My exciting life, this place
My dreams. I’ve been writing them down since 1991 or so, and they range from mundane to bizarre, as most people’s do.
Watching a golf course. It’s small and everything is close together. People are hitting balls from one hole to another.
Riding my bike, up a series of hills. I pull on the handlebars, and the right one comes up. I tighten it and ride onto the street. Go into a mall, get off the bike and start running to the other side. We’re racing-go up some stairs, down a ramp, and up another set of stairs to the end.
Painting the walls and ceiling in the living room. Two guys are doing it and it’s not complete. They’re going all the way around, and it’s splotchy. Walk back to the corner and it’s beautifully textured. I’m quite impressed and say that Erika’s going to love it.
Watching for a boat to come into view/dock. Walk along the shore looking past the breakwater. See a few boats coming in.
At the gym, working on weights. I’m adjusting my bench press weights. Do a huge amount for one rep. Go outside to get a run in. Some people are out on the track. Start a sprint.
Sitting in some guy’s office talking about a rock climbing competition in Venice and how he would’ve won with better partners. I say I can climb, but it’s been a while. They ask about levels and I say rock. I show them how much of an overhang I can handle.
At some festival, wandering around. We leave to go home, walk down a path and to a busy intersection. Erika wants to go to a science thing. I don’t have a shirt on, so we turn around so I can get my shirt.
On a walkway/landing, there’s a big event. Look at all the different things going on on my tablet. Metallica is playing, then Anthrax and Slayer, all at the same time. I’m getting excited. Some band is in front of me and they start in. One guy plays a simple riff (ZZ Top?) and asks if anyone in the audience can play it. Some guy gets up and does it, but sort of stiff. I comment on it. The guy on stage asks for anyone else and no one wants to-he asks for a vote, and I call out that I’ll do it, just to make it a choice. I go up to the stage, they hand me a white Les Paul, I ask for a pick and do the riff without going to the amp.
Driving with some girl. We’re in her cute Fiat, going down some valley. She’s talking about how the gears are really finicky. We go faster across the flat, and up the other side. It gets really steep and we have to back up. Get back down, and walk across the street to a park.
At work? There’s an odd machine for taking care of fish. We get it working and there are two fish in the tank at the bottom. I ask about feeding them, as the machine drops flakes into the tank. I get back to work, looking through a bunch of folders. Kitty from the 70’s show?! is looking over me, yelling that I’m not doing any work and what does my boss know. I continue looking through the folders.
Waiting for the school bus. Get in line, and people are shoving. Two guys start shoving each other, and the bus driver kicks them off. We get off to watch them, but it’s over and the short guy is laid out. We get back on, and one girl is complaining about vision problems. I try to help her, and she gets better and sits down. She plays with herself, I go sit next to her. We get off the bus and we go find a place to do it. We walk around a bunch-up and down stairs, through the gym. They call my name for homeroom. I go find it and there’s a bunch of people there. I walk to the back and get a seat. They have a bunch of sweet wine in a long bottle. I shake it up and it’s 1/5th air. Take a bit and pour it on the table, go to light it. A bunch of guys come to do it too.
looking at a lot on top of a cliff, imagine the type of house to go there. Walk into a restaurant and Tom Hanks is taking orders.
Walk into church with Linda F. Watch everyone-we’re in another room. They’re still up and moving around. Suddenly everyone stands and starts clapping for Linda. I whisper for her to stand up.
Talk to an old man about civil war. He says 30 years ago there could’ve been one. I think back and say the L.A. riots are the only thing, I was there, and there wasn’t enough broad based support to sustain an insurrection. He starts mumbling and I ask him to speak up and he says wait. I go over to a platform and start messing with a server-moving it so the keyboard can stand up. I push and the Christmas lights come on. The old man says that’s it, I let go, and they go back off. They come on again when I hold them. I say. “OK, I’ll stay here like this forever.” Finally get the server and keyboard balanced.
skiing, it’s dark. Look up at the sky and enjoy the stars, a bunch of meteors fly by like a river. Go to the ticket office and flirt with the cashier. Ski over to the gondola and get in-it’s odd, turns over and I’m lying on my back. A family gets in and has the same problem.
Wrestling the Rock. Go all around the ring.
playing with some band, all set up. Play a little and my neck breaks. Sit and watch, then start to put away my stuff.
Walking through a field, there’s a cabinet that has acid and dope underneath. There’s a bunch of people hanging out and talking. Walk up to it and grab something. Walk away and a couple of guys come up and try to arrest me. I push them away and they go into the next field. I throw a glass pipe at them. It breaks and goes through their neck and kills him. I leave.
Trying to get across town. Walk down the street, decide I’m going the wrong way, turn around and go another way.
Walking past a park, someone is flying 3 single lines paired up. They get them up, then they come apart. They do it through some trees, and around. After a couple of times, I tell them they need to make the turns at exactly the same time.
Walking with Matt to our new apartment. It’s really close to mom, and I tell Matt she’ll freak out. An enormous plane comes overhead, and circles. Mom comes over and yells at us.