milk fist 47

I dreamt I was passing through an ice cream parlour to get to a museum. the museum housed prehistoric, living animals in water tanks. They looked angry. Especially the giant T Rex in his tiny tank. He looked as if he would break the glass at any moment and come after me. I left in a hurry.

Next I was milking a cow with professional ease. I don't like milk that much but I liked the action of extracting it from the teets. Next I poured a small amount of milk into a glass and drank it.

In a parking lot, a friend was going to drive me home but had met a pretty girl and was going to take her out instead so I went to get my things from his car when he offered me a job at the ice cream parlour. I declined because I had worked in one when I was younger. I was past that now.

I returned to my teaching job and was getting changed in the classroom. Topless, my students started entering and I scolded them loudly. They would not leave. I had to prick a needle to their heads to get them to visit the museum for a moment so I could get my clothes on.

spotlight on fist 46

I was on stage with Kurt Cobain looking so young. we were holding hands, lying on our backs and gazing up at a huge mountain. fans with cameras were taking pictures from the top of the mountain. somehow I caught myself in someone's zoom and was embarrassed to see the spot of hirsutism on my chin.

Next I was at a mansion which i shared with all of kurt cobain's wives. They were all jealous of me because I was his favourite.

responsibility fist 45

The dream involves everything. I was ok then giving wood to a homeless man so he could sit, lotus style. Then I was in an asylum with my sister and they were giving me crazily named drugs for my problems and I was watching cartoons on the ceiling of the common bedroom. Beside me, my sister's husband, an Indian man, came to visit her and I was jealous so I joined the Navy film industry and I was the boom operator hanging off the side of a red tanker with huge waves coming at me at night and I was about to become immersed in ocean and I couldn't breathe but I survived only to commit some other error where my own inattention caused the beheading of a fellow crew mate whose head lay on the floor and was then picked up by my superior who waved it in my face as I fled in fear. She followed me with the head all the way into a tiny latrine and threw the head in there with me and then I was allowed shore leave but it was only a test. I ran outta there and got lost in a new city of both un and familiar places I headed for a vintage clothing store but found instead a maze of restaurants and then I was in a trailer and resting finally but there was a problem and the people in the trailer got killed. We backed into a woman who has glass coming out the top of her head and the other gets a blowjob from his dog but somehow they all die and I am blamed and so I am on the run again in an old car running backwards trying to get away from the Navy film industry who are following me all the time and we back up into fire and I yell "Other way! Other way!" as we drive pas the Navy film captain and keep going when I wake up exhausted.

robot dream fist 44

I dream that I am having sex with a robot in a most unusual position.

dervish dream fist 43

I am in a hotel room watching some whirling dervishes spin on tv and suddenly out of nowhere there appears a whirling dervish in my room. He is sitting and watching tv with me. Then the dervish gets up to leave and tells me to follow. I don't.

Later I walk outside barefoot and cannot believe the abundance of large cartoon-like mushrooms on the warm ground with white heads and black buttons - I want to eat them, but I don't.

red dream fist 42

It's been months. No dreams to speak of as early light threw me out like unwanted skin. I finally dreamt that I had painted a large red keyhole onto a yellow canvas and people were mad at me because it wasn't representational.

grey gardens dream fist 41

I am in Paris but it feels more like Rome eating at an outside cafe by myself. I make a mess on my beige sweater. Food.

I head inside the restaurant to the back. The place is filthy. The kitchen and bathroom are in the same room. I enter the kitchen and then the bathroom to the right. It is also filthy. Afterwards, I exit, washing my hands in the kitchen sink - leftover, rotting food everywhere.

I am on the street. It is sunny and I am wearing a hat. I pass by a garden full of pink and purple root vegetables stacked high. Huge leaves in a pile in the corner. Tannia root.

mini fist 40

I dreamt that I was lifting heavy furniture; for hours.

baby fist 39

My sister had adopted a baby but the baby had died. All her friends had come to the funeral but talked continuously about themselves. I politely asked them to shut up, as we mourned.

I decided to get another baby to replace the one that had died. I found one from Zimbabwe but had to go to New York to fetch it. It was late in the day and I was in a strange town.

I crossed wide roads and found a giant airport. I had to buy a ticket but couldn't locate the ticket counter. So I sat in a waiting area for a while and kept dropping my chocolate croissant. Of course, that was the domestic terminal and so I made a mad dash to the international terminal running through the airport dropping my croissant.

Finally I found the right ticket counter and entered just ahead of a large tour group lead by an orange-bearded man. The woman at the ticket counter thought I was confused - somehow our conversation was not in English but I could not recognize the language. A Zimbabwean friend was at the ticket counter beside me, his dreads defying gravity.

I dumped the entire contents of my bag looking for my travel papers. My teaching material spilled over the counter. I finally located my passport and awoke.

istanbul dream fist 38

I have a baby. He is tinier than normal. It is night and my parents, not my parents, are both on the phone spreading the news of my return. I am holding the tiny thing looking up at the night sky full of stars. There is incredible wind and so many shooting stars that some of them gather into the shape of a pine tree in the sky like an aurora borealis.

A small UFO flies overhead and as I point to it and shout I accidentally drop the baby. My parents do not hear me with the wind and their own conversations and I am hysterical gathering the baby in my arms. A 2nd UFO lands nearby as I run inside the house to tend to the baby.

I set him down and gently move his head from side to side to try and awaken him. He is groggy but wakes up with a smile and I am so happy I drool on him.