On my TV, I could watch actual break-ins and other crimes. I had a three-ring binder with a log of what was going to happen. I had the time, weapon involved/crime, drugs involved, address, and happy face symbol indicating outcome. But this dream was interrupted by the following fragment.
I was on the phone with Aali. Then there was a horrible rumble and the sound of his phone dying. I think my phone hit the wall and both lines were disconnected. Aali asked me if I was still there and I noticed I had the cordless phone on, down by my feet. I got the phone; the earth stopped rumbling. I opened my blinds and nothing looked extraordinary. I just couldn't speak. It was such a struggle to get out "what's happening?" I was quite disturbed by the earth's rumbing. (This part could have been real, although the earth rumbling was probably a trash truck or something.)
I then returned to my earlier dream. I turned the page of the three-ring binder. On the TV, a dark figure ran zigzag between trees in the fron yard. It was an animated dog and big animated letters popped out on the screen: "FALA/NALA: The Adventures of a Dog." It was an ad for a show on NBC. I turned the page in my binder. The time given was 6:57 am. The crime? Break-in with gun. The man was "high on delirium." The happy face was moaning with pain with blood running down its face. It sounded like a "good one." Then I remembered it was real life and wondered what precautions had been taken. The address told me it was in a lower-class neighborhood. I hypothesized about whether the victim and burglar knew each other.
"I can't believe they have wicker furniture," a voice said as I watched the heart monitor flatline.
I was in a school of some sort. Jon kissed me on my forehead and pulled me by my arm. He looked longingly at the women's bathroom. I told him to go on in, no one would notice. We went in and an old man was pacing back and forth between the sinks. Katie came up to me and hugged me. "You hug really well. did you know that?" I just shrugged and told her I had been practicing. Then Jon pulled me by the arm again and we were in his house. His parents were Regis and Kathie Lee. Kathie Lee was wearing a big poofy square dancing outfit. Then we were watching his parents on television. Kathie Lee was interviewing some blonde chick. Her dress poofed out so you could see her underwear. She started yelling and then mooned the audience with her white briefs. Regis then apologized for Kathie's behavior. Jon pulled me upstairs.
I was sitting in a living room on a fainting couch. Nicole called and asked me why I wasn't watching American Bandstand. I asked who was on, and a wrestling-announcer voice bellowed, "the grand slam, number 1 band, Poison!" I jumped up to turn my television on and slowly a picture of them came on and the band broke through the picture. I then found a bunch of french fries in my backpack.
I was in the kitchen with two other people. It was overcast outside. In a pot on the stove, the frosted rainbow marble stuff was liquid. It still had the same powdery stuff on it. Bubbles were beginning to rise from the bottom and we were using Easter egg wire holders to catch the bubbles. Some Pollyanna-ish chick kept chanting "Let's make bubbles while we can." They made lots of bubbles and I found a yellow streamer. It got darker and the people left. Then I was laying on the floor of the kitchen watching the news. A story came on that I had heard about before: a man had beheaded and dismembered his daughter. Then something came on about football and how Denver could "fake it all."
My head had huge red boils that needed lancing.
Nicole was driving somewhere and I was riding along. I was going through the glove compartment and found many unopened ambient cds from some box set. I started to unwrap them all. Two guys hopped in the car. Some blond guy named brian with green eyes sat at my feet. He just stared at me and I at him. He had brown flakes near the edges of his pupil. We stopped and Nicole leaned against a brick building as she sat on the concrete. She proceeded to cut herself and pour wine in the bleeding wound. She then stuck lit cigarettes in the cut. I only saw her do this to her ankle. Then she put a Band-Aid on it as green pus oozed out. Brian kept staring at me and the other guy paced by a lamppost.
I was running through the rain to Tori Amos' house. She wasn't famous, just a friend. She lived in New Orleans.
I was in a physics class with Hamid and Kip. Since there were so many people, we were split into boys and girls. I went to the girls' room, led by my chemistry professor Dr T. I was given my choice of a broken chair or a wheelchair. I tried both and neither worked. Ii tried to prop the three-legged-chair-that-should-have-had-four-legs on the wheelchair, but it was uncomfortable. I then ripped off the three legs and placed the cushion on the wheelchair and sneered.