There seems to be a couple dreams that got mixed up…

First of all I remember following the story of this guy who was showing a series of stamps to a postmaster in Germany (I think). Anyway, the stamps were all photographs of the guy who was showing them to the postmaster. Self-portraits from different time periods. He was explaining how each one used original materials and costumes from the eras. He was also explaining his life in a larger picture as well. Said that he had done such and such for years and that finally he had had enough and saved up 25′000$ so that he could do everything perfect in these photos. I guess he wanted to do photography for stamps (though thinking about it in waking life, that doesn’t seem to be a very lucrative career choice). The postmaster was obviously very impressed at the man’s abilities and could see the effort that went into producing the stamps. The guy was a pretty decent model too. I remember being low in the scene, almost like a hidden camera in a briefcase sitting on a chair.

Another one had me participate in a race between a human shopper with shopping cart and a robotic shopping cart. The funny thing was that the robotic cart was so small, like it could only hold three items or something. Anyway, I was in control of this robotic cart. It was awful. It was supposed to find the correct item, which the first was a plant in a pot. It broke several trying to get them into itself. Once it did get one, it drove around too frenetically and ended up dumping it three feet away. I had to push it at certain points. It was a complete disaster. Also, this wasn’t a cart I had made, which seems weird.

Had this dream as I slept in the car on my way to NYC…

I was in my studio, and it was really cold. The windows were all frosted up and I thought it was really weird. I checked the windows and it was really windy and kind of blowing through the cracks and whatnot. So I was going to pull the curtains over to block some of the draft. But as I undid them, they were all frosted up as well and bits of frostiness fell off. Odd, I thought.

Went back to talking with Sean and Nick. Sean was saying very sarcastically how he loves doing commercial work and how rewarding it is to please a client. Uh huh. I got a phone call then, and I looked at the ID and it said ‘Hello’ and some numbers. I thought it said ‘Holly’ and wondered why Holly would be contacting me. When I answered, a woman was on the other side acting a bit hysterical. She was sobbing and said, “I… was… following him. And… I hit him… Now… he’s dead!” and then there was nothing. I asked who it was, was she alright, where she was.. all that sort of stuff, but I got nothing back. I tried to think of what to do next

What remember was that I was in a class where people were reading their reports out loud. One person wrote about Guy Debord (or someone that I can’t quite remember the name of) and it was an okay report. Then the next person started reading his paper. It started with the same line as the first guy’s. He kept reading though, until myself and another person started making statements out loud about it being a total scam. The two people had obviously taken these off the internets. It was a lame scene.

While I was trying to get some good comfy-chair sleep, I was in that state where you are half-awake/half-asleep. And I saw these intense flashing rotating lights through my curtains. There was a loud scraping sound too, and so I thought it was a snowplow going by. Though I thought this was suspicious due to it not being snowy outside. Anyway, I kind of woke up after this…

Only to fall back into the undecided state. This time the sound and the electricity in the air was all around me and intense. I could see the lights again and sense that something was acting upon me. I immediately thought of an alien tractor beam, trying to suck me up. My arms raised up slowly as though being pulled. The noise was next to deafening, why wasn’t I waking up?!? And then I did.

Only to fall asleep again and have some dream where I ended up talking to HB and her face was all potmarked. I thought it was weird, and tried to listen to her, but couldn’t do anything but stare at her face. I think it made her self-conscious.

I remembered this dream while I was listening to Mitch Hedberg.

I remember this girl (was it Jen?) was smoking and she blew out some smoke. It was super thick and slow and traveled up and around my face and into my ear. It killed all the sound and made everything happen in slow-motion. The girl was trying to ask me if everything was in slow motion, but I could only read her lips. It was freaking me out, except that I could show how freaked out I was because everything I did was just super slow. I only hoped that I would return to normal soon.

I was reminded that I had a dream last night when I saw this image in CNN.com’s Offbeat Images slideshow. Later on in the day a friend said she saw a horrible car accident on her way to the airport. Believe it or not…

What I remember from it that I was walking down a street on a nice day when I car came crashing down onto the sidewalk a half-block in front of me. But I didn’t see the smashed car at all. It was like it moved off-screen. I was absolutely amazed to say the least and looked up to see if I could figure out where it actually came from. I ran towards the wreckage, but don’t remember there being any actual parts of the car that I could see. I just remember feeling so amazed.

Had this dream a few nights ago… All I remember was that I was going to go into a meeting for some reason or other. And then Daivd LaChapelle was the guy I met with. He talked a lot, and I wondered why I was there because what he was saying had absolutely nothing to do with me or anything I could do.

Apparently I am way too influenced by the next day’s events in my dreams…

Last night I dreamt that I was in an apartment with my lady friend and we started to notice a commotion that was unusual in the city. We were on an upper floor of a hi-rise and so had a good view of what was going on. It was night time, and all of a sudden we hear a loud hissing sound, like a radiator valve blowing off steam. It was loud and then there was a missile that launched out of the ground with all the fire and smoke shooting out the rear. We were stunned. There were things flying into the city though it was a ways off. We all shouted versions of, “What are we supposed to do in this situation? Seriously, what the hell do we do?!?” The lady and other person who was in the apartment ran out and I assume tried to get out of the building. I stayed and watched the missiles being launched into and from the city. There were explosions and I could see ships racing in from the sea. They just cruised right on up to the port and then all the ships in port were crammed into the city. There was a beautiful reddish light on everything that made it all look like plastic. And as the ships crunched up the building, the building started to twist. That’s when I freaked out… The building was going down and now I’m going to die!!! But as blackness descended on me, I could still feel my environment.

I think somehow after all this, the building was twisted back into place and I was outside watching it.

I was working at COT on some project and the boss asked me if I had taken care of something. I told him that I had, it would be done the next day. And he was satisfied with that and left. Then I went to see how this woman was doing on her work, and she had just finished whatever thing she was working on. I asked her if she could get this thing done that the boss wanted to know about. She seemed a little put off that I was asking her to do something immediately after she had just finished this other thing. And she didn’t think she could do it that quickly. And as we were talking about this, the whole staff came busting into the room, with the boss yelling at me for lying about having the project ready or about lying to him about talking with this woman. In any case, he was mad and I had been caught lying at JC’s workplace. It was rather embarrassing, and I tried to explain what was going on, but really it was such an excuse, and I was just mostly embarrassed about having JC think less of me.

First thing was that I was driving with my father. We needed to each get 10 bucks to go to the movies and so I was looking for an ATM. I passed by one, and then had to turn the car around, and that was a total pain. People not letting me through and all that sort of road rage power bullshit. And after I finally got through and into the place where the drive-up ATM was, I couldn’t turn around quick enough to actually get next to the ATM. So, I had to do all this backing up and turning and everything and all sorts of other cars started showing up and cutting into the line and pushing me out of the way and all that. I was freaking out at this point. What a lousy day I was thinking! And so I finally was able to get my nose in there to be the next one, and I drove forward and smacked into the ATM enclosure. I flipped out. My dad gave me one of those silent, “You should have let me do this, because you’re incompetent” looks. I backed up a bit and someone tried to weasle their way in, and I wasn’t letting it happen, and got up to the ATM. My dad got his 10 dollars, and then I tried putting my card into the machine and it spit it out. I tried turning it around, nothing. turning it sidways, and it almost got stuck. Nothing would allow me to get any money. I shouted “Mother Fucker!” at the top of my lungs at this point, and then woke up.