Archive for May, 1993

dream: 5/22/93

Posted in Short Stories, Writing on May 22nd, 1993 by (contact)

Last night I had a dream (actually today-night):
Mom, Joe, Jess and I were driving on the back steets of Atlantic City. This guy w/blonde hair and a blonde moustache was beating on his dog. (The dog had a huge boner + every time the guy would try to hit the dog it grabbed it’s dick and stood on 3 legs. Oh yeah and the paw turned into a hand) The guy was hitting the dog w/a batand most of the time the dog dodged the bat. Anyway we saw this and I asked mom if we could hit the guy and she said, “sure!” We swereved at him but missed he flipped and jumped onto the back of the car (I was eating blue cotton candy) also jess and I were in the back and then he jumped on and we were in the front anyway I said, “You bastard!”. (This was after he had swung at the front windshield and cracked the window) So I took a swing at him but I missed and he swang w/his bat. We drove around w/him on and his mut trying to run w/him. After he fell off the dog changed from a doberman to a big curly dog and I think that we were home or something I woke up at 3 o’clock after this and went back to sleep

dream: 5/12/93

Posted in Short Stories, Writing on May 12th, 1993 by (contact)

Last night I had a dream that Jason Cole was in the Lemonheads and the band was starting out in NYC. I went to one of their show, club dark and misty, saw a fat lady on stage. After the show I was talking to him and he explained that the fat lady was Mrs. Robinson and we talked for a while and went outside into the city.

When I woke up…
I realized that the dream was impossible because Jason was not really a Lemonhead, the Lemonheads started in Boston and Mrs. Robinson was thin. But it all seemed to real. I was confused to say the least.

dream: 5/6/93

Posted in Short Stories, Writing on May 6th, 1993 by (contact)

Last night I had a dream – The whole dad family (dad, Cathy, Jess, Hélène, Ian, Catie and Christie) was vacationing in Hawaii. I’m pretty sure that most of the day I was just hanging out by myself. I think I met one chick and when I saw her some stuff fell out of my bag, mostly dirty socks. But anyway Cathy picked me up and we all went to get my father who was working. After we picked him up Cathy decided she wanted a margarita so I said I’d walk back to the hotel or whatever we were staying in. Dad said no we argued I said let me go there’s a thunderstorm coming I love to be in them. He said I know but it’s dangerous so he drove everyone home and I went to bed but he followed and I was on top of a bunk bed. He was laying next to me and trying to talk then I woke up.