Saturday, December 20, 2003

Blue eyes

Having a drink with Frank Sinatra in a hotel room. I’m looking all over for a blank cassette tape to record me interviewing him. I don’t think to grab my camera and take a picture.

Saturday, December 6, 2003

That's a big assumption

At a lake house, a large group of people is having some kind of competition on the dock. A woman is trying to toss water from a bucket into a 2-liter coke bottle that is sitting on top of a stepladder. The water is splashing out and up but not over the bottle. I take the bucket and show her how to hold one had on the rim and one underneath and swing my arms back and then forward and up to give the water momentum. The bottle is moved to a picnic table on the porch against the front wall of the house. I notice that there is space between he wooden slates of the wall and if they throw the water, it will splash into the house. Through a closed window, I ask the woman that owns the house if it is ok if water gets inside.
Night falls and there has been a party in the house. Some people, myself included, are supposed to leave to sleep elsewhere. But for some reason we are not leaving and are working out sleeping arrangements. I assume one of the girls is going to take me to bed.

Friday, December 5, 2003

No, you go

I am cutting a small piece out of foam-core board. I carefully cut out a circle about the size of a coffee mug ring. It is a door for a dollhouse. But the dollhouse door should be square.

A girl is picked up for a date in a convertible. But it is not just a sports car, it is super ornate like an old carriage with two bench seats with plush velvet covering them.

I drive a semi into a gas station parking lot. I swing around to line up on the other side of the pumps. Another rig is behind me and one other pulls up just after me. I am nervous making the turn in this monster, so I let the 2nd truck go ahead of me because I’m afraid of hitting him. The trucker behind me is pissed because the etiquette is to stay in order and now he has to wait for an extra truck to fuel up before his turn, so it puts him behind schedule. I get out of the cab and the truck rolls backwards across the lot and into a creek. The perspective is weird, the truck doesn’t just seem to get smaller as it rolls further away, it actually does get smaller. I go to the water and grab the bumper of the truck and pull it out. The truck seems to be about the size of a large tree. But then it is back at the pump and I climb into the now normal-sized cab. I can’t find any kind of parking break, so I get out. There is a mini-fridge sitting in the middle of the parking lot. I assume it is for my truck so I can keep meal stored for a long haul. As I open the door, my truck rolls away again. I don’t go after it though, I am too impressed by the fact that there is a tiny tv on the inside of the fridge door.

Walking through the woods, I see a guy digging in a large barrel or oil drum. I walk up and see that it is full of bait, printed on the side in white stenciled lettering is a note about “use for fishing” There is a cabin nearby and I go in. There is another drum, this one is sealed. A man with a beard opens it. Is it the same man I saw outside? There are shrimp and fish maybe craps inside. I thought the guy would be frightening, but he is cool.

Thursday, December 4, 2003

Watch your back

I try to call two girls, but don’t get a hold of either one. One calls me back and one sends me an email. Her email is one line of about 6 rhyming nonsense words like goosey, loosey, suessy. Below that line is an email she forwarded to me that says her cell phone battery is dead. It was originally sent to a bunch of names I don’t recognize.
Drive up to a house, but there are no parking spaces on the street or driveway. So I park on the grass at the end of the drive with the front of my car at angle facing the street. I hang out with my Jersey buddies inside. I leave the house and the front of my car has been stolen. It looks like someone tried to strip the entire thing, but ran off in the middle of the job. I start yelling and cursing that I will never park in Blair’s shitty neighbor again. I worry about calling the insurance company and getting a rental.

Go to see a movie. Walk into theater and there are two screens on opposite sides with seats sloping towards each. I walk down the aisle to the left and find a group of random guys I know from high school and my college fraternity. One guy (Jason Black?) is lying on the floor under a blanket or unzipped sleeping bag. He is smoking a joint. A few frat brothers are seating in the row behind him with a blanket throw across their laps and chests. I take the seat on the end of the row and pull the edge of the blanket over me.
Walking through the hall of a castle or fortress. A man is ahead of me and another walks besides me talking. He says that if you can’t kill your enemy, let other countries hate him so they do the job for you, now he can’t leave the country without being arrested. I’m not sure if he is talking about the man ahead of us. We walk out into the street. Military men patrol in Humvees and cop cars. They are in riot gear hanging off the vehicles. One team of them wears white shorts with their uniforms. We walk into a courtyard or dock area. A leader asks for volunteers for an elite squad that will undergo dangerous situations. One guy asks in a smart-ass way if they’ll get higher pay. The leader says no and puts the guy in his place. But no one volunteers. I run down a stone ramp and jump into the water to climb onto a motorboat sitting at a dock. I realize I could have just walked down the dock and stepped on. But a boy on the boat leans out and tells me that they can only pick me up at the dock across the bay. There is a man driving the boat, he doesn’t speak.

Playing pool in a bar. A girl and I trade glances and flirt. We want to leave to hook up but can’t because of the group we are with.

Walking along on a snow-covered sidewalk next to a frozen lake. I see a sled sitting on the ice. There is a rail or fence there but I slip through to get the sled. The ice is too thin at the edges of the lake and I fall through up to me knees. The sled starts to sink underwater, but I grab it and pull it ashore.

Wednesday, December 3, 2003

Bad episode

A father is talking to his son, it is Eric from “That 70’s Show” but the dad doesn’t quite look like Red (the father on the show.) He is grounded. Later, Red wants to make breakfast, but Kitty (the Mom) doesn’t want him to. Kelso says, “Come on, if Red wants to make a real Denny’s breakfast, what could go wrong?” Cut to the rest of the cast, Fez, Jackie, and Stephen sitting at a table. They have just finished eating and are completely drunk. Something in the food (the sauce on the Rooty-Tooty-Fresh & Fruity perhaps) was made with alcohol in it. They get up to leave and Fez bends over to lick syrup off his plate. As the leave, Stephen says, “Well, there’s food here, we should eat.” And they all sit down thinking they haven’t already eaten. Eric goes to find his Dad to tell what has gone wrong. He finds him in an alley outside a theater, where several people are getting ready to put on a play. His dad is in full stage costume with blue monster make-up and horns.