Thursday, January 31, 2002

Getaway

I pulled up and hopped out of the Blazer, but left the engine running. This happened near a school I was driving to talking to a young girl. The blazer drives forward on it’s own. I try to run and jump in the open drivers side door, but the car is turning in a circle blocking me from reaching it. The blazer turns in a complete circle jumping the curb in the process, then it straightens out and drives across the lawn and through a street of shops. I chase after it and the blazer crashes into a shop. I enter the shop and it is a women’s clothing boutique. The blazer is crashed against the back wall but the racks of clothes are still upright and undisturbed.

Stacy came by holding hands in a row of girls, I try to duck under their arms but they break the chain. I think to myself that this had a meaning.

Thought a guy was wearing my old turquoise Chuck Taylor all stars, but his were covered with red marker as if he had tried to repaint them.

Friday, January 25, 2002

Every day is another adventure

I’m walking through a house and see a man having sex with two women next to an overturned mattress, the room is a mess with all types of porn scattered about the room.

I sneak out of prison and into a castle made out of boulders stacked up. There is an old woman that tries to alert whoever we’re hiding from. Then we’re in a bar that looks like a ski lounge. I take off my shoes and almost leave without them. As I’m going, I see a man putting on my socks.

I am on a snowy road and see Rubin drive by. There is a baby on a ledge.

Tuesday, January 22, 2002

Go time

A man I don’t know tells me to get ready. I trust him, the items and supplies I grab seem very important even through I grab clothes quickly at random. I’m packing quickly in a hotel room, it could be in the jungle. There are all kinds of flashlights and laterns on the dresser and ledges but none of them work.

Saturday, January 19, 2002

The hotel pool

I was riding a razor scooter through a hotel. A beautiful young woman passes me and I turn to follow her. As I’m checking her out, I wreck into a display rack of clothes. I get up and roll off in the opposite direction down a crowded hall. I am happy and not embarrassed. Then my handlebar knocks into a large shelves that rolls forward. Someone behind me yells, “Are you alright?” It is Jeff McKenize looking just like he did back in high school. Suddenly I am walking with him and Donald Littlejohn next to a pool, crowded with kids and people lying out. And I’m telling them how this is the pool that I come to every time that I come to Disney. Then I contort myself to lay on my back on the scooter and roll along looking up at them. It should be an impossibly awkward move, but I make it effortless and go on talking. I tell them I don’t know why we came to this pool, there are too many kids here. And that there are beautiful women at the Royal Caribbean hotel. But that the hottest chicks anywhere are at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino pool in Las Vegas.

Thursday, January 17, 2002

Crime fighter

I was Opie from the Andy Griffith Show. I was talking to Andy but don’t remember about what. Then I was trying to decide which one of five items to turn over to the FBI.

Sunday, January 6, 2002

New job

I was hanging out in Don’s new office which doesn’t actually exist in real life yet. It was swarming with cool arty types, some bustling about working on TV spots and others lounging around drinking coffee. It was an exciting place to be, bursting with the possibility of doing great work.

Saturday, January 5, 2002

An ocean of tears

On a beach. I am aware of Brooke being there, but don’t actually see her. At first, we’re in the ocean splashing around. I think we try to body surf. But the waves are too strong and overpower me. The beach is a built of tourist type place with tall wooden boardwalks built over huge sand dunes and oversized piers reach out over the ocean and acting as a network of bridges. Suddenly I am standing on a boardwalk alone. I am supposed to meet Brooke at an oil derrick structure. I find an Eiffel tower on the corner of a boardwalk and wait. Hours pass and she doesn’t show. So I go up a road to leave. As I do, I pass an actual pumping oil derrick, it’s arm still. I see Brooke walking away down another Boardwalk, she is wearing a frilling dress and carrying a large box. She may be crying. (I wake up thinking that I have already lost her.)