Saturday, June 27, 2015

I dreamed we lived in a homeless encampment outside of Rome. We had adopted two older mute people as our grandparents. We were all dirty and hungry. Dust storms whipped by. Then out of nowhere I found an infant wailing in a bush. We had to adopt her, I guess, because nobody wanted her. But how could we feed her? It was rough. We named here "Eccezione Vita," and things went on.


I dreamed we were down by my in-laws house near Tuckerton, nice suburban place expansive, big yards, on a golf course. We were all inside yakking. Then my son disappears. Did he go outside? Nobody knows for sure. I run screaming out into the streets, and I hear a distant wailing. I finally find him after some minutes of frantic search between yards, trapped in some kind of webbing a neighbor had hung out in their backyard.


Wednesday, April 08, 2015

I dreamed we were heading up to Mass for a giant family reunion (my wife's side) at one of these seafood-kinda joints on the water. My son was wandering into the road, and I plunged in to grab him at the last second.

Regarding Jim Teacher himself: at some point back in the day, I realized I could create this persona, this anarchic being,  this Lord of Misrule. He could drink all the beer, and say all the things my real-life persona couldn't say, and do all the things my real-life persona couldn't do, and dance all night every night to music only he could hear. But these anarchic spirits are tough to live with, dude, over the long haul, and it's even tougher to "split off" one aspect of yourself and let it simmer as its own separate being.

Ah, well.

Monday, March 02, 2015

I dreamed I bought a Nissan motorcycle. I didn't even know Nissan made motorcycles. It was red and steel gray and awesome. I drove it to a funeral I was supposed to attend, which was at this cave-like mausoleum kind of place that glowed a luminous green. They were like catacombs, really, with saints' bones throughout, talismans. I drove the motorcycle around the crypt really fast.


I dreamed I left my son in the car briefly. It was night, and I was running across the street to a fire station to have a chat with the chief. The lights of the station lit everything up. I could see my son in the car across the way, and he was agitated. Then some lady came running up and pounding on the windshield, trying to get him out, like he was in danger. I dashed over to the car.


I dreamed I adopted a young Asian kid. I was trying to walk with him and my young son through this hilly section of town. They were not cooperating.


I dreamed that a bunch of hyenas had gotten loose in our town. Folks on the town's Internet forum were all talking about it. The hyenas were running amok! Chaos! They wore weird green and purple masks in an effort to make us think they were deer. They weren't doin anything particularly bad, but still, they were hyenas. I tried to get some people to come up with some makeshift nets to catch the hyenas, then we ran after them. Hopeless.