ohhh...

i could give an excuse as to why i have not written anything for today... even though i'm the one who suggested the deadline...

Next meeting

Is Sunday still going to work for people, or should we think about a different day? This week I'm available Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday afternoon/evening, Thursday-Saturday after 9pm, and Sunday. Also, we should still try to get in touch with Caroline and Kyle.

8/2/07

I was with my mom at some hotel. She was doing some job that I can't remember. There was a man there whose job was to test a mechanical alligator suit that crawled through water and chomped.

I was with a group of people, two of whom were brothers (either Ben and Abe Marder or Olin and Lawrence Valby). For some reason ther older one wanted to kill the younger one, and there might have been something else they wanted to do up at the railroad tracks, so we went there. I got there early and there was a train departing. I helped a young woman carry her stuff on board. I think there was a different person we had to kill. The older brother shot him and he stood there mangled but still alive. Some older obnoxious person was making some sarcastic comment to the dying man, and I became the dying man for a moment. I felt an intense headache approaching in the back of my neck. Then I was trying to get the older brother not to kill the younger brother. I said that I couldn't stop them from doing anything, but I wouldn't be a part of it.

6/11/06

I was wearing a wierd, sort of bright denim coat. I was discussing it with my mom and some other people, and they said it was alright for certain contexts, but I might not want to wear it otherwise. We were walking down the hall of a musuem (UArts galleries?), to an installation by Matt Mitchell (my boss at the library work study job). It was kind of dark, and very striking orange. There were a few short Asian women there in costumes with their faces and necks painted orange. Their heads looked very round. On the way out, someone motioned for me to go into another installation. It had a glass door, and it was dark inside. When the door was opened this floating black substance drifted out. Inside, it was terrifying. There was this intensely loud, scary music playing, and a path surrounded by dark, ominous debris and shrubbery. It was too much for me to take. I must have spent only a few seconds inside.

two small ones from the past

5/21/03
I dreamed a sentence last night and then dreamed that I wrote it on my hand. This morning my hand was empty.

The sentence started with the name Dirijeri, except that the r's were a Greek letter.

6/9/03

repeated thoughts, dreams. Half asleep this morning I dreamed of eating a bowl of peanuts. I finally told my dream-self that I could take them to go. I sat up in bed.

Soap Opera

I had a thought that maybe the dreams could constitute episodes of a soap opera, since we already have the TV as a central symbol. This would make the dreams more concrete and easier to write, since there would actually be dialogue and drama. Maybe a soap opera musical? Then the television clips that are shown could be advertisements?
Maybe the dreamer character is a shut-in for some reason- either she simply stays inside dreaming and watching tv or she is confined to one room by an outside force. We had talked about the sort of claustrophobic quality of certain dreams where there is some kind of danger outside and the only way to be safe is to stay inside. I know it sounds kind of corny, but maybe the dreamer's connection with the tv and her dreams is a way of fantasizing about the outside world.
The beginning of a dream could be the detective's knock on her door: an intruder from outside bringing her into a world of intrigue.
Is there a way to justify the Greek, or "gothic" chorus within this idea? Does it have to be justified?

Just some thoughts. Think what you will of them.

truth machine

In a couple of weeks I am starting a new job, it is 2nd shift, Wednesday through Saturday, so my free times will be:
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday

I am also working with a photographer in Easthampton 10 to 15 hours a week, as of yet, undesignated. So, not a ton of time, but those days a wide open for the moment.

I had another dream last night, i don't remember much of it, but it ended with my mom handing me an entomology book, which had a picture of the decidedly ashkenazic author in black and white on the cover. for some reason it made me very anxious when i woke.