10 march, 2002
I was in a hotel, with my old friend Jason, who was visiting me
from California. In reality, when we were friends, we were both attracted
to one another, but he was married, and, we decided that it might
be a better idea if we didn't hang around one another, as something
might happen to destroy his marriage.
In the dream, we were being bothered by the chambermaids, who kept
trying to come in the room, to clean it, and we had to keep telling
them to go away.
Then, i couldn't find
Jason, and the manager and maids burst in the room, telling me
that he had died of AIDS, and that the room had to be "disinfected".
They started going through
his things, and stealing his money, but wouldn't take anything
else, because it was "tainted".
I then realized that Jason was sitting on the bed, and i got mad
because they had lied to me, and yet, they didn't seem to be able
to see him, and kept insisting that he was dead.
He then told me that he had to leave, and he started to levitate
towards the ceiling, and a large hole opened up, and he drifted away.
I became very saddened by this, and i was crying, and the hotel people
were being very mean and rude to me, accusing me of bringing someone
to the hotel, that was dangerous to have around, and who might have
infected the other guests. I got upset by this, because of their
ignorance, and i left the room, and suddenly, i was on an old road,
deciding which direction i should go in, and feeling quite alone.
An old bum came up to me, and started talking to me, and he told
me that he was sorry that he had left me like that. I didn't know
what he meant, and then, i realized that it was Jason, and i started
to cry, because i was sad and confused as to why he had gotten so
old, and i hadn't. He told me that he had missed me for all these
years, and then, he disappeared again, and i was once again alone.
~ 8 march, 2002
I was in an auditorium, watching a film festival, and the place
was packed. i had to sit in the front, and for some reason, i was
worried about not being able to exit quickly, in case of an emergency.
There were 3 people in my row, who didn't seem to understand experimental/symbolic
films, and they kept making fun of the films, and everyone at the
festival. Some of their equipment got damaged, and they began to
blame me for doing it, and started threatening me.
One of my ex's showed up, and sat with me, telling me how there
was a killer in the audience, who was lopping off people's heads
with a machete.
Suddenly, the entire dream shifted back in time about 100 years.
We were in the same situation, but everyone had on different clothing
and hairstyles, except myself, who looked like i do in this present
My ex, who, in reality, didn't treat me very well in our relationship,
was still there with me, and he was very attentive and attached to
me, which surprised me. He was trying to get me out of the auditorium,
before the killer could get to me.
The dream then shifted again, to one with more supernatural elements.
The killer now possessed the ability to transform himself into other
people, thus making it hard to know who, or where he was, or when
he would strike again. First he was the son of a King, and then,
a servant girl, and next, a Courtesan.
My ex and i finally made it out of the theater, but i became worried
about the other people that were inside, and i went back in to help
When i returned, the entire audience was sitting very still, and
there wasn't any sound or movement in the entire building. I started
tapping people, to see if they were ok, but when i tapped them, their
heads fell off their shoulders. The killer had apparently beheaded
them all, and then placed their heads back on their bodies.
~ 5 march 2002
i was homeless, and staying in a fleabag hotel, while i waited to
find a new place to live.... i hated being there, because the bedspread
was so gross, and had stains on it, and i slept on the floor instead
the room was crammed with all my stuff, and i couldn't maneuver
too well, and i felt very claustrophobic
i then found out that
i might be getting a new place, and i was happy, but when i tried
to find people who would help me to move all my stuff, the only
people that would help me were all these little children who were
too small to carry things, and didn't have a van to move the items,
so i started freaking out, and i began to walk around the hotel,
asking anyone that i saw if they would help, but the only person
that i saw was an old woman with one leg, who was using one of
those silver walkers, and she said "Very soon,
Humani, new blood and small cabbages for all" to me, as i passed.....
i had no clue what she meant, and so i went back to my room ['Humani'
is a Latin base of the word 'Human', but in the dream, i was not
aware of the meaning of this word]
then, the hotel manager,
[who was the guy that was the hotel clerk in the film "Memento"]
knocked on my door, and told me that they were serving braised
liver in the lobby [oh joy], and then he asked me if i was aware
that my mother was also living in this hotel..... in room 212.....
i was surprised to hear this, and i went to her room, and knocked
on the door, and there was no answer, but the door was slightly
open, and so i walked in, and could smell something really gross,
and, when i looked on the bed, my mother was lying there dead,
~ 1 February 2002
i am in a church meeting
hall, helping to serve dinners to the poor. i am approached by
an older man and woman, who ask me if i believe that gay people
go to hell when they die. i tell them no, and the woman looks at
me and says "you are truly good", and then
suddenly, she turns into a man, and the man turns into a women, and
they recount to me a beautiful story of how they met and fell in
love. the story was so wonderful, that it made me cry, but then she
tells me that they have to turn back to their previous selves, because
no one else could understand.
later that night, we are out having dinner, and i sit between them,
feeling a part of this beautifully sad secret that we share.
suddenly, my mother shows up, and hands me a briefcase with $2,212.00
in it, and tells me that i must hide it for her, but does not explain
why. she then begins to act very strange and speaking in non sequitur
phrases, and this embarrasses me.
i go into the kitchen to help the cook, and i accidentally break
the lid of an old crockery jar, and i am afraid that the cook will
be angry at me, but instead, he takes the jar lid, and places it
in some machine, and when he opens the door of the machine, the lid
has turned into a steel door oven, and he remarks that he has always
wanted one of those.
i then get the idea
to put my mother in that machine, hoping that this will heal her
madness, and make her better, but when we open the door of the
machine, there is nothing in there but a pile of ashes, and a black
ribbon with the word "immunity" printed
on it, in purple lettering
~13 january 2002
I am in a mansion, with Seth Green [don't ask], and we are searching
for my lost shoes. We keep finding one of the shoes, but the other
shoe does not match, or is not the same size that i wear. [in reality,
i never wear shoes, but rather, boots, but i do not find this odd
in the context of the dream]
Seth goes outside, and i watch him from the picture window in the
dining room, and he stands with his arms outstretched, and his head
looking upwards at the sky. Small doll like creatures levitate above
him, and slowly lower down. I go outside and do the same as Seth
is doing, but i suddenly realize that i have seen a horror movie
where this has happened before, and the dolls in the film have angelic
faces that change into demons, just before they bite off your face.
I become frightened, but it is too late for me to turn back. The
angel dolls lower to our faces, and kiss us once on the forehead,
before slowly rising back up again.
~ 9 january 2002
i was shopping at a local grocery store, when they suddenly needed
an emergency cashier to cover for someone.
an elderly man, who was hooked up to some respiratory life support
machine, came in to shop, and i felt bad for him, because he looked
like he was having a hard time shopping, and so, i left my post to
help him shop
upon closer inspection, i discovered that this store was VERY odd.
it had an entire aisle of nothing but moldy oranges, and the old
man kept sorting through them, trying to find the best one
there was an overweight
woman in the store, wearing a loudly patterned dress, and standing
in the frozen food aisle, singing a song that had just one verse..... "Meat is the source of impossible desire",
and i found this to be quite surreal
i continued helping this man shop. he decided upon moldy oranges,
milk, brazil nuts, and crushed up ice cream cones, the latter, i
found to be most odd, considering that the cost of the cones was
$76.24, for one pound, and he seemed to think nothing of it
i went back to the register, and checked out his order, and when
i pressed for the total, i discovered that there was no money in
the drawer for me to make change, so i had to go to the office to
get a new drawer, but before i left, the old man told me that i had
to hook up his life support system to the register. i was a bit confused
by all this, but i did as he asked.
when i returned, i made change for him, and then unhooked his support
system from the register, but when i did, i must have done something
wrong, because he started to gasp for air, and it freaked me out,
but then he seemed ok, and left the market
when i was done with my shift, i left the store, and found a crowd
gathered in the parking lot. i got to the center of the crowd, and
the old man was lying dead on the groud, still clutching his bag
of moldy oranges, nuts, milk, and crushed up ice cream cones
~ 4 january 2002
i am in a restaurant [perhaps TGI Fridays, which
is odd, because i never go there], with some friends, and one of
them is showcasing a new film that he has made.
i am quite surprised, when the film consists of images of him jerking
off, into the camera, and i think it inappropriate for him to be
showing this sort of thing, in a public place
to the right of our table, is a group of redneck types, and one
of them is watching the film, and looking like he is getting upset
he whispers something to his friend, and then comes around to the
head of the table, where my friend who was showing the film, was
he stands there, not saying anything, and then suddenly pulls a
huge screwdriver out of his jacket, and stabs my friend to death
with it, while we all sit there, too much in shock to do anything
there was so much blood, and no one in the restaurant did anything
to help my friend
the redneck turns to me, and starts to come at me with the screwdriver,
but i wake up before he can get me