Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers

March 29th, 2012 No comments

A wrong number to the GF’s phone interrupted one of my patented fucked up yet boring dreams. As far as I can recall an avant garde retrospective (on TV?) morphs into perfume ads via the intercession of a hipster porn starlet conducting a kangaroo court over the phone by way of stock photos in frames for sale. But it might have been a satire (the TV show, I mean).

The worst part, my writer’s brain tries to make sense of it. The what I assumed was the hipster porn starlet speaks jargon to the pictures, clearly in response to some input. Then she points them at a blank spot in the wall for a decision. But the wall communicates to the frame directly, so I guess she’s a bailiff? Or secretary? See, the pictures are the telephones. Then washed up soul singers (who I think were supposed to be the Pointer Sisters) are talking about La Creme no. 2 and wearing silly hats with absurd veils.

Sometimes I wish I was born to pump gas. I’m worried of what happens when I go back to sleep.

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Oh, my silly subconcious

April 24th, 2011 No comments

My alarm just woke me up from a dream about starting a new job, a job that replaced my current one. I can’t recall exactly what the job was, I think it was driving some kind of walker (like the loader in Aliens). I was looking through my new hire paperwork, including incredibly detailed, very small pay chits and releases regarding the use of salt in the employee cafeteria.

I suppose it beats chronic nightmares but still, even I have to wonder what is wrong with my brain that this is the stuff it dredges up when I sleep.