Dream Fragments Part 1

I wanna say how I record my dreams: I've tried several methods. I've tried keeping a pen and a paper by the side of my bed and then taking time in the morning to try and remember them. I've tried telling other people. For example, this winter when I was home I had Maia come into my room before she left for school every morning to wake me up and ask me about my dreams. But she would forget them too by the time she came home. So, since I'm a faster typer than I am at handwriting, and I always fall asleep with my computer in my bed (watching 30 Rock), I just have a running draft in my email that is called "dreams" and it has fragmented bits of whatever I type when I'm half asleep. Whenever I'm lucid enough to open my computer and I remember my dreams I type whatever I can before I fall back asleep.  I think the fragments are sometimes the best, but generally for re-telling it's more intelligible if I complete the sentences and such. But, I don't plan on painting them all, so I thought I'd share a couple fragments (not to be analyzed too deeply please haha).

All in one night I had the dream about the man who said it would all go to hell, the dream about the raining rainbow pepper, and two others. They all took place in a setting kind of inspired by all the Downton Abby I was watching at the time, but it was generally much dirtier and involving the street market. All four are in my drafts, but here are the two fragments (unedited) that I haven't painted: 

"I was a servant in an english home and I was leaving to go on a trip and I barged into a room after no one answered my knocks, even though i knew someone was in there, because I'd forgotten my birth control and pocket book. I got in huge trouble with the snooty woman, who was having sex with her husband whom she hated. Then I talked back and she shouted for help and I yanked a lump of skin between the husband's legs and he helped in pain and then we joke about how weird and lumpy he was, but then she told me to run or i'd get sacked. I was running around the house trying to avoid the mom, and then she caught me and walked me around the house and garden, making me tell her how beautiful it was. Then I climbed out the window and as I was walking down the street I decided i really wanted to drive, but i had no car. I ran into a friendly woman who asked me if i would like to come for dinner. i said yes. I saw a fat baby by the side of the road and went to play with it, then i thought it was giving me flees. I wanted to take it with us, b/c who leaves a baby by the side of the road, but the parents came back right as we were leaving."

and 

"bad talking other butler and little sister the size of a baby and we were overheard"

I have more fragments I'll post later... lots of them are quite funny, also embarrassing  but I think these ones are interesting because that night was so fruitful with dreams, but also there was a certain consistency to them.

In James Franco's Car

Dream Installment #2: In James Franco's Car

I'm back at dance rehearsal in the Vashon Island High School Theatre.  My dad and our family friend Doh swing by and we start walking down the highway in search of mushrooms and booze. As we walk down the road in the hot sun, a small, rickety, clown-like car pulls up with James Franco in the driver's seat. "Hey, do you guys wanna ride?" Somehow we all pile in, Dad and Doh in the back seat, myself and some cute boy sitting on my lap in shotgun. "Hey, I'm headed down to Portland to get some good weed. Is that chill?" asks Franco. My Dad and Doh are already lighting up in the back seat, and despite my requests to get back to dance rehearsal, we're on our way to Portland.

After a couple seconds in the car, we're all drunk and high. Without warning, the boy in my lap opens the door and begins to vomit. Rubbing his back as he pukes, I whisper sweet, comforting nothings into his ear. He sits back up and I hug him close. The door shuts. "That was really impressive. You didn't get any vomit on the car. Good Job." I say. James Franco turns to me, furious, "How could you puke in my car? You couldn't even tell me to pull over?" he yells. "No sorry, that was me," says the cute boy on my lap. He saved my from the wrath of James Franco.

After a while of driving, we arrive at a truck stop. A woman comes out from the camping shelter, sees the car and begins to yell at James Franco. "How could you just leave me in charge of this stupid, ramshackle shit hole of a truck stop?! James, you think I give a shit about your truck stop? And you brought friends? I hope you guys don't trust him. He's a piece of shit boss!" We see her room, a beautifully sparse meditative room. Then we all pile back in the car, Franco's friend too, and head back to Vashon.

Captain's Log

Captain's Log
11:30pm
L17: The Dungeon


Recent Activity:
-Tweeting #twitter
-Dropping a class #slacker
-Avoiding a paper #slacker
-Avoiding the reading #slacker
-Looking at pictures of food I've taken #reallyhungry
-Looking at pictures of Hawaii #SPRINGBREAK2010
-Fantasizing about Hawaii #SPRINGBREAK2011
-Thinking about Twitter and how awesome it is #twitter
-Thinking about basketball #sports
-Thinking about The Blazers #underdogs
-Thinking about The Lakers #kobe
-Food
-Food
-Food

-I've been wanting a kitty! Really bad. And I have an ever-growing appreciation for dogs
-I'm currently procrastinating
-I made really cool shorts out of sweatpants today... I think I'll  take a picture of them as soon as I get home and post it. They're really goofy. Only a gross boy would wear them. And me.



















Missions (without code):


-Don't drop out
-Stay positive
-Eat ASAP (I WANT MAC AND CHEESE!!!!)
-Do my reading
-Stop thinking about Hawaii
-Stop driving like a testosterone-filled gotta-prove-how-badass-i-am dude when driving alone.
-Finish that paper that was due yesterday
-Clean my room
-Buy more conditioner
-Make a playlist that is half a third as hip as the mixes my dad sent me
-Finish the role of b&w i have in my camera and get it developed
-Put some pictures on Facebook
-Tweet often

My Day

I'll keep it "brief." I'm bored out of my mind but I don't actually have anything to say. Unlike my other blog posts?

 I've been in bed most of the day. I woke up at 7, thrilled to be going to down to portland, only to see 2 inches of snow outside, tree's blowing wildly in the wind, and my sister singing a song about how school was delayed two hours. Going to Portland has been delayed until tomorrow. My mom's in L.A. right now. She'll be visiting me in Portland on Friday. The only reason I didn't go with her to LA was that I originally thought I was going back to Portland last Sunday.  Now I wish I'd taken the opportunity to soak up the sun while I had the chance. Plus, a drive from L.A. to Portland = lots of good food and chit chat time with my mom (AKA bliss.)  I was in a bad mood this morning, but I've softened up with half a dozen episodes of "The IT Crowd."



I've spent all day in bed. Right now I'm eating pretzels dipped in cream cheese and drinking a beer (Full Sail Pale Ale- which makes me feel sooooo mature.) I've eaten tasty food today. A breakfast of apple crisp, a lunch of a delicious grilled sandwich, now this. I've decided to use my blog to talk about food a lot- which I'll start more when I get back to Portland and can upload all the pictures of food from my camera.

meanwhile.... Maia and I have been having daily photobooth photo shoots.  It's really fun and we laugh constantly.