superheroes, tiny human parasites, and an owl-moth, also sex

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dream green arrow wingsI was Green Arrow. I had learned – from reading a comic book actually – that Superman was unknowingly host to a civilization of tiny people who found a way of surviving in his body. I feel like they were probably Kryptonians (from Kandor?). So my sidekick – I don’t even remember who my sidekick was – is scaling the side of an apartment skyscraper and I remember thinking “what an idiotic way to get inside a building”. And really, it is. There’s plenty of ways you could sneak into a building that are a thousand times safer, or you could scale the building on the outside in plain view of the world and be easily spotted (including by someone inside the actual building). Plus, it would take for damn ever, and you’d be too tired for superhero business when you finally got to the right floor.

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secret erotic fanfilm

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I had a job in some big glass office room where perhaps a hundred suited middle aged men also worked. I had been apparently secretly collaborating with someone on some sort of fanfic movie of a computer animated porn movie series. Turns out the guy I was collaborating with worked there too. He was a hipstery Asian guy. Once I learned of this, I kept being worried that I would be found out by my employer due to this guy’s carelessness. Later I learned this guy wanted to keep it a secret too. So I felt better. Continue reading

genetically engineered, secret orgy

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I was living in an underground science complex thing, probably inspired by the compounds in Oryx and Crake which I am reading. I had somehow involved myself in an orgy, with women I assume were sex professionals. One of them asked me to hold her arms back so she couldn’t move. Anyway the security forces bust through the door and berate the two other guys who instigated this situation. Not because anyone had broken a law, but because they had exposed me to risk. I got the impression that there was a secret they were all keeping fro me – that I was very important, some sort of being created for a specific important purpose, there was only one of me and I could not have my health risked in any way or all would be lost. Everyone knew this but it had to be kept from me.

really rather disturbing

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I had a dream that my mom had a penis.  I learned this when I walked in on her while she was masturbating.  Awkward and a half.  She later wandered into my room and told me in this dazed and monotone fashion that she had accidentally sliced it off in a nail clipper or something and needed to go to the hospital to ask what gender she was.

evil neighbors took my van

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Wednesday, April 14, 2004 – Part Two

A few nights ago, actually I think it was the nap I took the day I got back (yesterday?), I had a dream about some family that hated me. The mother of the family was the next door neighbor kid G’s mom from England, though largely in appearance only. Her personality was that of a bitch whereas in real life the only time she ever had a tone was when she mentioned that Sliver was pornography when she saw it in our video collection (what is it with that forgettable movie and these dreams lately?). I can’t recall why she hated me, but it was definitely for a reason that made no sense. Like maybe I was supposed to take care of something of hers while she was away and then it broke when she got back and had to order a new one. Anyway, they her sons, who were dumb followers, were standing at the window watching me masturbate and as soon as I realized it I hid somewhere and chucked rocks at their heads for ages. I was so good I managed to get the rocks to bounce off one and hit the other. Strangely they were hurt but just stood there about thirty meters away not really understanding where the rocks were from. Then suddenly they mobilized, and I realized the whole family was moving after me and might want to kill me so I found a place to hide in a van I owned. Then they all got in the van and I was like “what’s going on this is my van” and she’s like “let me tell you about having to order [bla bla bla, alluding to the event that was the cause of her hatred for me]”. So I guess I basically had to give them my van. What a bitch. I think the watching me masturbate thing was from an episode of Trailer Park Boys.