Monday, September 29th, 2003

I’m watching two older men standing by a reservoir. It’s raining for the first time in a while. One man (Gene Hackman) is holding a hose and wants to spray the other man in a playful way. He then turns serious and tells the other man that there is no water surplus. The other man is shocked and incredulous.

The angle changes to show several cars pulling into a water duct (like in LA). A black sedan is followed by a black limo. Several official-looking people exit, including the mayor (James Cromwell). Three Marines armed with M-16s also exit and secure the area. I keep my attention on the soldiers as they sweep the area. The mayor is angry and trying to investigate the water situation.

Suddenly, a young soldier appears from a doorway above us and opens fire. We all scatter as one of our Marines returns fire. We see a grenade tossed from above and we all take cover.

We’re now in a grassy area near the reservoir looking for the assailants. I see a parked car and tell the Marines to keep an eye on it. I see two men running from the car and yell for them to stop. They keep running and we open fire on them.

Sunday, September 28th, 2003

We’re at a large dinner table having a meal. I’m there with my mom, Tom, some other friends and a few people we don’t know very well. The table is strewn with half-eaten plates of food, including crab, green beans, cauliflower and other stuff. A couple of young women (whom we don’t know too well) finally come to the table to eat but the food is nearly gone. They don’t seem too into the food. I go to the coffee table and get a bowl of green beans to refill the plate on the dining table. My mom is having a raw shrimp. A friend of hers is talking to her about it. I’m peeling a cooked shrimp, pulling off the head.

Tome picks up a CD and asks whose it is. “Here, I’ll just play it for you.” He hits play on a small tape recorder and we hear an archetypal 3-chord blues riff. We laugh and I say, “That could be anything!”

Thursday, September 25th, 2003

I’m in a classroom waiting for class to begin. It’s a small classroom with ten desks and a female teacher. I have my book and homework in front of me and we’re waiting for a few more students to arrive. They arrive late, four students dressed in gothy clothes. One is an overweight woman with dyed red hair (who’s sick). They take their seats around me. I look around the room and note that there are 5 women and 5 men (though only the women are memorable). I wonder which woman I would get together with. None of them are what I would consider cute.

The teacher starts a film and I run out to the bathroom. The bathroom is next to the classroom and the door doesn’t close all the way. I step into the bathtub, turn on the water and begin pissing. I notice there are a few flyers taped on the wall, one featuring a cartoon character sitting on the toilet holding a dolphin. It has something to do with promoting health or proper bathroom habits.

The teacher yells from the classroom, asking if I want her to pause the film. I yell back, “No, I’ll be right there.”

Monday, September 22nd, 2003

The news is doing a story on a woman with an unusual problem. They explain that the city can’t help her anymore than they already have. The fire department has already spent beyond their budget dealing with her.

I’m standing outside an industrial entrance to my house (or workplace). I run in the side door to use the bathroom. A woman I know is in the next room watching TV. I make sure she knows it’s just me coming in and out.

Friday, September 19th, 2003

I’m in someone else’s house w/ Susannah. She’s gone out with the mother of the house and some of the young kids. I’m in bed (shirtless at least) with a young woman and her boyfriend. The woman and I are partially under the sheets and we tongue kiss while I fondle her breasts. The boyfriend can’t see what we’re doing but he knows we’re doing something. He leaves as the woman and I talk in bed. He comes back in soon later, disturbing the nice, private time we’re having. There is obviously some tension between the two of them. He lies down on the bed with us and joins the conversation. His manner is haughty and knowing. I ask him what he does for a living. He says he no longer has to work. I ask him what he used to do. He says he owned a “Video Hosting” business. The woman says sarcastically, “Yeah, video hosting.” They’re obviously referring to an escort service. I wonder for a minute if she worked for him. I say, “well, it certainly sounds more lucrative than a video store business.”

Through the window I see Susannah coming home with the mother (Cynthia Hammond) and her kids (one of whom is black). Susannah yells through the window for me to come see what they got (ramen, duck eggs, etc). I think to myself that I’ve already had ramen today and didn’t want to join them for dinner.

I get out of the bed and stand beside it. The woman opens her shirt partly. The man does so also. The sexual tension in the room is overwhelming. I’m torn between the urge to get out of this awkward, slightly dangerous situation and the urge to spend more time with this very attractive woman. I start plotting a rendezvous but realize that everyone would suspect something if both she and I were missing at the same time.

Thursday, September 18th, 2003

I’m in the house at night, looking out the window. It’s dark out and I’m wondering if we had a power outage.

I get a call from a guy from a radio station. He asks me if I’m supposed to be doing the 5AM to 1 PM show. I realize I am but try to lie about it. I tell him I thought I was supposed to be there at 8AM. The guy tells me the DJ on before me wants to stay on but that I can give her a list of songs I want to play. As I agree to this, I realize I’ve never been to the station, even though I was supposed to have already done 2 shows there.

Now I’m at a table with the female DJ that’s on before me. She’s got a bit of an attitude with me. As she leaves, I ask her for her email address so I can give her my request list.

Other snippets include something about poker and something about a shirtless Brian Cox.

Tuesday, September 16th, 2003

I’m back in Lexington trying to drive back to campus. I’m in a parking lot walking towards my car. I notice the car pull out of the parking space and I run to intercept it. I see Alex Tarampi (or some other sidekick-esque person) in the passenger seat. I get in the car, irritated. “What the fuck, man?” The sidekick shrugs.

Later, I get home with AJ. He’s in the shower and I’m using his computer. I realize I’m naked and should get some clothes on before he comes out. I’m playing a strategy game where you have to take over a city to win. I’ve got it on fast-forward mode and realize I can’t keep up. The enemy is infecting the city at a rapid pace. I watch as the city (grids of white) get overtaken with swarms of red enemies. I try to move my units around to stay alive and regain territory. I zoom in and see a handful of my units dying. Now, white, zombie-like bodies start falling out of the sky and I realize it’s too late to win the game.

I restart the game and keep the speed on slow. I zoom in to see my three starting units. They are pale, female mercenaries (like Aurra Sing from Star Wars). They see an enemy unit and launch a sneak attack on her. One of my women has a long spear and uses it to snare the enemy. Another uses a small phallus to “infect” her. It’s inserted into where her vagina or anus would be. There’s an orifice but it’s not very organic looking. Now it’s an old man (another of my units) that’s insider the enemy unit. Very quickly, he cums inside her.

Monday, September 15th, 2003

I’m in a large art studio trying to find something. I run into a cute black woman who stops me to talk. We chat for a bit about my high school/college years. She seems to know people I went to school with.

A bunch of people enter the room. Max Hatton is addressing the group. I notice she’s wearing a sheer shirt that shows off her breasts & nipples. I remember her never wearing a bra. She now has a bowl of soup (or some other liquid) and spills it. As I help her clean it up, she notices me and we say our hellos.

Later…

I’m playing cards at a table.

Friday, September 12th, 2003

I’m in a beachfront house overlooking a large lake or ocean. In the distance, on a cliff is a large army poised to invade. I call the police and frantically tell them about the impending invasion. They tell me they’ll pass the message on to the FBI. Meanwhile, a (female?) friend and I fend off a few spies/scouts in the house.

Thursday, September 11th, 2003

I’m watching a young couple in a room about to have sex. The young man is getting sex items out of a vending machine. A large, rubbery hose-like thing and a bottle of lube comes out of the machine. The man starts to apply lube to the woman’s vagina. The young, petite Asian woman says she’s wet enough. She also says she’ll get pregnant tonight. I start fondling her down there, smearing the lube all over.

Meanwhile, I’m watching the couple from above. They’re standing on opposite sides of the street outside the room. The man is trying to get her to cross the street. All the while, I’m still fondling her in the room.

Wednesday, September 10th, 2003

I’m doing something where I have people signed up on a list (maybe a party I’m throwing?). Johnny Cash is on the list and someone tells me that he’s no longer on it. I ask them why and they tell me he’s dead. I’m shocked by the news.

I’m now watching a scene from Pakistan where Johnny Cash is being held by Saddam Hussein. He’s there for a concert or event but is being detained by the authorities. He’s sitting in a sand pit having a bad coughing fit. As his coughing gets worse, he starts to expire. He stops coughing and lies in the sand, near death. A soldier nearby shoots him in the stomach. I’m shocked and upset by the scene.

Tuesday, September 9th, 2003

I’m in Boston on a subway platform waiting for a train. The station is dark and made of black painted steel. I’m not sure if I’m on the right platform. A train comes in the opposite direction and I consider switching platforms. My train finally comes but doesn’t stop. I have to jump on top of it to catch it. It then makes a fast u-turn and throws me off. I wait on the tracks for the next one, trying to figure out how I’m going to stay on.

Later…

I’m in an apartment on a high floor. I’m with a male friend who’s received a box of guns for his birthday. I pull out one gun that looks like a shortened AK-47. I pull the retractable stock out and pop in a clip. I tell him that I’m impressed at its realism. I show him that it even has firing settings ranging from single shot to full automatic. I fire it out the window. “See,” I say, “It even has muzzle fire.” The shots are very quiet. I keep shooting out the window and accidentally send one shot into a window across the street. It breaks a window near where an old woman is standing. She doesn’t seem to notice. I duck down under the window. Our room has many tall windows covered by long curtains. I peek out the window to see her reaction. She’s finally noticed it and is cleaning up the mess. There is a table by her window piled high with hors d'oeuvres.

Later…

I’m on an outdoor train platform waiting for the train. I finally get fed up and start walking. It’s nighttime and the street reminds of Van Ness Ave. in San Francisco. I finally end up on a bus with a friend. There is no driver so we don’t pay. We order some food on the bus but I wonder who’s cooking it. I also mention that there’s no driver (even though the bus is moving along).

Sunday, September 7th, 2003

Susannah and I are in bed about to have sex. It’s late at night or early in the morning. We skip the foreplay and I enter her with much ease. We’re very giddy like teenagers. We switch positions a few times. As we go at it, I look out the window at the people on the street. I ask Susannah to switch positions so I can play with her ass while I enter her. She agrees, giggling like a schoolgirl. I ask her to close the shades. She turns the shades open and I ask her “Do you want people to see me?” She realizes her mistake and closes them. For a moment, she looks like Cameron Diaz and I tell her she looks really hot.

Thursday, September 4th, 2003

I’m in San Francisco (or somewhere else) with Susannah visiting friends. I’ve only been there a day but have to fly out that night. I’m very annoyed at having to leave and finally decide not to.

Later…

Susannah and I have moved into a huge building. We ride the elevator up to the 14th floor. Susannah has to use the bathroom so we go searching for it. We walk down to the 12th floor but can’t seem to find it. Susannah tells me we’re on a residential floor where there are no public bathrooms.

Later…

We’re in a tiny room late at night. Susannah is lying in a small single bed. The TV is on, playing an old movie (12 Angry Men?). The bedside lamp (like the one we have at home) is also on. I begin making love to her. I’m standing by the bed as I enter her. She is half-asleep but enjoying it. As we continue, I notice someone walk by our open door. Instead of closing the door, I turn off the lamp. The TV is still on, playing silently.

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003

I’m told that Videomania (though referred to as Hole in the Wall) is moving from Smith Street to Columbia Street. I walk over to their Court Street location and see that they’re moving out of there too. I go in and introduce myself to the two employees there. They are two young black women. One of them is named something exotic and hard to pronounce. I want to ask them about why they’re moving. On my way out, I run into one of their customers and ask them about it. He says, “Well, they’re Columbine people.”

I go into my store and notice that a woman has partially moved her business into it. I try to ask her what’s going on. She blows me off and tells me that I should keep her video collection for rent as well. I look at her videos and notice that they’re very ratty copies of cult films on VHS. I’m annoyed that my landlord would move another business in while I was still there.

Monday, September 1st, 2003

I’m hanging out with a traditional African dance troupe. Most of them are really tall and one of the men is over 11 feet. We’re all in a waiting room before a show. A few of the women have babies and I carry one around with me. It’s a baby girl who’s fast asleep.