Some ideas

-The premise is a murder investigation, the murderer presumably being the crazy lady on the tv screen, the murdered being perhaps a child or an adult man.
-All the neighbors have their own two cents, and they state it for the record, then become part of the narrating and commenting Greek chorus, which backs them up with repetition of the last line, a la Baroque opera. They say things like "omg" and "jfc" (jesus fucking christ).
-There is a speaking baby who becomes something of a prophet. Maybe the baby becomes possessed.
-Someone wakes up suddenly in the dark and turns on the tv.
-A family on vacation comes to town and swims in the singing bog. This bog is also somewhat prophetic.
-You get the idea that something bad is going on, and these tapes of the crazy lady keep turning up.
-The crazy lady becomes like a god, manipulating everyone who sees her, without even existing in the flesh. Turns out she may not be all that crazy. Just twisted and malicious.
-Someone becomes the lady's slave, through the someone's devotion to the tv screen and deadly fear of the lady.
-The Greek chorus shouts at the characters things like "don't do it!" and makes sound effects.
-Creatures from another world parade around in menacing ways.
-The horror and the tension build to a surprising, passionate climax!

4/29/06 (I have a feeling this one is a keeper)

There was a crazy woman who was stalking a married man. She made a videotape for him of her talking about how she was going to kill each of his children: she was going to cut strips of their skin off all the way around their bodies, and the older the kid, the more strips. The first one to fall victim was the youngest, a toddler, who got two strips. The tot was found lying naked, face down on the floor, which was splattered with blood. On the way to the hospital it was discovered that the child might not be dead after all.
My mom and I and maybe some other people took a trip down to the place where this happened, maybe to try to investigate, or maybe just to visit. We felt like we were putting ourselves in danger- that there was a killer out there somewhere and he (or she) might come after us.
We were at a bog where some people were swimming. The water was somewhat clear, but it made your skin look wierdly florescent, "like a ghost," someone said, to which someone else replied "no, it's really good." The bog was singing sort of a high pitched drone. It was ominous.

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July 4th
Finally Dreamy again. The first dream was the usual searching, straining, trying to read the spray paint marks on the pavement. I woke, got up and peed.
The second dream wnded with grandpa DeBoer putting away a dump truck in the garage. My dad complained about all the junk in there. I mentioned that grandpa Salem had managed to fit a crane in the garage. Dad leaned over and grimaced, knocking a tarp off a small white snowmobile. I laughed. "are you gonna keep this one? brawwwww!!!(the sound of it's small eight horsepower motor) Grandpa Deboer stayed silent and raised his eyebrows.

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okay, i guess this will work. i am going to write out what i put in my journal, word for scratchy word:
An evolutionary dream :
Bad spirit invading the town, the hill towns. Small apartment. My dad speaking with some one about the happenings. As he speaks of birth I step into an old haunted room, a small room, my first room. I step out, as if to demonstrate birth. He nods with sad eyes.
We move to the hill towns in hopes of fiding (safety?). but they are worst haunted. The few people left rapidly change into evil, invaded by spirits.
we go back to shelburne. the police are squinty-eyed and weary. There are few people left and the spirits are strong.
We go to the city and the spirits are strong. Then we've gone very far, to a strange city where everything is familiar - playstations, tv's children. we seem to be at home though not at our home. Then slowly, what was right and good starts turning. the spirits have followed us, or they were always there.
there is a kernel. i start a song, or it plays on a record, "taking a chance on love." i start to sing and to dance, and the spirits sigh in relief. She is filled with happiness and sings. The room, which was gothic and suburban, is realy comfortable and warm. We sing.

Last night

I was getting a tattoo from Tim, the guy who did my ampersand. I got some sort of orb on my back, and then he added this big airplane tattoo across my upper back. I looked at it in the mirror, and thought, well, I didn't really want this. But I guess there's nothing I can do about it now!

I also had a dream two nights ago that Josh Weinstein was gravely ill, and we were all at his house visiting. He was tall and skinny with dark hair though, and I was trying to remember if I knew him. We had dinner. Then there was an earthquake and I left trying to find my car and wondering if I could drive away when the ground was shaking and cracking up. I was thinking as I walked away, that Jacob was Jacob, but Avi's name was Lason in the dream, and they called him Lazy for short.

9/15/05

I was in my room in Buckland with my mom. The window was open and I was telling her how I don't like bugs to get in. Then I saw this wasp that was looking at a bird turn into a miniature bunny rabbit. I pointed it out to my mom, and she said "now all we need is for the penguin to turn into something," and I saw a miniature penguin standing closeby. We both laughed.

9/2/05

A small rock island off a Japanese coast with sea lions or penguins or something. A helicopter flying by playing a song called "HIV AIDS" sung by two African sounding voices. Divine and a fat John Waters in the water trying to catch the shit from the animals as it came out, and Divine diving down to eat the shit floating in the water, and saying "mmm, that was disgusting!"

Here it is...

Post your dreams here. And ideas and junk.

Love,

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