Kirby and I were staying in a place like Guerneville for a bear event like LazyBear. It was kinda like a cabin in that it was free standing with other similar structures, but the inside was more like a motor home. We had gone out somewhere and returned with 3 animals. Two of them were spider monkeys, one the parent of the other. The parent we named Panjema and the child Reilly. They other animal was a little vague too me but I think it was a raccoon that we named Tim. There was a white dog involved and that’s where the confusion came in. We were with someone in the cabin that was telling us that it was going to be difficult to register the monkeys because they weren’t common animals.
They wanted to be able to reproduce more Paul McCartneys when he died, so they drained him body fluids and put them into a large plastic container. Then they cut off his scrotum and adhered it to the outside of the container.
I was in a foreign country but I’m not sure where. It seemed to be Africa, but some of the people of this tribe looked like they could be South American, others Australian Aboriginies, and others North African, and even others South African. They were a tribe that lived around a lake and used the lake for fishing. We must have had a guide because I remember someone telling me about the people and how they lived though I’m not sure who that person was.
The people had been collecting meat for dinner. There was fileted fish chunks in a bucket, cow in another, and people were preparing other things at a large table slab, all outdoors. They had a fire going in some sort of clay oven type aparatus with a lid. I was hungry and took a couple wooden skewers and skewed some fish chunks, opened the lid on the oven and placed them on the coals.
There was an Aboriginal looking man who was the sheriff of this group of people. He had grey hair and a grey beard and he wore a long black coat. He reminded me of one of the men in “The Proposition.” He had four dogs up near his home and he was trying to get them to do some sort of dance or something.
Next, I was overlooking this large hillside. The people were harvesting very large orange squash and someone was explaining too me that the people are really dependent on these crops. Some animals eat that crops and sometimes there are very dry years that greatly affect the people. We seemed to be looking at it from high up. The squash was the colour of pumpkin, but the shape of deze goards.
I’m at the NE corner of Almaden and Branham where the two story shopping center is, but instead of that building, there’s a one level ranch style business building that runs very deep. I’m walking through with Nate Koechley and he’s talking to me about some complexities with two people. As we walk out, Nick Cotrufo is sitting on a wall just outside the front door and tells me that he got done with an interview for the manager’s position at the arcade. He asks me if I’m going for the position telling me that I’d be great for it. I tell him that I didn’t know about it and wonder why he would be informing me of a position that he’s interviewed for.
I’m a prisoner sent to an island with other prisoners. We’re sitting at the lower end of the island at the base of a large dark lake the sits in the center of the island. Around the lake is very dark and we’re at what I think is the south, at night, talking about our lives. We’re all wearing black and white striped prison clothes. We’re talking about our attraction to men which many of the prisoners have and are now admitting because there doesn’t seem a lot of reason to hide it. One of the men is rubbing my shoulders.
Suddenly a volcano in the west erupts. A huge halo of blue light is emitted from the volcano as well as enormous explosions in bright orange and red. Dinosaurs are being ejected from the area on fire out into the water and they’re swimmming to the west side of the lake. Then I realize that they’re starting to stampede toward where we’re sitting and I urge everyone to run toward the west where there are tall trees and to climb them as fast as we can so that we don’t get trampled.
It’s nighttime and I’m outside of a home and I’m thinking of renting a place to live. This seems to be 3 or 4 houses in one, combined in one building. The style is Spanish, white stucko outside as well as the inside walls. The floors are done in that cement patio style where the seems in between tiles are cruved grooves except that the colour is a very dark blue, almost black. All of the doors are open and there are people inside all of the homes and none seem vacant so I’m not sure which one is for rent. Inside, all of the doorways are arched and there are lots of plants hanging from the ceilings, pink vines with light green leaves. All of the places have silver metal furniture covered with black leather and there are tons of plants.
Play 2:
I’m walking down the street, it’s nighttime and I’m in the city. I walk toward three people sitting on benches chatting. One is a blonde woman whom I sit next to. She is having a conversation with John Koshi and another man sitting next to here. I start chatting also and the woman gets up and leaves. Then Koshi pulls out a very unusual knife. It has fours blades connected to one handle which is a very light minty green colour. He hands it too me and I comment that it reminds me of Wolverine’s claws. I examine the handle and notice that it’s made of bone, somewhat porous.
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I’m walking with another male in a field at night where there stands an enormous tree. It looks like a very mature live oak. Suddenly it’s struck by a lightning bolt only that the bolt doesn’t has the light. It looks like a tree branch itself… it’s dark and very ominous looking and it latches onto the tree and starts continually pounding into the core of the tree with one end of itself until sap is excreted by the tree, as if it’s leaching it.
I was sitting in bed with my computer on. I was chatting with someone online who had sent me two boxes in the mail. I unwrapped one of the boxes. In it was some sort of leather craft piece. I wasn’t too interested in it and decided to throw it away. I walked into the kitchen to do so. My mom was in the other room and I didn’t want her to know what I was doing. I went back into my room where the packaging was lying on the bed. I opened the other box and there was another leather craft item from this person. I was thinking that maybe I should save them, that they’d be sentimental at some point and was thinking of fishing the other out of the trash but my mom came in and asked who the boxes were from. I was like, oh they’re nothing, wrong address or something and brushed it off. It was kinda like Kirby as well as my mom, it’s hard to tell the difference. Suddenly she (they) are gone and Scot MacDonald sends me a reply to a running IM.
Kirby and I were driving somewhere. I was on the phone with Mel and we were talking. He was saying that he was somewhere going to his mom’s and we were in the country driving away from the sunset in some eastern town in the mountains. It was really beautiful and I was looking behind me trying to see the sunset and thinking that in the eastern part of the US, it was hard to see the sunset from the top of a hill because the hills were laid out in a strange fashion. But we were making this turn and I could slowly see the sun on the building tops in the distance behind us and it was beautiful. We parked outside of a little church and walked in. Mel was there and he said he wanted to show me something. He took me through a little door into a different part of the church. He said normally people weren’t allowed in here. He took me to an alter. It was a woman kneeling. I told Mel that she was suplicating. Kirby came in. Mel was telling me that I could play guitar in this room all day and night because it was a special day. No one would ask me to stop. There was an older woman in the room and was thinking about whether or not I wanted to play. It was a stone church and the acoustics were awesome. I asked Kirby if my guitar was in the back of his car. He looked out the window and said no. I decided I was going to go look and see if there was a guitar I wanted to buy in the local shop. I remember Mel carrying a big book that he was looking in. I also had a book in my hand when I was leaving. I think it was my copy of “The Occult in Art” and as I left, a minister was ushering in a couple of people. I noticed that there were lots of expensive books in the place and as I was leaving, there were two woman that were as well. I saw a very large book on the floor with a price tag of $149. I made it outside and looked at this quaint town wondering if I would find a nice guitar.
I was coming out of some sort of large complex and had had a not so great experience. Apparently, I had been visiting someone and they’d dissed me. I got into a large white van that Kirby was driving and told him what had happened and he got really upset with these people. As we were driving out of the complex, Kirby, rather than wait for the gate to go up, he drove right through it. It was so out of character for him, I was perplexed. As we drove, the sky got darker and I started to notice white objects falling out of the sky very slowly. Suddenly I was not in the van anymore, but standing on the road. The sky was a very dark blue like around twilight, and the things falling from the sky I proposed to be weather veins. There were hundreds of them, just gracefully floating. They were all different shapes and sizes and designs. All were made from some heavy white construction paper and were simply folded like oragami. Each one had some sort of depression that caused it to catch the wind differently and float and a different rate from the sky. I picked one up to examine it. It was probably 3 feet long and 8 inches wide and had the edges curled up and the center was a chamber probably 6 inches deep to catch the air. This one was a fast moving one.
I was walking through the office but it wasn’t my regular job/work office, it was the “dream” office that I’ve had a number of dreams in. I had spilled something on my shirt and had removed it and was walking through the office shirtless. I realized that I shouldn’t be doing this and rushed over to my desk to put on another shirt. Next thing I know, I’ve been called into a meeting that’s taking place at a restaurant. I’m thinking, oh great, I’m going to get fired. Instead, I find that I’ve been called in with others, mainly Adrienne, Shane, and two girls whom I don’t know. They’re asking us to work on a very important project though they don’t tell us what it is.
