brothel fetish atrocity and the failures of our civilization

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Lived at the old High Park house from a few years ago, but with my family. I entered the livingroom one morning to find all the furniture in the entire house shifted to a big mass in the center of the room.

My father had decided to renovate. He did not discuss this with anyone, even though it would involve a severe inconvenience to all and we might even be required to contribute (this vague awareness that I did pay rent at the house that was the basis of this dream probably supplied this impression). This annoyed me. I was further upset by finding all kinds of disgustingness, including a mangled skunk/crow carcass in the toilet, which I for some reason decided to move to the stovetop, perhaps to cleanse with fire.

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giants having giant orgies after they feast on humanity

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My sister N was keeping a raccoon at a hotel our family was staying at. We were on some sort of resort thing where my parents had pre-established elderly friends. Anyway everyone seemed ok with the raccoon but me. I kept telling my family that it would bite us in our sleep and give us the rabies. Kept insisting that it had rabies. My sister had set it up a little room inside this massive oven that was in one of the rooms of the hotel suite. He even had little furniture and things. There was a frozen turkey inside the oven that we were just starting there, and she didn’t seem bothered that he kept trying to eat it. No, he won’t eat it, don’t be silly, that sort of thing. My mother was totally unconcerned, saying she had to spend enough time preparing food for the family that she didn’t have any left over for caring about whether or not a raccoon is something to be concerned about. Continue reading

dystopias are bad and parents are annoying

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Some sort of dystopia. I was part of a plot to bomb an airplane, which would somehow further the goals of the resistance movement. An internet-savvy Japanese girl was involved. Also, so was time-travel.

The problem is the dream shifted gears to being about how annoying my subconscious seems to consider my parents, and yet never shed the dystopia/terrorism sub-plot, which made it really annoying. Continue reading

giant wolves, exploding a table

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January 11th, 2002

How do I manage not to update this thing?

Last night I dreamt that MS [a girl I was living with at the time] was crying. I thought I’d try comforting her to I was all like trying to be nice and stuff and then she yells at me “Get your hands off of me” and starts yelling her head off. I guess either I came off as a little sarcastic and cruel or something, or maybe I was being sarcastic without realizing it, but she was pissed. And then a friend of hers, who was this tubby black chick from [my boss’]’s vacation photos (jeez, talk about obscure character!) came in to defend her. It’s a crappy situation. Some other shit happened, some cool possibly involving monsters, but I don’t remember. Continue reading