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Tuesday, April 30

 

I took Beck's Mellow Gold to work today, and a couple of tracks into it I remembered this time that I was listening to this CD on my folks' porch, at night. I was still living at home, probably around 18 or so, and I remember sneaking outside at night to have a fag. How odd. I had completely forgotten about that.

Lynnette 7:01 AM

 

Excuses, excuses. I was so stunned this morning that I woke up so early that I completely spaced my dreams. Damn! But at least I got to work early. New links. Check it boy!

Lynnette 6:58 AM

Monday, April 29

 

DREAM: Boba Fett

Last night I dreamt about Boba Fett and Bill Patterson. In my dream they were probably the same, but I don't remember details because it was probably too wonderful for words. I mean, come on! Bill and Boba, does it get better than that?

Lynnette 10:02 AM

Sunday, April 28

 

Burke has her site up finally. Go see my Crack Baby's adventures here!

Lynnette 10:02 AM

 

DREAM: Kleenex

This is the whole dream I swear: I walked up a staircase to find Bill Patterson coming around the corner, in a white Tshirt and boxers. He said to me, "You've got bad timing." He looked a bit sheepish, so I asked why, and he held up a wad of Kleenex and said, "I was going to throw this away, I lose the bet."

I just know I'm gonna win!

Lynnette 9:51 AM

 

DREAM: Bill Patterson in college

I was in a library, cleaning tables, doing odd jobs, and Bill Patterson was at one of the tables studying. I walked up and started dancing around him, jumping around like a kid asking him all sorts of questions: What can I get ya? Are ya hungry? Wanna go play? What are you reading? Can I sit with you? etc. etc. Generally I was being annoying. He finally said to me, I'm worried about not studying my French, sweetie. I felt really bad so I went to another table and started doing my homework for my design class, reading up on woodworking design. Later I went to class and sat at my desk, which had a computer on it, and I got on ISCA and started talking to Bill Patterson again, this time he wasn't busy. Then my old roomie/high school buddy Susie came up and wanted to know what I was doing. After telling me I was going to get in trouble by the professor, etc. and kicked out of class, she wanted online, too. I told Bill Patterson I was leaving and someone else would be on the computer, so she wouldn't get any of my messages.

For fuck's sake why am I dreaming about ISCA so much. Oh wait, it's my pasttime as of late.....shit!

Lynnette 9:49 AM

 

DREAM: Double Bill: Travis and... GWAR...huh?

So I dreamt that my friends and I were going to a Travis show somewhere in the States. When we got there the music was already playing, but it was barely audible, just enough to tell it was Travis. We stood in line, making our way into the venue, and finally made it to the first balcony. I sat in my lawn chair and kicked back. I had seen them before so I didn't mind not watching, I just wanted to listen. I was inside the venue but the music was still too quiet. Suddenly I heard a bunch of people mumbling, talking, then yelling. I looked out the window, for the street was at the level of the balcony, so we could walk out onto the street level, and saw a huge bus rolling up. It was decorated in flames and skulls and other "scary" things, and it looked like there were scars and scabs "attached" to the bus, to make it look even more scary. Alas, it was the GWAR bus, rolling down the street, through the alley, to set up their set. What I want to know is not why were Travis and GWAR playing together, but why was Travis opening?

Lynnette 9:43 AM

Friday, April 26

 

Boba Fett: Singing in the Rain... ?

Lynnette 9:49 AM

 

DREAM: Stalking Neighbors, Video Games

I was about 19 or so, or rather in my dream I felt as if i were in my 19 year old body. As tall as I am now, but still felt young, is the best way I can explain it. I was over at a house I didn't know, with people that I knew in my dream, but I have no clue who they were. I might have been babysitting because there was a young boy with dark hair that was following me around. We were playing games, running around, and then we got flashlights are were shining them in the windows of the house next door, just to see what we could see.

Later we, after he went to sleep, I remember sitting on the floor, in the upstairs bedroom playing video games. The graphics were low-bit, like original Nintendo, but it was a game I had never seen before. It was of the "walk along and kill beasts" genre; one of my favs. I remember there were these large Pterodactyl-like creatures, that were three times as tall as my guy. Up until this point I was slaughtering left and right, but when I hit these guys, a normal two hits didn't kill them, and I lost several guys because when you touched them, they electrocuted you and you froze for 2 seconds. This really wasn't fair of the game designers; if you're frozen for 2 seconds you're screwed out of defending yourself and the creatures can set up for another attack. Then some people showed up to heckle me, and give me hints. It was impossible to get past that level.


I miss Donkey Kong.

Lynnette 8:37 AM

Thursday, April 25

 

I woke up this morning thinking I had gotten this tattoo I've been pondering. Turns out it was just permanent marker. Thanks Candice! Here's sort of what I did last night; at least it ended up on my arm: www.bobafett.com

Lynnette 9:35 AM

Wednesday, April 24

 

DREAM: Breasts, College, Flowers

I was in a darkened kitchen, at night, and I was washing dishes. The only light came from the porch light through the back door, and the light above the sink itself, where I was at. Bill Patterson came up from behind me and put his arms around me, hands on my breasts and gave me a huge hug, with his head resting on my shoulder. It was warm and comfy. Someone was standing in the hallway, in the shadows, but I didn't care.

I was walking home and thought I'd stop by the university and look at what they had been remodling. I walked up this grand staircase, 20 feet wide, dark polished wood, and came to a room that had just been redone with a brand new wood floor. There were two construction workers there, both very old, wrinkled, but experienced, strong laborers. I walked around on the new floor, saying this is beautiful this is fabulous woodwork. There was a doorway leading to another room, so I took it. This floor was not completed, it wasn't even there. I looked down and for story upon story all I could see was incomplete wood staircases, just like I had seen earlier. I started to climb up and down them, when I realized I was stuck. One of the old men helped me onto a ladder and hoisted me up to the top level. I felt bad about interrupting their work, and slunk out into the hallway. Waiting for me in the hallway were several bunches of flowers, all different kinds. Each time I passed the flowers I said something about them. Roses, singular, dull. Lillies, sad, patient. Liliacs, warm, lovely. Then I walked down the stairs, and dragged my painted toenails along the wall where bunches of grapes were hanging, not unlike that of a kid with a stick and a picket fence. It was fucking weird. I could feel the cold grape juice on my toes, but it wasn't sticky at all. Then I went outside and remember flying on my back, with my arms outstretched, and the wind was at my face (box fan on my bedside table, most likely).

Lynnette 8:28 AM

Monday, April 22

 

Here's what I did on my birthday and it was fucking awesome:

Lynnette 12:25 AM

Sunday, April 21

 

I got a sweetheart for my birthday!

Lynnette 10:45 AM

Friday, April 19

 

DREAM: ISCA

It happened. I'm back on ISCA and I had my first ISCA dream. Someone save me for the love of god. Well the dream was basically me sitting in front of a computer, typing messages to friends, and when I hit for the Who's Online List, it came up with 4 names, Kill Rock Stars *heart*, If You See Kay, Nettys Girl, and myself, Plazm. That was the whole dream. Of course I only made time for 4 hours sleep last night thanks to Bill Patterson.

Also, if you're wondering what ISCA is there is a link entitled Evil in my ...Synapse... section. It's basically the Atari 2600 of Instant Messagers.

Lynnette 10:39 AM

Thursday, April 18

 

DREAM: Boys, Penguins, Fire

I dreamt I was in a typical theme restaurant; this one was sailing or boating, wood everywhere, fishnets on the wall with fake plastic crabs stuck to them with not-so-well-hidden wires. There was so much created atmosphere I thought I was going to implode. I was supposed to be there with work friends, but I seemed to be walking about the place alone, looking for somebody. I went near the front door thinking they would be coming in at any minute; instead I saw a boy come in, with a somewhat familiar face, sideburns, glasses. We met eyes, but neither one of us said anything to the other. People kept wanting to buy me drinks, and I refused, seeing as I can't fucking stand when strangers buy me drinks. "Wanna do some shots?", asked another; I walked on by. Then I went back to my table and saw the boy. "Don't I know you? Are you Robb?" Sure enough it was one of my exs, he was a dick then, but I had no reason to be unkind now. We shook hands and that was about it. I went outside looking for someone else.

I was on this huge wooden platform, as big as a pirate ship, blonde wood planks, with different levels to sit and climb on. My friend Brian was driving the platform, which moved along on four small caster rollers. People were on there arguing about penguins, and where the warm climates they live in are. I was higher up on a different level and yelled down: Penguins do not live in warm climates, and both poles are covered in ice, not just one of them. They went on, convinced that there were some species of penguin that do in fact live in warm climates. I got frustrated and wanted to bail! I judged the distance from the platform to the ground speeding below, then jumped down, just like I would have jumped over a cyclone fence. I hit the ground, and was thankful I had no splinters. My ankle felt anchored down and I realized the platform/shipdeal had ran into me. Brian climbed down and asked me where I was going, said I shouldn't have jumped down, that I could have gotten hurt. I told him I didn't want to be on that platform anymore, that the people were extremely mal-educated and annoying and I can't stand being around idiots. I was in a downtown area, so I started walking toward something else.

Across the street from where I lived, caddy-corner actually, there was a four story apartment building, in a converted house. I had to visit the couple on the third floor and when I got there, no one was home. I remember thinking it was unusually quiet considering they had a toddler, then I smelled it. Smoke, Fire. I ran out of there and back home to call 911. As I picked up the phone, which was in a slipcase like a Special Edition DVD, I was practicing what I was going to say. My voice was quavering and was full of stutters, which happens when I get excited. Then I heard, "911 what's your emergency?" I finally spit out that the house on the Northwest corner of 15th and G was on fire and that the entire fourth floor was already engulfed in flames. I hung up and watched out my window.

Lynnette 8:41 AM

Wednesday, April 17

 

No dreams for me last night so here's one from my pal Candice... and I must say it is totally worth reading.

DREAM: Billy Ocean, Sea Turtles

Once many years ago after a frightfully long shift at Taste of China (local Chinese eatery) I fell into slumber and this is the dream I had: I was swimming in the ocean.. the water was a dark Prussian blue and I was swimming near the surface and could see the moonlight coming through in shafts like spotlights into the water. I was not alone in the water. I was swimming with a giant sea turtle that was probably fifty feet wide. The turtle's shell was of turqoise, ochre and emerald green in a tribal looking design. We were swimming in unison mimicking each others moves.. mostly it was me mimicking the sea turtle swimming parallel to him with my arms extended like a cross to reflect his size. It wasn't like real swimming, it was more like flying.. only with water. It was beautifully silent. No sounds of water or whiley wales just perfect beautiful silence. That is until we were joined by another. Billy Ocean. Billy suddenly appeared beside myself and the turtle in a full on suit like the daper gentleman he is and we were all swimming as one for several minutes. His hair never moved and his suit never appeared to be wet. Billy began to talk to myself and the sea turtle who apparently understood and spoke english. He told us he was to be singing at a sold out concert in Sydney Australia in five minutes and he would like us to join him as his special guests. Of course we said yes. So Billy and I grabbed the top part of the turtle's shell and he lifted us out of the ocean. Soon we were flying through the air. the stars were brilliantly bright and and the light of the moon bounced off the turtles shell and lit up Billy's face. The feeling of the warm wind on our wet bodies was extremely soothing and I think that at that point my cat was probably breathing on my face while I was middream. We soon flew over an open air arena that was packed with thousands and thousands of people. Somehow Billy was already onstage singing so the turtle landed on the stage which must have been giant to accomadate his size and dropped me off. Billy took my hand and led me to the center of the stage and to the screaming and clapping of the crowd began to sing "Carribean Queen" to me. It was a moment very much like Courtney Cox being pulled onstage by the Boss in his "Dancing in the Dark" video. Billy was quite a showman and began to work the stage whilst dancing
around me with the hot stage lights upon us. I truly felt like his Carribean Queen. I remember thinking I was extremely underdressed for the occasion as I was in swimsuit. The turtle had disappeared and towards the end of the song I woke up into the reality that was an early morning class.

Lynnette 8:27 AM

 

Your song is... Double Team It's K.G. with the feather, and the French Tickler. Look out, baby, he got the tools! Then you feel something down by your feet - it's me, it's J.B., sucking upon your toes! We don't mind sucking on toes! Good luck finding a boyfriend who sucks toes! Quiz created by LenPal

What's your Tenacious D song?

Lynnette 8:24 AM

Tuesday, April 16

 

DREAM: Bill Patterson

I was in Europe traveling with my family, and Bill Patterson was in Florida living at his parents' house. I remember talking to him face-to-face and saying that we would see each other soon. I had a video camera and was filming him in a pool, asking him questions. Bill was a chubby little 12 year old kid wearing navy blue swim trunks. After a couple of questions, without answers from Bill, he giggled shyly and dove underwater, only to leave his butt hanging in the air to fart into the camera. Of course, I laughed hysterically. He swam away in the pool which was actually this huge fountain with levels and waterfalls, and obstacles, but shit it looked fun to swim in.

Lynnette 10:06 AM

Sunday, April 14

 

DREAM: Fuckin' X-Files, H.S. Algebra class, Wesley Willis at the Oscars

I fell asleep watching TV last night and apparently when the X-Files came on it started to give me those weird, "I shouldn't be here" and "This is evil" dreams, which I don't tend to enjoy. In my dream this couple had just bought a new apartment together in a really old building. They ran up the stairs to the third floor where the door was and went inside. They were so excited they started running down the hallway to see the rooms, but it ended up just being a huge hallway, with huge canvases of abstract art, about 10-15 feet tall, scattered down the hallway. The walls were painted skyblue, and at the end of the hallway, after half a mile of running, the girl stopped and realized she was scared to be there. There were black, sqaure buttons on the wall, and each time she pushed one and evil-sounding voice would say things like: "This has been disconnected." "You shouldn't be here" "This entire building is being rewired and there should be no one living here." Creepy shit. Then they called me and I went to investigate. I walked in the building, upstairs to their apartment, realized what was going on and got th hell out of there. I remember walking down the front steps, into a downtown area, and telling the couple, "There's definitely some negative energy in there you want to stay away from." If you saw X-Files, maybe this makes sense; I slept through the damned show (yawn).


I was in my high school algebra/pre-calculus class, sitting in the second desk, in the first row along the wall, near the door of the classroom. I got so bored that I decided to take a shower, despite the fact that all my classmates could see me. I really didn't care much about being nude. I took a shower, and even watched some of my classmates, who were now 27 and 28. I got done, and no one said anything about the shower. I remember thinking, Brad Buresh can see my ass... hmm.. whatever. Then various people came up to me, who knew my name and I ddin't know theirs.


I went to the Oscars ceremony with my mom. the ceremony of which was not to exciting. Although instead of a lot of speeches, and the like, there were mostly musical numbers. Shakira, and other shitty Latina artists did the grand finale. I decided it was time to leave. On the way out the door a HUGE black man (if you've ever seen Wesley Willis in person you KNOW what I'm fucking talking about...headbutt me!) was at the door and tried to shove a stack of CDs at me. I sorta peeked and when I saw they were 311 CDs I said loudly, "NO, they suck!" This of course pissed W.W. off and he came after me, pushing me, and then threw a book at my head: 1,000 Chairs, which is a reference design book consisting of, well, pictures of a thousand different chairs, oh and it's also about 4 inches thick. So I turned around and went inside to give W.W. back his 1,000 Chairs book, and explain to him that I didn't mean anything by it and to apologize for insulting the band he was promoting. When I found him he just pushed me around again and traded me 2,000 Chairs (which does not exist) for my 1,000 Chairs book. I remember trying to reason with him, and then realized he was totally nutso, so I grabbed my mom and started down the massive spiral staircase to high-tail it outta there. My mom was nearly at the bottom, so to catch up with her, I picked up my feet and leaned on the railing, sliding all the way to the bottom. When I reached the bottom, I stood up and a woman, sliding down the same way, ended up on her face in the mud, obviously ruining her formal gown (did I mention I was just wearing jeans and chuck taylors??). I helped her up and discovered it was Liza Minelli, and she was toasted.

Lynnette 7:54 AM

Friday, April 12

 

Went to the Elbow show with Aaron on Monday. Check out his pictures!

Lynnette 9:50 AM

 

Speaking of Kill Rock Stars, Unwound has unwound. (Thanks to Brian Kozisek) Also, check out my links, lots of updates, et al.

Lynnette 8:25 AM

 

There seems to be some distress somewhere in the world that there are external causes to the apparent lack of dream journal entries, as of late. This is not the case. The truth of the matter is I fell asleep watching Change of Heart and forgot to take my vitamins. "Kill Rock Stars" is still my favourite "record label".

Lynnette 8:24 AM

Thursday, April 11

 

DREAM: Toilet paper

My sleeping patterns have been changed recently due to a new habit, which I hope stays around for awhile. Therefore, my dreams are outta whack! Last night all I remember dreaming about was finding a 4-pack roll of peach-coloured toilet paper. I saw it across the room, ran and picked it up and kissed the package. I remember saying something like, "Thank GOD, I finally have toilet paper!"
I think this dream can be considered a "stress" dream, since I ran out of toilet paper yesterday.

Lynnette 8:49 AM

Wednesday, April 10

 

I just lost a bet:
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start
Not Select, Start?!

Lynnette 9:43 AM

 

DREAM: RACE, ART FAGS

Here's a dream I forgot to post from about two weeks ago. I had to jot down notes in order not to forget the details. Reading these fragments I still have the dream intact in my mind, I'm just so very tired that I don't have to energy to edit. "Enjoy" if you can.

in race... one thousand people... 500 men 500 women... obstacles.... swmming large part of it.. floating maze, which moved as you walked... you had to hit the little shredded pieces of paper.. or at least follow the path of them... i remmber having a map and using it at one point, leaving many of them behind.. near end i was wimming.. me and one man.. we talked he was nice.. then i saw a row of trees graduated in hight, along the shore... and knew it was finish linei took off swimming at full speed... and reached the last tree.. which was the finish... i was beaming.. and let myself fall to the ground, arms open, onto my back.. i could see everyone running down, cheering from the stands... my grandpa was there and my dad, and my family... i didn't know who to hug first... for first prize in the contest i won $500... i visited w/ fam...later, went out with friends to a crowded bar... across the room i saw some guys i knew.. one of them i had dated before.. and knew he had an art exhibit coming up...i kept trying to tell him i won the contest but he was ignoring me...

Lynnette 9:38 AM

 

Bed at 4am, awake at 8:08am to ensure my car didn't get a ticket. Elbow Tuesday night, very good, Pete Yorn left much to be desired. Missed seeing an out of town friend by probably a couple of feet, and maybe 5 minutes. He was at one bar, I was at the other. Neat. We'll always have Empire Strikes Back, twice. Do you even read this?
Check out pictures at elasticheart.com. Number 34 & 45 are of me; not flattering but the camera does not lie.

Lynnette 9:32 AM

Monday, April 8

 

Charlie Ludwig, Jeremy Dobson, Veteran's Hospital

I dreamt that me and a bunch of friends were hanging out, and this guy Charlie was there; we were all around 12 or 13. He was doing fine, until one day he was struck and killed by a car. His parent's were so distraught that two months later they replaced him with a girl named Cindy. Only thing is, she looked exactly the same as Charlie, except she was a blonde. I played on the swings with Cindy for awhile, then went and found his parents. I told them that they were lucky because this was actually Charlie. There's no way you could create a 12 year old girl this smart. She had acquired so much knowledge in the short time she had existed that I concluded that there could only be one explanation: she had Charlie's brain.

I was the office, waiting for a phone call from someone. It was a David Lynchian type of waiting; the scene cuts to you, you look pensive, and the phone rings, you didn't expect it to, but you're not surprised. Anyway, the Veteran's Hospital called to tell me that Jeremy Dobson (a contracted inspector I work with at my day job) had been visciously shot in the neck by a criminal on the street; he was being held in room 430-DD. As they told me, I could see the scene re-enacted in my head, just as if I were watching a movie. I rushed to the hospital with a girl Jeremy and I both knew. When we got to the room, the doctor was leaning over him, giving his last rites. The girl and I started crying and went over to his bed. He stood up and I could see he was genuinely relieved to see someone there. I gave him a huge hug, and he put his arms around me. He told me how happy he was that I was there, that it felt good to have my arms around him. When I looked up at him, I could see the bullet would in his neck was starting to heal, leaving only green and yellow bruises were the hole had been. I told him I loved him, then left, knowing everything was okay.

The girl and I started toward the south side of the hospital. It was getting late so we stopped to sleep on a bunk bed we found in a dark hallway. We argued about who would have the bottom bunk, then realized we weren't tired so we stayed up to talk on the top bunk. There was a public bus, about the size of a bicycle that was driving itself up the side of the bunks, then across the top bunk, then slowly fell over the side into a large box filled with styrofoam peanuts. I remember feeling scared I was going to get hit by the bus, even though it was smaller than me. We continued outside, where it was raining heavily, and there were small ridges of ice on the sidewalk where the rain had dripped off the awnings of the hospital and had froze. The hospital, and all the buildings in the area were a faded beige colour, like a public school, and the ground surrounding the hospital looked like a muddy field. There was a slight incline to the sidewalk so we had to keep resting, trying doors in the building. After trying several doors we came upon an A.A. meeting. (It was the Veteran's Hospital, after all). There were so many people there, and it was so smoky that no one could hear us ask for directions. There was a little boy in a shirt with a 'B' on it that almost fell down a steep flight of stairs, but at the last minute a hand came out from nowhere and picked up him. Looking up I realized it was his dad, and he would be okay.

Lynnette 9:27 AM

Sunday, April 7

 

The day is getting closer. I have plans to see a friend from my past, and am very much looking forward to the whole weekend. Sort of a reunion, mixed with a handful of shows, kareoke, and a road trip. Nettie is very excited. Hopefully there will be no bulldogs on the loose. ;)

Lynnette 4:28 PM

Friday, April 5

 

DREAM: Tornadoes, Tornadoes, Tornadoes, and a white bra

Each year around tornado season I get a little edgy. Not necessarily on the surface, but my subconscious goes wild, and my dreams usually contain come tornado theme, or fear of tornadoes. Well, last night was my first, I'm sure there are more to follow.

I was in a building that had slanted floors, taking a multiple-choice-fill-in-the-bubble test with some people. The atmosphere was extremely casual, joking around and the like. After the test, I walked outside with a group of people, chatting away. I looked up at the sky, which I try to do as often as possible. Directly above us was this black, I'm talking black, wall cloud that zigzagged above us from a point far behind us, and far in front of us across the sky. It was looming, amazing, scary. Everyone had their own agenda. I felt the urge to run to my car and peel out, head for home. I decided the wind was picking up to quickly to go anywhere. I left my car and started walking somewhere. A junkie with an afro came up to me, tried to stab me with a pocket knife, I dodged him and sped up to a jog. Jogging uphill I felt the wind getting hard, and pieces of dirt were hitting my face. I saw an armoire and hopped inside, hoping it would protect me from the weather. The wind howled, and picked up the armoire, which then crashed and I passed out. I woke up laying on my side, still inside the armoire, or rather what was left of it. I looked out and saw damaged, ruined houses and heard myself scream. I walked back to my car and realized that it was still where I had left it, and the junkie didn't steal my CD player out of the glove box.

I was in a dressing room, in only my underwear, and I kept trying on a white bra, over and over again. What the fuck?

Lynnette 9:14 AM

Thursday, April 4

 

DREAM: Jerry Matthers, Jedi Knight

Another dream from the neighborhood dream vault:
"oh and since your the dream queen thought i'd share this with you this is just a snipet from a bunch of weirdo shit i was dreaming last night but i had this whole segment of watching old leave it to beaver clips with the voices of jerry mathers, hugh beaumont, barbara billing sly, and tony dow only they were basically speaking dialogue from star wars...beavers mom was discussing the force with him and asking him if he felt things before they were going to happen, and he was like gee mom whats the force? and had that dumb-ass beaver look and ward came in and said i've told you beavers too old for training. anyway it was awesome...
later
-steve"

Lynnette 1:07 PM

 

Much too tired. Can only think about TV show Small Wonder. Okay, why the neighbors never questioned the fact that the little girl always spoke in a monotone, robotic voice has been beaten to death. What I want to know is, why didn't they ever wonder why she was wearing that same damned red dress and white frock all the time!?!? I understand that certain episode plotlines required the robot to change into different outfits, however, when she was not wearing an episode-specific costume she was always in that dress. This is one of the things that is taking up space in my brain right now. Think about that.

Lynnette 10:08 AM

Wednesday, April 3

 

Nothing.

Lynnette 9:17 AM

Tuesday, April 2

 

This crazy guy in town has a website to upload is obsessive photographic habits. Plato Chan caught me shying away from the camera on July 28, 2001.

Lynnette 12:37 PM

 

DREAM: David Byrne, Apple Crisp

I had a dream I went to a performance art show with David Byrne, from the Talking Heads. He was very tall, slight, and wore a light gray suit. The entire time we were together he didn't say one word, rather he gave typical David Byrne looks to answer questions and respond to my end of our conversations. We sat in metal folding chairs in a room, with pale-coloured tiles; not unlike that of an elementary school auditorium, but much smaller and with ceilings of regular height. We watched a couple of people perform, but I don't remember any sounds. Then I was supposed to give a performance: I went up on stage with several people around me, in case I needed help. I was making apple crisp. I had all the ingredients (sliced apples, brown sugar, melted butter, white sugar, oatmeal), but I was mixing them on the stage with a palette knife used for oil painting. After I mixed all the ingredients I used the palette knife to scrape in onto a plate. I heard clapping, then I was sitting down next to David Byrne in the audience. He looked at me again, but said nothing, then we both faced forward and watched the rest of the show.

Lynnette 12:34 PM

Monday, April 1

 

DREAM: Traveling by train, Counting cats

I dreamt I was traveling across the country by train (something I have never done, but have always wanted to). The train cars were open, and fairly silent. It whisked along the tracks, and I could hang my head out and look over the bridges we crossed, down into the ravines, and rivers below. One area we crossed looked exactly like the Platte River, except the river itself was miles wide. I saw hikers walking on the ground below, but wondered how they would get across the river. I floated above the train and outside of it, and saw that there was a hidden pathway constructed from wood that traveled under the railroad tracks, but was constantly in danger of being flooded by the river. The hikers just had to take their chances.

We stopped now and then at different houses, to pee, refuel, eat, etc. One time we stopped at this house, off in the woods, situated on the side of a mountain, so the front yard was covered in evergreens, and overrun with old roots that made great stepping levels, and hiding games. It reminded me a lot of the camp site we had in the Rockies when I was a wee lass. The woman who lived in this house had hundreds of cats. If you stood in the front yard of this house, and looked North, there was the river, the railroad track to the left a bit, and now it was almost flush with the level of the river. In the river, floating right next to the track was long strips of jute mats, about a foot wide, but miles in length, trying to reach across the river. The cats started to run down the jute mats, one after another, lining up. Then I was asked to count them, from the beginning. I counted 26 or 27 with shots, then she wanted me to count the rest, of which there were hundreds. Thankfully she accepted an estimate and said she would charge me $6.95 to take care of them all, so they wouldn't be put to sleep, or given away. That sounded reasonable, so I paid and we took off to the next destination.

Lynnette 9:10 AM