Whoah ( Read more... )

December has been a long series of farily pleasant ocean dreams ( Read more... )

I don't know if I've ever experienced my own death before, but this time, B. and I go on a bike ride, park by a flea market in Berkely on a lawn, and have lunch or something. We return outside hours later at sunset to find the grass abandoned of flea market, our bikes missing or confiscated, and we both stand around in consternation trying to ( Read more... )

Well, for the third time in a week, I dream about my friend D. Maybe I'm jealous of him or something, or just have been conjuring his image in his absence since it's been two or three weeks since we last met face to face ( Read more... )

Thoughts from waking life ( Read more... )

((In the first person ( Read more... )

Little snipets ( Read more... )

Last night: long lovely evening with cuddly people at Fort Awesome - a collective in Berkeley with lots of tents outside, bikes, construction, chickens, communal kitchen, dirt, messy, art, workshops. Hot tub. Scones with dumpstered chocolate melted on top. Banjo music around fire. Acrobatics. Stale bread sword fight melee. 2-second kisses. I ( Read more... )

Well, I just started the post-playa phase of my dreaming, which will last for about a month, where I have extremely social, kind of weird dreams involving 20 or more costumed or naked people hanging out doing surreally fun things together, and often moving at high speeds.

3rd person. A stubbly bearded amicable chap who we'll call John is arrested, and detained in a very high class prison, which that evening has a celebration banquet in which all the doors and windows are left open. The prisoners are intended to stay locked up on the honor system. John decides to make a break, but has to climb over some fences and ( Read more... )