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 | dream journal9 nov 1998 Monday. Last night, I asked Tiffany to say something, anything. Something to keep in mind so I can take with me in my sleep. "Say something." I said. Tiffany said, "your going to the moon & your going to skate." She had said that I was going to be an astronaut and that I was going to skate the outer crater of the universe. I don't remember her exact words. ............................................................ I am standing in some strange white man's mansion. The man looks concern and worried. He has just adopted some asian boy who he can't get through to. No communication, I guess. I believe there's a language barrier. I try to talk to the boy in Vietnamese. I stutter some stuff but i think I'm confusing. I barely know what I am trying to say. I am told that this mansion has an outside type ot art gallery. Supposedly, the mansion holds some of the worlds famous sculptures artifacts done by well renowned masters. I see myself holding a baby. I am standing in front of a beautiful piece. I'm not sure what it does. I look around and everything is so amazingly beautiful. All of sudden, I witness some sounds. A chyme like effect. An echo so soft & so loud. I remember being overwhelmed... I'm wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I am outside a grey-white warehouse type building located in an empty field. I am looking for something but not exactly sure what. A sled-like flying contraption lands in front of me. I can best describe it as Santa's sled but minus the reindeers and it's not as fancy. I recognize Ron Chatman. He looks at me and asks whether i want to go. I decline. I wanted to but I had other plans. I was actually afraid of what & where he was going. "It's cool, I understand", he said. I look up in the sky as he hovers and flies away into the sky. I look far and see thousands of hot air ballons in the sky. They all seem to be heading in the same direction. I recall everything being grey. Lori D. Lori D then appears. She is heading out somewhere too but I am not sure where. Her flying contraption is different from Ron's I can best describe it as some saucer/hang glider/??? almost Jetson-like. It holds only two people. I ask whether I can go. I am now inside with Lori am so excited. SO very excited. We are cruising high above trafflc and along side others. I recall a Barbie type produce truck passing in front of us. Lori D. is busy navigating and misses it. I scream, "did you see that?" Lori D. is confident but is a tad concerned about her navigating skills. We hover up and down motionless. We then hover low over someone's backyard. This backyard is full of fruit trees. Peaches, pears, guava's, apples, cherries and other's I have no name for. Right then, I hear a faint voice scream uncontrollably, "damn, they have cherries!" Lori D. aims for peach tree as I try to grab onto a basketball size peach. It is so goddamn big! I have no grip as I bear hug this peach. I almost ripped the whole branch off. Lori D. and I decide to take another chance. We are on land now. I go straight for the cherry tree. I find one tennis size cherry on the grass. I go for the one on the ground because I know would hate to find people in my backyard picking my fruit off my tree. I remember looking at the cherry up close. I notice a slight blemish. I didn't care. I take one bite. Next, I am looking for a water hose. My hands are dirty from the cherry I had just ate. There's tar llke stuff on my hand and face. I recall thinking it poop. I guess the owner had tried to use tar to scare away the theives from stealing his fruits. we are now on our way again. I see that Lori D. is overly concerned about the storm ahead. She knows we can make it through the eye of the storm but she is worried about my safety. It is going to be cold and wet. I remember that I'm not well dressed. I decide that we have to land. We both are by some building. I see someone who I thik is some bully girl I knew ten years ago from school. She approaches and looks at me. We exchange words and how much each has changed. She then goes on to show us her room. I recall noticing the walls and how the colors come out. I see lot's of yellow and pink. There's a long hallway leading to the end where her dorm like room is at. We head back through the hallway. I come across another room. In the room I find my little sister. She supposedly is dorming there too. I'm excited that she's here. I ask to see if she has anything warm or waterproof to wear. I see three raincoats hanging in her closet. I grab dwo and thank her. We are on our way out now back to the flying contraption. But before, we stop at a restroom. Lori D. ogoes int othe available stall. I'm outside the restroom waiting. I have in my hand what looks like my tea maker. I can't seem to figure out how to use the darn thing. I remember thinking it was some type of humidifier. We are now on our way out. I see a sticker machine. I pull Lori D. in and tell her about the stickers. Lori D. has a few dollars. We then pose for three different shots. I got my thumbs up in the first. The second, i'm pulling off a sad pose. And the third, the camera catches us off guard. We have so much fun laughing at the stickers we had just made. All this time, there's some little kid hounding me about my bag of candy i have in my right hand. I tell him he can have whatever he wants but he can't have my guitar picks. Lori D. and I suddenly appear in the aircraft again. I see Lori D. fiddling with a compass. I look ahead. I see a huge storm. Dark & grey. There's some type of flying toy-device hovering inside our capsule. We both laugh because we can't figure out how to work it. All-n-all it is very futuristic. I'm in a room. It is not very well lit. Tiffany is on a bed with a polaroid camera. I look back and she takes a polaroid of me. I grab the picture and see that it is of me with her arm holding a plastic/toy steak. We both laughed. written by van |
