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1 February 1999
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rabbit, rabbit.
bunch of dream pieces:
there were these cannibalistic ice-people, who kidnapped a woman and were carrying her back to their village. they had drained some of her blood as an appetizer. but she kicked the one carrying her in the stomach and began to run away across the icy tundra.
i was in my back yard back home, but lots of bushes had grown up and partitioned it into different sections. i was attending a class that was being held in one of them. i had been to every class, but the teacher was talking about something that i had no recollection of. i asked him about it after class, and then i remembered that i had missed the first half of one class. he said, you know i'm going to have to mark you as being absent for the whole class. and i was concerned that it would ruin my perfect record. (i've only missed one class post umass, and that was because there was three inches of snow on the roads. and even then i tried to get there, but about a third of the way i realized i just wasn't going to make it.)
in another dream, i was wandering around this mansion. i wasn't wearing anything but my underwear. i wasn't sure exactly what had happened to my clothes, or where they were, or even what i was doing in the mansion to begin with.
i was in the audience on letterman, and i was in the market for some new glasses. so dave brought me down on stage to try on the glasses of various crew members.
i was home for a holiday (thanksgiving, i suspect, because there were pumpkins around), but the house was more of a cross between the mansion from earlier and the house that george grew up in. there were a bunch of distant relatives around, and they had all brought old stereo equipment, which was all plugged into together. i tried to turn the volume down, and couldn't figure out which stereo i should be doing it on. later my mom asked me label all the various stuff with my label gun.
so this morning i was listening to beck, mainly 'cause that's what was in my cd player (or more accurately my cd rom drive, i listen to music on my computer, i watch tv on my computer, it's a regular home entertainment system). in guitar class my teacher handed out the first actual song to practise on. "puttin it down." by beck. so that was kinda funky.
bunch of dream pieces:
there were these cannibalistic ice-people, who kidnapped a woman and were carrying her back to their village. they had drained some of her blood as an appetizer. but she kicked the one carrying her in the stomach and began to run away across the icy tundra.
i was in my back yard back home, but lots of bushes had grown up and partitioned it into different sections. i was attending a class that was being held in one of them. i had been to every class, but the teacher was talking about something that i had no recollection of. i asked him about it after class, and then i remembered that i had missed the first half of one class. he said, you know i'm going to have to mark you as being absent for the whole class. and i was concerned that it would ruin my perfect record. (i've only missed one class post umass, and that was because there was three inches of snow on the roads. and even then i tried to get there, but about a third of the way i realized i just wasn't going to make it.)
in another dream, i was wandering around this mansion. i wasn't wearing anything but my underwear. i wasn't sure exactly what had happened to my clothes, or where they were, or even what i was doing in the mansion to begin with.
i was in the audience on letterman, and i was in the market for some new glasses. so dave brought me down on stage to try on the glasses of various crew members.
i was home for a holiday (thanksgiving, i suspect, because there were pumpkins around), but the house was more of a cross between the mansion from earlier and the house that george grew up in. there were a bunch of distant relatives around, and they had all brought old stereo equipment, which was all plugged into together. i tried to turn the volume down, and couldn't figure out which stereo i should be doing it on. later my mom asked me label all the various stuff with my label gun.
so this morning i was listening to beck, mainly 'cause that's what was in my cd player (or more accurately my cd rom drive, i listen to music on my computer, i watch tv on my computer, it's a regular home entertainment system). in guitar class my teacher handed out the first actual song to practise on. "puttin it down." by beck. so that was kinda funky.