Thursday, December 20, 2007

catch the train back downtown

Olympia vegetarian combo, water, later night fruit loops

I'm way way up in the foothills and there's a woman who seems lost. She needs to get back to the train to catch it back into town, back to where she parked. I think she's from out of town. I try to explain where she needs to get off. I'm looking through the windows of this building we're in, trying to get a reference so I give her good directions, but all around is just the foothills of the Sandias, so I can't get a grip on directions.

I realize that she's parked her car in a garage downtown, and somehow that's near where I'm going, so I tell her to just stick with me. We get in the train and start west, heading down Central Avenue. There's only 2 stops between the mountains and downtown, though, and who knows how far to the next after that, so I'm pretty nervous that we get off in the right place.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Teeming with beatles

Teriyaki chicken bowl veggie combo, water, late night fruit loops & a (not scary) Robert Blake Lovecraftian story

This nightmare seemed to last all night, I woke up repeatedly & when I went back to sleep, it would start up again. Finally slept sitting up to make it stop. I don't remember all of it but, it was all about serious bug action, cf. the spider-infested corpses in The Mist.

The bugs are creamy white in color, the size of a walnut, segmented like rolly-polly's but more hunched. They're everywhere. I have a view of an old wall with peeling paper, and the bugs are absolutely swarming in and out of it.

At some point I both AM and can SEE this woman, an emaciated african woman, my eyes are sad, I am dying. I think that the bugs are killing me/her. I reach out and take her/my hand, and it is dry as paper, like crushed vellum.

All of this went on and on, I probably woke up 3 or 4 times. I think the last time I woke up, I was looking around my room and I could see PeeWee curled up in the top of my laundry basket, her head moving like she was cleaning herself. How did she get in there, though? Something's not right. What if the bugs are getting into her? At this point I plunged into active terror, the bugs aren't a dream, they're here and they're going to kill PeeWee. I switch of the light revealed no dog, no movement, no bugs.

Sleep sitting up, lights on.

(And yet I woke up feeling like I'd had a magnificent night's sleep. I often have this experience when I sleep sitting up, that it is very deep, satisfying sleep. Interesting.)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Travelling can be difficult to get going.

This was a few nights ago and, don't remember what I ate, think I drank some beer...

Josh and I are travelling in Turkey, with a tour group. We've decided to go off and do different things this particular day, so I've gotten Josh all ready & bundled him off on a bus to whatever his activity of the day will be. I'm left at the place we're staying, which is kind of a hotel, but instead of discrete rooms, there is a large, crappy warehouse-y space with beds & junk & furniture. (Looks like a hippy communal living space, actually. Might be a visual ref to Omar's old place in the former hotel in Bisbee?)

I need to get myself ready & I'm not even showered yet. The shower is in the middle of the big space, but is enclosed by some makeshift walls. Inside, it's a suprisingly nice stand-up shower, but with a medium-deep tb around it, and glass shower stall walls. I'm trying to indicate to everyone that I'm doong my best to get ready, that I'm not holding the whole group up. I strip down there in the open space while I wait for the shower to come available. I stand there naked, relatively confident. I consider all of my tattoos & that people can see them all. (And on my chest are my only-abstractly-planned birds, dark and graphic and strong, even though I can't remember any actual design!)

I get in the shower, and this slightly skanky woman follows me in, lounges about outside of the glass stall, trying to be seductive. I'm uninterested. She starts playing with a metaphor about maybe I'm looking for a new friend, if I'm not too god of friends already with someone else. I assure her that I am very good friends with Josh, thanks very much.

I finally get my act together, get dressed & out the door. I try hard to remember the digital camera, because I know Josh will want to see pictures of what I ended up doing. The bus leaves, but we pit-stop at Wild Oats (at Indian School and Carlisle), everyone wants to get coffee.

A woman drives by us as we cross the parking lot, in a strange open-topped car that looks like a car from an amusement park safari-themed ride, square with a bench that runs around the sides. It's an eco-car, I understand. I think that maybe Josh and I should get one for just neighborhood driving. They're very inexpensive. The woman looks like the Crocodile Hunter's wife, complete with khaki get-up.

Inside there is a little deli/bakery/coffee bar that we all crowd around. I'm uncertain of how this system works or what to order, but a young woman takes me under her wing and makes some suggestions. JD from the Rum Fits is there, too. But I look down and he'w wearinr teva sandals & I am somewhat taken aback. I thought more of him than that.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

The Great Tokugawa Hijrah

Wonderful anti-pasta salads de la JJ, a few pieces of Halli's crispy chocolate treats

My dream is an historical lesson. Instead or mere intimidation, the arrival of the Americans in Tokugawa Japan brought invasion and warfare, and Japan was destroyed. What remained of the people and the few warriors left, i think there were 1000, took to the seas, however they could, in a great seaborn hijrah. They crossed the seas, and found the land of Palestine, deemed empty enough to take for themselves. But the westerners followed them there, not content with the land of the Sun, itself. And there in the land of Canaan, the Americans utterly destroyed the last ragtag remnants of the Japanese people, all the while railing against the "barbarians."

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Frodo sings the blues

Frontier after the dec opening, followed by some gin and beer

(Kicking myself for not recording this earliwer, when I remembered more...)

At some point my mother is telling me, or I'm flashing back to her telling me, that demons and monsters have been revealing themselves to her.

The guy that played Frodo is going on stage to perform, he's sort of a guest vocalist. He gets up and the stage is very much a lecture-hall-like setup, he's actually in a button down and a tweed jacket, hunched over a podium & it's like a weird music video, his face awash with yellow light from below.

The musicians aren't taking it very seriously, though. They're sprawled out on a low grey platform below, barely picking at their instruments, and the guy closest to me is frankly being a sarcastic jerk.

Back to Frodo, but now he's gotten taller, he's stripped to the waist & sporting a pretty sexy swimmer's body, pearly white. He's singing a Tossers song, and doing a pretty darn good take. I'm intrigued, and kind of turned on.