Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Stay off the road

Driving with a guy a don’t know, as he pulls into an intersection I see a car coming through the driver side window that is about to hit us. I yell “Watch out, we’re going to get hit!” but he doesn’t react. The car T-bones us, but we keep driving as if another car just didn’t plow into us.

I drop something or am looking for something along a curb and underneath a parked SUV I find two red Netflix envelopes with a DVD inside. Each has someone else’s name and address on the front.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Office Space

In a dull corporate office. I give a mouse sized character like a little man a memo to deliver but I also tell him that it’s ok if he needs to stop along the way to shoot up and I also hand him some kind of tube. Later, I find the tube empty and the memo wadded up on a window ledge. I think that I’m going to get in trouble if that message doesn’t get delivered. An older woman picks up the paper but instead of handing it to me, she throws it in trash. I think that I shouldn’t stoop to her level by bumping into her. But I do. As I reach into the trash and stand up again, I knock her in the head with my elbow and make a big deal out of apologizing, “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Then another older woman starts berating me. They both have white hair. Finally after listening to them go on for a while, I yell, “What do you have against me?!” And they both start nagging with a long list of grievances, something about not moving her desk over a few inches towards the filing cabinet.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Painted field

Julie and Leslie from high school are sunbathing on beach towels in the middle of a grassy field. I am moving paint and art supplies from the barn into the field.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Embarrassment

Walking through a small European town looking at all the crowded bars about one per block. One has an older crowd sitting on open air patio. One looks like an old world pub.
Camping in a remote wilderness. Dad finds a pair of my white jockey underwear hanging in a tree. He makes a joke of presenting them at the end of a big story in front of everyone when we get back.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Adventures

I’m judging the Miss (something random I can’t remember) Pageant and I have all the contestants join me to fight crime and solve a mystery.

Riding in the back of the Funke’s van back from a trip. I’m making out with a girl and although she’s hesitant to go further, we end up doing it parked in the driveway.

On stage with a southern rock/heavy metal type band. I am playing (pretending to play) an electric guitar that doesn’t have any strings. I’m jumping around, really trying to put on a show. BL is also on stage dancing. It is a huge show with a full band playing in front of a big stage show. There is a row of half naked back up dancers topless and wearing lingerie and there are also 2 or 3 couples of girls getting it on in beds on stage. In each couple, one girl straddles the other girl’s face while the girl lying down masturbates in rhythm to the music.

On a big wooden sailing shirt that crashes. I dive to the bottom looking to salvage material, but the wreckage is in bits. I just see tiny pieces of broken cds and shards of wood and other debris on the bottom.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Paparazzi

At a club, I’m given a camera to join a throng of photographers with camera flashbulbs popping taking pictures around Howard Stern. I jostle through the crowd trying to take good shots from interesting angles, but not necessarily of him. I walk to another room, a woman calls me over, which surprises me and the telephoto lens on my camera flies off and bounces onto the plush chair next to the one she’s sitting in. I sit down, trying to play it off. She ignores it or doesn’t notice. She is gorgeous and wearing a short skirt. She asks me where Jimmy Buffett is playing tonight. I say The Hideaway since I think that’s where he played last night. I make a self-deprecating comment that I should be so lucky and she says, actually I want you to ask me out.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Sex, Boat & Train

She is pinned up against the headboard. I’m on my knees with her legs over my shoulders.
I’m on a larger sailboat docked at a bar/restaurant and it’s taking on water. Langston and I are bailing but someone is standing on the dock with a waitress in a bar t-shirt. And we have to take this person across to the other side. It’s either a small river or lake with the private docks of houses and other bars all around. We try to sail the guy across but I can’t tell if the motor is working.

I see someone running across a parking lot and into a train engine. It is big and modern but still has a steam engine and stove to shovel coal into. I am in the cab of the train now instead. I look through a tall series of shelves looking for the cash box to steal. One drawer is full of electrical switches. The next one down contains value joint connectors for some mechanical function of the train. The third drawer I open is full of dimes and pennies. I debate whether it is worth grabbing as many as I can.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Go Cards

Going to a University of Louisville basketball game. I step up to the sink in a men’s room of the stadium and in the mirror I see that someone has scratched the word “Kentucky” into my forehead. The word is formed in blocky letters in while lines like a scratch or scar. There is no blood. I brush my bangs down with my hand to cover is up. Then I find out that another guy I was with has the word “Louisville” craved into his forehead the same way. I wonder if he was sleeping next to me and whoever did it was writing out the city and state side by side.

Those Meddling Kids

I’m in a bedroom with a small group of girls, we are trying to figure out who did it as if we were Scooby Doo and the gang in the mystery machine. The girls are picking up lingerie outfits with matching pieces. Each one is in red and black. The girls think that the woman who owns these is the culprit.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Adventure

I’ve been stranded in the ocean but swim to safety at a rocky shore.
I’m laying in bed naked watching a TV on a dressed against the wall across from the foot of the bed. I’m under the covers but laying perpendicular not parallel to the way the bed faces. It looks like a hotel, but more lived in. Stacy walks in and asks why I’m laying in bed.
I’m wearing cold weather gear bundled up on an expedition.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Chair

I’m driving through countryside and see a blue chair identical to mine sitting on the side of a hill in the middle of a field. I want to stop and get it.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Charity Fire

I drop off a box of clothes at a charity drop box on the side of a road next to a field. I remove from the charity pile a shower curtain with polka dots and two shopping bags from Disney World’s 20th anniversary. I throw the stuff in the car, jump in and quickly back the car up and whip the wheel around. As the car quickly turns, a wheel slips and the car ends up stuck in a ditch.


In a school, I see a guy messing with a fire alarm on the first floor. Then I am on the third floor and decide to try and find the principal to say that I set off the false alarm. But when I get back downstairs, there is a fire in the bathroom near where I saw the guy. The bathroom door is in the same hall but around a corner still in my line of sight from the stairs. I see smoke curling out and flames inside against the tiled walls.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

dirty claw grass horse

Walking through the back of a school cafeteria. There’s dirty kitchen equipment everywhere. I see writing on the metal wall of a walk-in cooler. I can’t tell if it is written with something or just smeared in the grime. Below the writing is a splatter of drops of something. Above them it says something about Getting some right here. A formal looking woman walks down the hall just as an announcement is made over the PA system to announce the arrival of the health inspector.


I’m playing the claw game in a restaurant trying to win a stuffed animal. But instead the claw grabs a few candy bars. I set them on a table and there are 3 Kitt Katt bars. Someone calls me to leave, so I stuff them in my mouth.


In grandfather’s backyard, but it’s not actually his real yard. There are three huge plastic things on the lawn. They are tubular and bent into odd curving shapes. There are three of them but I was only expecting one. They are filled with fruit juice. I read a book on the lawn for awhile then go inside. Dad is inside and has been looking for me, but he couldn’t see me out the window because the Blazer was blocking his view of where I was laying on the grass.


A guy buys a horse and brings it home. His girl and the man that owns his property tell him that the horse is worthless and dispute everything that the guy says he was told about the horse.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Stripper

Taking a trip or vacation somewhere, maybe with my family. Dave comes in and we’re supposed to get a ride home with Sean, but he ends up not coming in for additional ten days. Dave and I wind up going to a strip club. On the wall are a series of paintings of my Dad as a young man and me as a kid and each painting is dated by year, month, day and time down to the second. They are signed “Thompson.” So we’re sitting at this strip club, but instead of the girls on stage taking off their clothes, I take off mine, so I’m sitting at the table naked. I suddenly realize this is odd, so I pull my pants back on. Then a dancer comes over to ask for a dance. Dave gives her ten bucks, so she gives me a dance. She takes me to another part of the club and I set on a couch. As she gives me a lap dance, I close my eyes. All of a sudden she stops. We get up and start to walk back, but I’m naked again now. I know I don’t have ten dollars in my wallet to tip her. So I ask her who did the paintings and she says, “Oh I hate those I have to look at them everyday.” I say they’re of me and my Dad, which just creeps her out.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Old job

Sitting at the square wooden table in the middle of the office of my new company. Sitting or standing around the table are the guys from the old and new agencies. Tim and Jordan are there. Doug, my old boss, is also there and we’re having a normal conversation but it feels weird. He shouldn’t be there.

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Buzz

I’m standing in Brooke’s bathroom looking in the mirror. I just got a haircut from my childhood barber, Debbie, and I’m wondering why I let her cut it so short after I had waited so long to let it grow out so long. It is cut in a buzz cut so short that I can see red bumps on top of my head.

Friday, February 2, 2007

The sweet taste of shame

Two young boys come to the front door selling candy bars. I open up to buy one and they rush in with guns drawn. One has a pistol and the other a shotgun. They threaten Brooke and I and take over our house. The boys lock themselves into a room. I know they are hiding their guns and setting something up. I don’t know why I try to get in the room instead of grabbing Brooke and running. Later I sneak into the room and try to find their guns. I wonder if I will have to shoot one of them and how people would react if I killed a little boy. I don’t find the guns and the boys threaten us with sharp knifes in the kitchen. Brooke and I are walking through the city around the house and I stand to talk to a cop on the street out front. But I can’t, we have to get back before time is up. I think the boys are holding BP and Mel hostage but I never see them. The next time Brooke and I leave the house, we keep walking even though we have to get back. I decide to talk to the police but can’t find any. Finally we see one at the top of an escalator in a large mall. I try to talk to him but cannot get his attention. I start to cry and the cop asks if I’ve been robbed. “No, my house.” I say. I feel ashamed and afraid.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Disney bar fight

Hanging out at Disney World with a guy I don’t know. Then I’m in my apartment in Dallas, but the layout of the rooms is different. My closet is in the living room. I’m getting dressed to go to work. I pull on a pair of black slacks and notice a streak of light brown dirt on the right pants leg. I try to brush it off, but it doesn’t work. As I spread out the folds of the pant leg to try harder, I notice some something stitched into the fabric. The pants leg spreads out further to reveal that they have bell bottom cuffs. And stitched across both legs is a logo and design for Disney’s Aladdin. I wonder if that guy is in a show at the park and how I wound up with his pants.
Sam walks into the apartment and she picks up a sheet of notebook paper from the couch and begins reading it. It is a page from the notebook that I wrote my dreams in during college. After reading out loud for a moment, she asks if it’s okay that she’s reading this.
We go to a bar with a big group of people. We’re sitting on lounge couches and chairs. Sam is there, but I don’t see her. But now Brooke is there, sitting in a wooden chair at the edge of the group not really a part of it.
A big guy walks up to us, he’s not quite a biker Harley dude, but has a goatee beard and seems vaguely intimidating. Another guy comes up, obviously his buddy. They want me to throw a rubber ball slightly smaller than a baseball at them. I look down and there are now a pile of these balls, all different primary colors on the floor. The guys keep egging me on as if to get in a fight, but the balls aren’t hard or heavy enough to hurt if you threw them at someone. Also, I’m now standing at the edge of and inside a big ring of chairs like the one Brooke was sitting in. The couches are gone. I don’t see the group I was with, but I assume they are behind me. The two tough guys want to start a throwing war between the group I’m with and people that have starting streaming in the door to the bar. I don’t know if I should start throwing or not. And I wonder what the objective would be if I do.