lastnite: a dream journal

Tootsie Pop

I've been housesitting, so I haven't had very many dreams. I haven't been sleeping well, although when I get sleep, it is deep.

As part of the cycle, after I haven't been able to remember my dreams, the first night afterwards I just can recall images. The next night usually has a very complicated dream, so there may be something to look forward to tomorrow.

Now, the images:

--I was in the bathroom of the place where I was housesitting, and I looked in the mirror only to find Brian H. behind me. I was terrified, confused, and angry. I just continued to wash my hands, wondering what to say.

--We start with an aerial view of a LA intersection, then swoop down until we're sitting in the car. I don't know who I'm with, but someone else is there. A mentally ill and/or drunk man is screaming, "How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?" I scream out, "Three." He turns towards me, and my companion steps on the gas. As we leave, he mutters, "The world may never know." (Probably a bleed-through from a commercial on Cartoon Network.)

Another Boston dream--this time I've lost my Pikachu backpack, but it turns out that I just put it in my car after getting off the subway. Matt and I went to a huge concert with all sorts of people. Jon Spencer and the rest of Boss Hog got onstage and performed about thirty seconds of a song before running offstage into a tiny room. I asked Matt if we all were supposed to run in there after him. We didn't know what was going on.