Thursday, May 31, 2001

The heat last night kept me up tossing & turning. I had a bunch of vivid short dreams.

I was attending some concert at what looked like an old-style movie theater. There was a man in a cheap suit on stage playing what sounded like a boombox. I don't remember the sounds that came out of it at first, but later it was Kongar-ol Ondar's throatsinger. I also saw Jeanne (my boss) in a row near me, I tried to make sure she didn't see me.

Then I was walking away from the venue trying to get home, I wasn't lost exactly, it just felt like I wasn't going the right way. Someone caught up to me and walked with me, I think it was Adam.

Then I was in a restaurant, but on a couch talking with someone. He was a middle aged Arabic man, my boss. This was apparently my second job. I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't work the hours he wanted me to work because it would be like having 2 full time jobs. He kept dodging the issue and kept asking me inappropriate questions. I had the feeling that he liked me sexually and I was trying to figure a way out of it.

I'm not sure what order these dreams actually happened, this is jus the way I remember them.

humming Tool's Parabol/Parabola...

Friday, May 25, 2001

had a minor nightmare this morning...

I was in my parents house (they were still married). I sat at a desk in their bedroom writing a letter back to someone. My dad stood over me and kept criticizing me and telling me how to write it. My mom sat on the bed nearby, not saying much. I finally got really irritated, crumpled up the letter, almost threw it at him, then stormed out of the room. As I walked down the hall, I heard some commotion in the room. I leaned toward the door to hear my mom whisper to me, "He's beating me." I barged in to find my dad hitting my mom with his fists or some object. I lunged at him, looking for something to hit him with.

Woke up panting.

I haven't talked to either of them in a little while, can't think of what brought this on.

Tuesday, May 22, 2001

This morning I had a string of vignettes:

I was teaching a college class that went from midnight to 2 am. Around the end of class, I noticed a bunch of students nodding off. I got mad and started berating the kids for it. I dismissed only the front rows and told the rest to stay until I told them they could leave. But instead, everyone left. I got really frustrated and called Wei Ming. I was apparently subbing for one of her classes. She basically told me that the students had been in classes all day and that I should try to keep them after class. I got pissed at her for not telling me any of this beforehand and looking like a fool.

Then I was on a bus, maybe the 19 Polk. We were under a bridge when the driver stopped and talked with some construction workers. He then told the passengers that there was an execution scheduled for later and asked if we wanted to wait and see it. The bus took a vote, first for, then against. I was irritated and voted against. The vote was close and the driver wanted to make a tie breaking vote. I got more mad and asked to get off the bus and wait for another one. The driver didn't know why I was getting so agitated.

Then I was indoors somewhere when Matt Abaya came up to me. I had been wanting to see him for some time and called him over. I introduced him to Mark Carmichael (a guy I used to live near in Lexington) as one of the actors in my upcoming film. Matt seemed confused and irritated as though he wasn't right for the part at all. I was confused, thinking that they had met before and everything was fine.

ack, 3 dreams that involved frustration and negativity.

woke up humming nothing. I've been reading Sherman Alexie's Reservation Blues. Not as good as Lone Ranger & Tonto, but a nice read nonetheless.

Thursday, May 17, 2001

well, the first dream I can remember in a long while is a dull one.

I was standing on some train or bus platform with some other people. A driver or conductor came around and asked everyone to get their tickets or passes out. One tall guy in a suit asked me if we needed to get anything stamped. He showed me his bus pass which had several stamps on it. I asked him how many times he's transferred already, since it was still so early in the morning. He said he was coming from Las Vegas. I was impressed he could commute to work from Vegas to SF by public transit.

that's it.

New albums I'm psyched to get:

Blind Boys of Alabama

Friday, May 11, 2001

This morning I had quite a few dreams before 6 o'clock. I forgot to write them down first thing, so here are some vague recollections:

something about being in Amoeba, something about seeing Tom Lynch (my old roommate and coworker from Amoeba). On my way out of the store, I ran into Jim Bach. He was with a girl carrying a baby and I wanted to talk to him because I hadn't seen him in a while. He seemed distracted and annoyed and seemed like he wanted to get away from me.

that's all I remember.

I had a good morning song, too but I can't remember.

2 albums coming out next week that I'm looking forward to: Tool & Weezer.

Tuesday, May 08, 2001

ack. I know I've had a lot of dreams lately, they just get so muddle by the time I get up. This hot weather is generating a lot of nocturnal weirdness, I just can't remember any of it.

woke up humming Smashing Pumpkins' "1979"