dream log

I have had some cool and rather vivid dreams as of late, and I figure i ought to write them down, so someone in the future can read them.

Last night, I dreamed I was in some type of bar. It was kind of badly lit and i was sitting on a stool, with my hands on the counter. A weird looking lady with a very pale face was serving me shot after shot of whiskey, which of coure I kept taking. I feel like I was employed by the bar, and that it doubled as a restauraunt. Maybe I worked there as a waiter, or a waitress, I don't know. A part of me has always kind of wanted a job like that, but I probably couldn't get it, even if i wanted to.

I remember sitting at the counter talking w/ the lady about troubles. I don't quite know which troubles I had. All I really remember is how vivid the dream was --that is what stands out about it. I understand the details of the dream aren't so interesting, but it was the imagery of the thing that now, as I recall it, was so striking. Also, the smells. I feel they were incredibly strong. For example, at one point in the dream, the lady bartender told me she wanted me to see something, and she took my hand and led me into the back of the bar. She took me to a sort of living room that it seemed was set up back there, and I can vividly remember the smell of the leather couches we laid on. A man came stumbling back there, as we were lying down. He laughed with us and he had a bottle of liquor himself and poured some out for us. I think I was lyng on the lady bartenders breasts falling asleep, when I woke back up here, in my sad reality....

The dream from a few nights earlier was  a bit more interesting. I wouldn't have remembered it to tell you, except that, when I woke up from it, it was because the Colombian girl was calling me, and I got on the phone w/ her and told it to her, in my bad Spanish. It was a really weird dream, maybe one of the weirdest i've had in months. It started out with me walking around some type of strip mall, seeing a tattoo parlor, and then deciding I ought to get a new one. I wandered in and a very odd looking female tattoo artist was sitting ther -- she was extremely ugly. She had the tattoo gun already in her hand, connected to some very bright, red flashing wire. She grinned at me and nodded, i recall so vividly. "Need a tattoo?" said she, "you've come just in time, kid." So I sat down in the tattoo chair and explained what i wanted. I'm not sure what I said. In real life recently, I'm sort of contemplating getting the Jack Sparrow tattoo (that one of the bird), but i figure i said something different in the dream. She started to tattoo me right away, after wiping me down with the lotion, and then....what? It gets a little blurry. Something started to go wrong, i think, and i began to feel a lot of pain. A big bubble of some kind started to form on my skin, as though I had gotten an infection from her tattoo gun instantly. I think i started yelling at her and accusing her of trying to kill me. I have always, in the back of my head, kind of suspected tattoo artists of purposely injecting people with AIDs, for example. And then I remember she started to grab my face and tell me "calm down! This happens all the time! Calm down!"

She whistled or something, over to the other side of the shop, where a big guy suddenly appeared on a swivel chair. Maybe he had been there throughout the entirety of the dream; I don't really recall...this was my first time seeing the fellow. He smiled at me same as the artist did. He came stumbling over with this big tube looking thing in his hand. It almost looked a bit like an IV bag, maybe, and it was real soft looking - you could squeeze it like jello. The lady took the big tube from him and she unscrewed a cap on the end of it.

She looked at me and said she needed to inject the liquid from the tube (i think the liquid was red) directly into my bubbly sore, like a needle. I started to freak out, caue it looked like it was going to hurt, and bad. "Don't worry it doesn't hurt, promise..." she said. She had the man hold my arm down and i watched in horror as this big tube needle thing began to touch the big bubble on my skin. She started to inject it and i felt a prick. Not much pain--she wasn't lying. But then the frightening part of the sueno happened: Whatever she had injected into my arm, had only made the bubble in my skin grow all that much bigger, and now the bubble was beginning to actually move, through my skin. To be honest, it reminded me of that scene in the Mummy movies, the ones with Brendan Fraser, when the Egyptian guy gets all the scorpion bugs or whatever, biting into his flesh and crawling under the skin on his stomach. I didn't remember that movie, however, whilst I was in the dream, so to me it was all completely original, and mortifying. I started to shrieking and screaming, i think i might have thrown the tattoo artist and her weird friend into a wall, trying to escape, and then... well, then I woke up. Strange no? Who knows what it means. Dreams end fast. Sorry for the broken ending?

Now I'm sipping coffee trying to think of more dreams I might have had recently. After all the writing i've done on that hag Jenny, you'd think i would have seen her a few times in some, but i don't think I've seen her at all. I wouldn't be interested even if i did see her. In fact, what i really want in some dreams is to look in a mirror. Maybe even do my makeup! Wouldn't that be interesting? To me it would be fascinating. I want magic lipstick and magic eyeliner and eyeshadow and I'll be in the dream, staring into a mirror, doing it all perfectly on my face, totally unlike reality. I'll be a real artist in the dream, able to paint my face with the exact dazzling makeup i want. It won't basically be "unofficially illegal", like it is here, which is such a god damn drag. Yessir that would be a good dream, but i don't think i'll be having it any time soon. Instead I always get these dreams i don't wat, about people i don't want. Like that werewolf that ate my legs off dream. Oh I sort of forgot that one. I think it happened about 5-6 weeks ago, in March. I was sitting in a cafe in some wintry town, maybe in a state like Vermont, you can imagine, and suddenly a werewolf came bursting in thru the glass windows, and he was looking for me. He ate my legs off as i screamed and then someone shot him. Oddly enough, i had my legs back 10 minutes later, and then of course i woke up. Back here, in this bizarre "reality".

Say, you know another thing I'd like to have happen in a dream? I'd like to find some familiar books in a very magical looking library. I don't think i've ever seen any of the books i've read here in "reality", inside any of my dreams. It'd be cool, for example, if i could, by chance, come across a copy of one of my favorites, like Exterminator, or even something more famous, like those Edgar Allan Poe stories. It's kind of bizarre when you think of how something like that never happens, don't you think? Finding books you've read in reality, inside a dream! It should be happening all the time, but instead it never does. Something tells me the books one would find in dreams wouldn't be familiar to the books here. They're different. Why? The reason is simple: Different authors exist in the dream worlds. Different histories. Different countries. Different everyhing. Therefore, the odds of finding the same book you'd find here, are slim to none. I'm sure its happened to someone but not me. Does it mean that a good book like Exterminator is only available in this world? No. But it does mean that, if you took a sample of, say, 180,000 worlds, Exterminator is probably only in maybe 6-800 of them. For instance, this very text I'm writing now, I bet I'm writing it in, bare minimum, 4-500 other worlds, but not any more than that. I can't explain my rasoning of course--this is all wild speculation....

Now I am sort of thinking that it would be fun to have some sex in a dream. Just like reality, i haven't had any in a damn long time. A lot of boys, for example, talk about "wet dreams". I myself have only ever had one. I was making love on some big waterbed with the mother of an old friend, i remember very well, and i realized it was her in the dream, but i kept going on with it anyways. She is a pretty fat lady with long black hair and a bad Spanish accent and i remember sucking on her big nipples as my --what shall we call it -- "jack knife" slid in and out of her. She was rubbing the back of my neck the way a mujere will often do during sex, when they actually like you. And then of course i started to realize that i was getting very close to cumming. I didn't want the bomb to go off inside of the lady, however, so i started trying to warn her, the same as I always used to do in real life sex. She wouldn't let me out of her tho...she wanted it inside her..i think she even asked me to impregnate her... "who cares what my son will think?" she said. The moment i started to orgasm and cum, however, was the exact moment i woke up in reality, and I'll never forget the shock i felt as i blew the entire bomb all alone, right under my just cleaned bedsheets. I blew so much cum that night it wasn't even funny; i remember very well, and of course i was competely perplexed, because as i say, up until then, i never had a single wet dream in my life. THe first and last one i ever had, i was around 23 years old. Bloody odd ain't it? I should like another one of those, even if it means cumming on my bedsheets.


--Dream log , Monday morning