital. I was, in fact, in the hospital’s waiting room. Lots of people were running about frantically. I saw someone who looked like Theo Miller but was actually Jake Hinton. I saw Brian Robert’s little brother get off the phone and sarcastically say, “Well that’s friendly.” I knew everyone, including me, was there for the same reason; a birth. Whoever was giving birth was someone I cared about a lot. I wanted to get into the operating room to be with the laboring mother. Suddenly I was handed a brochure that had a picture of me as a doctor. I knew that this signaled a plan of my friends to help me get into the operating room by pretending to be a doctor. I was dressed in a lab coat. A male nurse came out of the operating room and asked me to come back and take a look. Dismissive of the plan, I confessed that I was not actually a doctor. End.
Bicycle Race
February 21st, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
This is a fragment from a larger dream, most of which I have forgotten or isn’t particularly interesting.
I am on Bainbridge and I need to pick up something that I left at Evan’s house, which is near BHS behind Tim’s house on the end of Lovell. When I arrive it turns out that he left it in his locker at school, so we go over to pick it up. Evan opens his locker by spinning the dial very fast until it stops on a number and then spinning it very fast until it stops on another, etc. It is clear to me how this works: because the three numbers in the lock that line up with the pins obviously have a higher resistance with the dial, much like a bicycle wheel will stop when the brakes rub against the section that is untrue, the dial is much more likely to stop on them. He hands me a very small item which I delicately cradle in my hands and wrap in a segment of paper towel that I get from the bathroom across the hall.
As I begin to leave, some kids start chasing me. I suddenly realize how valuable my item is and that they are trying to steal it, so I get on my bicycle and start riding down Grow avenue (which turns out to be much longer than Grow actually is). My brother and Evan are both on bicycles ahead of me and the kids chasing me are approaching from behind. Evan and Julian stop for some reason in a driveway, so I pass them but they make no attempt to stop the bicyclists behind me. I am riding a dark green schwinn from the late-70’s or early-80’s with a rusty chain and rusty, tapeless handlebars. The kid who is fast approaching from behind is riding a red and white specialized allez, like mine but a 2005 model. Even though I am sprinting as hard as I can, he keeps inching ahead of me, but luckily he crashes before he can knock me down. My next pursuer is riding a blue, steel road bike with intricate lugs and shitty tires. He manages to get right next to me, but before he pushes me over my valuable object turns into a pin and I reach over and pop his tires, which causes his bike and his body to deflate and which allows me to escape.
Sean’s Ears
February 15th, 2006 by Elizabeth Dameron; no comments
I was sitting alone in a fancy restaurant. Sean and a handsome man were sitting at the table next to me. Whenever Sean left to go to the bathroom (this happened often), Handsome Man would lean over to my table and whisper odd/flattering things about Sean to me. The only one I remember:
“I love his ears.”
Thanks
February 15th, 2006 by Timothy Spenser; one comment
My mother gave me a tobacco pipe for some holiday, most likely my birthday. It had a fancy ivory bowl. Much else happened in this dream, but it has faded away like mountains in the mist.
Not Here
February 12th, 2006 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; 4 comments
I was on a large sailboat. I had just finished my sandwich and put away my lunch when I realized I was still hungry and wanted to eat the rest of the food. I was told that it was okay to eat on the boat, that it was even okay to eat while manning the jib. To do this, I had to retrieve my lunch box from the other side of the boat, near where an evil old lady lived. I went very deliberately, knowing I was acting out a parable.
I passed through the gate and descended to the chair with my lunch box, awakening the huge dogs near it. Calmly, I removed both bicycle helmets I was wearing and set them on the chair. Then I did something really tricky which I have now forgotten. Triumphant, I returned with my lunch box, having correctly acted out the parable.
The evil old lady kept a can of aged yellow paint right outside her door. Some of the 20-somethings on the boat often needed this paint and were in the habit of using it without her permission. One day, they ran out of paint or it dried up so they went ashore to get the same paint somewhere else, and then replaced the old lady’s paint brush in the can like always. I reasoned that she would not find out because she would just think the paint had gone dry in the long time she had been inside her house.
(Somewhere in here, I woke up, making a small sound and being very aware of the exact moment I had woken up. But I fell back asleep.)
I was in the lobby of a bright, springy, fresh-feeling hotel, heading towards the pool. I didn’t have a swim suit and did not feel comfortable swimming in my underwear, so I set out to search for a lost and found that might have a suit in my size. I passed several mannequins, which had been people before they did something of which the hotel staff disapproved, and one of them communicated something profoundly meaningful to me using ESP. This was confusing, but I eventually realized what had happened and was moved. The mannequins were leaning over a ledge with many fancy plates of prepared food, including a pre-sliced banana.
I found a room with a box that looked like it might have lost and found items, but it turned out to me a little grocery store.
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I arrived at Adrian’s enormous, outdoor dorm room with a bunch of people. Someone might have mentioned that there were six of us, and one was Danni the actor/techie which didn’t make sense. Adrian and Graham were sitting at an immense round table, on opposite sides. I asked Graham jokingly if he and Adrian had gotten in a fight, and he said yes. This made things awkward. Adrian and our other friends (who included Gillon) talked to each other for a while, laughing a lot, but I felt obligated to talk to Danni because she didn’t know anyone else. I asked her, trying to be polite, how she had ended up with us, because I hadn’t remembered planning to include her on the trip. I told her I was there to look at Pitzer again, which was nearby, and to see Adrian. She told me she was looking at colleges with her mother.
When I looked back over at my other friends, the large table had been split into about three smaller round tables of different sizes. I was alone at one of them, and it had the table cloth from the bigger table. I figured this was because my plate had been on top of the table cloth and I had not known to move it.
Adrian told us that his uncles were hurting, and that it had been a hard day. Everyone got up to take a tour around the campus (which was very green and spacious, and not particularly hot). Adrian said he had met two other people who spelled their names “Arykah”. I was impressed, and offered to pass this on to Arykah Bergman.
How I wish school could be… or whatever
February 9th, 2006 by Timothy Spenser; one comment
So, I was going to what might have been Meditation Class. It was being held in a dream version of a planter in the T&C parking lot, you know the one by the lower entrance that is raised above the sidewalk, except it was a forest. It was beatifully sunny so that the woods were a dappled green and gold. I was hanging out in the classroom/forest with a female companion, identity unknown, may or may not actually exist. We went to the edge of the woods overlooking the sidewalk (we were perhaps ten feet above) and I, mischeviously decided to drop some forest vines on our approaching classmates. I flung some plant-like material down onto the pavement, narrowly missing the people who were walking there. I suddenly realized that these were not, in fact my classmates, but were a mother and child going to T&C. Embarrassed, I…
Zonoff, the class’ teacher, arrived with the rest of the class and we meditated for a while. Matt and I were debating about something about meditation. Then we got our class picture taken. It was a Polaroid. The picture showed an indoor scene. Very poor quality. The only specifics I remember are Matt looking like he does in the one-acts (for those of you who cannot picture this, you might say he looks like a hermaphrodite) and the back of Tyler’s head…
So, I was in Mr. Johnson’s office, which bore no resemblance to his actual classroom, but was more similar to the glass paneled rooms in the BHS library. I realized that my conversation with Steve had to end so that I could go to my next class. I looked out of the window to see where my next class was, and discovered that I was on the third or maybe fourth floor of the building, looking into the courtyard area of BHS (this area as I am thinking of it does not exist). It was, for anyone who has been there, more like Lycee Ghuistea. Anyway, I left Johnson’s office, and passed through Jeff Pritchard’s office, and then into the hall. I seem to remember that I was going to CWI (I am not in this class). It was the last day of the semester and I hadn’t gone to CWI once all year, having attended Meditation Class instead, so I was unsure of its location. I passed through a classroom full of assembling students. Just as I was about to leave, I realized that this might be the CWI classroom, so I asked Jared. Jared told me that yes, this was CWI. I said, “Oh. Okay.” Then I leaned against the wall of the classroom as though I had said something witty. The wall had the feel of that metal-grating-covered-with-shitty-velvet of the iguana room at BHS. There was an overhead projector in the room. Then the two teachers entered. One was Johnson and the other was someone who does not really exist, though I can describe his appearance; short, thin, and balding. They started teaching, and…