"Wire"-esque drug dealingand I got caught by rival dealer and waspleading for my life. Was it McNultyor was he my boss? Maybe I was withOmar and he pissed them off. Carcetti was also in the dream. I remember him coming across me in a big, being-rehabbed house. Something about an air vent in the floor … Continue reading The Wire
Category: Dreams
Jackie
Someone killed Jackie McKenna by stabbing her. I guess this was when me and her were back at IMSA. I did not do it (I had no memory of it in the dream) but I was the main suspect nonetheless. The cops came and picked me up for questioning. I was at b-ball practice when … Continue reading Jackie
West End Word II
I remember walking around, late morning with a couple of guys. Older than me. One might have been the publisher of West End Word. Although he acted differently (i.e. not gay). We sat at this restaurant and I was thinking about getting a drink. At first they didn't seem interested in a drink but the … Continue reading West End Word II
The Double-Love Stabbings
One of my worst dreams ever last night. Knives, Jackie, Brook. Possibility of going to jail. For some reason, the three of us agreed it would be a good idea for me to assist in their death: stabbing them, right under the rib cage and thrusting upward toward the heart. Awful just awful. Plenty of … Continue reading The Double-Love Stabbings
Two-bit Christmas
Some cute girl was dropping quarters to me down the center (inside) of a multi-floor stairwell. She was really into quarters and somehow dropping them was her way of breaking in new ones. Utah's "quarter" was a little brown shopping bag made of soft fabric. Then there was a special edition quarter that was large … Continue reading Two-bit Christmas
12.24.2006
In a living quarters, maybe where astronauts lived. I was waiting for a chance to be in the room alone because I wanted to look more closely at a pair of panties I saw in the washbasket (they appeared wet, partially). But then next thing I knew, the room was all changed around and my … Continue reading 12.24.2006
Straw Poll
Me, Ray, and Brook were doing some kind of straw poll. But Ray seemed to think his vote was representative of the group. It was the Republican primary. He picked Romney, McCain, and Huckabee. I didn't want Romney but Ray was being so stubborn and never even asked us to form some kind of consensus. … Continue reading Straw Poll
Covert War Operations…
Was looking for my pistol but I lost it or someone took it, I thought Chavez...then I fell asleep for three straight weeks... I woke up and ventured out, saw someone I knew and he said, "Where've you been?" I said, "I took a nap...when was the last time I saw you?" He said, "Three … Continue reading Covert War Operations…
Talking squirrel!
Yes, some mildly mentally retarded older fellow (living in a basement somewhere?) said he had something for me to see. The squirrel was completely conversive but shy. It had an unusually long and skinny elephant-esque snout through which it talked, kind of a nasal voice. I either apologized or internally felt guilt about the squirrels … Continue reading Talking squirrel!
If there’s one thing I wish I could do, it would be to fly
Three threads of dreams: (1) Thom Kortkamp, a reunion, but he was disaffected, bipolar, scary. (2) Flying. Do not remember flying, but I believe I did. What I remember is trying to show someone else how I did it—just start flapping your arms; you'll get a little lift; then start kicking your legs; then flap … Continue reading If there’s one thing I wish I could do, it would be to fly
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