Dream early night 5.22.07
i am working in the Bender offices (fake geography) and I decide to take a nap. I am sleeping in my boxers and a t shirt on a low twin bed that is clearly in the way of things. janet goes to get some paper or something by me while talking to someone else and accidentally grabs my junk, waking me up. We are both shocked and she walks away quickly. I go outside in the hall and talk to conan o brien about what to do, I keep saying I should ask for something even though i am not really bothered by the incident. Conan agrees. He is chewing little chicklets, a lot of them, and we roughhouse joke around for a while. Evnetually at 8:44 (I notice cause I look at my digital wristwatch after talking to conan for a while and say "Wow. Its late."), janet and Karen and everyone file out of the office. Janet doesn't look at me, Karen says "Oh my god. We should talk." and they both go to the elevator. I think they are holding it for me, but I don't go. The I am alone in the office hall. Dad comes out with one of those science fair poster board things with something about indian history, then the bender office doors swing open and tons of indian people singing march out. through the doors it is india. I run in dancing around and then start to get really into the music and start banging my head in time on the concrete ground with my eyes closed.
The I wake up with my head face down under a coffee table in a spare room in Jason and Melanies (fake geography). It is 645 pm on wednesday. I am worried to find myself under a table and deduce that I must have been sleep walking. I walk through the house to find Jason and ask him if he saw me, I think that someone walking by is what woke my up under the table...The remains of a pasta and rice dinner are on the kitchen table (strongsville kitchen). Jason is in the basement (strongsville basement) with a friend. They are laying out long white feather garland/streamer things, decorations that they are working on. His friend has brought two beige short legged (ein-ish) corgi dogs. Jason is holding one of them in his arms. He introduces me. Cosmo is laying on a blanket piled in a rocking chair. Jason asks me if I know an author who wrote about a lecture about the Crucifixion during the renaissance, Stein or Steinitz something. I presume he is talking about fiction for some reason...but am preoccupied cause i'm still worried about waking up under a table...i start to think i'm dreaming and then i realize that i can open my eyes cause they are closed...then I wake up for real.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Dream 5.4.07
trying to park old lexus sedan in strongsville house, driving too fast skid turning it, can't slow it down fast enough. snakes and snakes skins, tons o them coating the ground. bright green cobra snakes, maybe four to six feet long. I see Janet pull into the garage after me, driving a big SUV, she is driving fast as well, turns right by me to pull into our house garage, her tire runs over one of the snakes, ripping into its body and kicking it up into the air. I dodge it and walk down the street towards the Vash's. I look at all of the snakes and skins on the ground, they are coating it. In front of the house at the corner I talk to Leena and Dad who are standing in the drivewar. a snake falls on me from a tree, i freak for a split second then freeze and breath deep as the snake slides off my shoulders. jump to literature about snakes piled out, printed out packets everywhere. To "Boyle read" something ie read it only for information. one can boyle read things in twenty minutes. jump to A youngish lawstudent talks to her boyfriend about how no one likes her at Berkeley law, she cant' relate to anyone, they discuss the publication of her memoir, anonymously publsihed which is a huge hit.
before all that can't sleep cause dimitri is editing footage in the next room, i hear the same dialogue repeated again and again, he is watching the different takes. I go to the next room and he is editing on a laptop in bed, all the lights off. I stand at the door silent, I can see the screen. In the last shot of the sequence, Nilesh is in bed, he overacts excitment, he is shirtless, he hugs his pillow in large motioned rythmic hugs, then lays back, and kicks his limbs, again rythmically, makes staccato noises of barely contained excitment. the whole time his face is frozen in a fake smile that stays in one place, mouth partly open, eyes wide. I laugh and dimitri notices i am there.
before that I am shooting on a digital camera, something at LRA by betcher. on the back of the camera is a digital readout of how much hard drive space the footage is taking up 5mbs a min. it also shows how much space is left it was somewhere around 2800 mbs (there was a six in the last two digits as well) I had never noticed it before. I think how nice it would be to have an intern that could write down that information as I would call it out after each shot, and to write down what happened in each take.
trying to park old lexus sedan in strongsville house, driving too fast skid turning it, can't slow it down fast enough. snakes and snakes skins, tons o them coating the ground. bright green cobra snakes, maybe four to six feet long. I see Janet pull into the garage after me, driving a big SUV, she is driving fast as well, turns right by me to pull into our house garage, her tire runs over one of the snakes, ripping into its body and kicking it up into the air. I dodge it and walk down the street towards the Vash's. I look at all of the snakes and skins on the ground, they are coating it. In front of the house at the corner I talk to Leena and Dad who are standing in the drivewar. a snake falls on me from a tree, i freak for a split second then freeze and breath deep as the snake slides off my shoulders. jump to literature about snakes piled out, printed out packets everywhere. To "Boyle read" something ie read it only for information. one can boyle read things in twenty minutes. jump to A youngish lawstudent talks to her boyfriend about how no one likes her at Berkeley law, she cant' relate to anyone, they discuss the publication of her memoir, anonymously publsihed which is a huge hit.
before all that can't sleep cause dimitri is editing footage in the next room, i hear the same dialogue repeated again and again, he is watching the different takes. I go to the next room and he is editing on a laptop in bed, all the lights off. I stand at the door silent, I can see the screen. In the last shot of the sequence, Nilesh is in bed, he overacts excitment, he is shirtless, he hugs his pillow in large motioned rythmic hugs, then lays back, and kicks his limbs, again rythmically, makes staccato noises of barely contained excitment. the whole time his face is frozen in a fake smile that stays in one place, mouth partly open, eyes wide. I laugh and dimitri notices i am there.
before that I am shooting on a digital camera, something at LRA by betcher. on the back of the camera is a digital readout of how much hard drive space the footage is taking up 5mbs a min. it also shows how much space is left it was somewhere around 2800 mbs (there was a six in the last two digits as well) I had never noticed it before. I think how nice it would be to have an intern that could write down that information as I would call it out after each shot, and to write down what happened in each take.
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