Other people around.  I've gone off with him in other dreams but don't want to be obvious. They get involved in something and P. invites me for a shower or it's assumed I'll join him.  There's an inevitability despite my feeling I shouldn't since he has a girlfriend.  He's cut his hair. shaved his beard. I think this is again that shower in a bed. he's naked and his hips are too wide--like he's got 3 spines wide in the center in a wrong way.  He wants oral sex [this is due to the B.J. episode on X Files.] He does come and there's a hint of sexual possibility but it goes nowhere.There is a box of hair color (my color) that has an alarm button on the top that is flashing.  I push it to turn it off. I don't know why it was set.  His girlfriend's makeup bag overturns and we're trying to put the things back but they are mixed up with mine. He doesn't seem to know which are hers and we push items in then he zips it and stuffs it into a cubby.  She eventually arrives and I'm surprised that she doesn't realize the situation.

Walking over to another part of the restaurant through an alley.  Out in the street it's ominous with gangs. Guys going to a club called SEE or IF that I remember from another dream. A man with dirty blond hair in blue shirt and jeans wants to touch his left chest. A friend pulls him away. I go back.
Waitressing.  A man sitting behind the booth in underwear. When "I"(Becky not me) he wants food on the floor.  He says "I know you want to put down a placemat."  He wants waldorf salad which now includes asparagus.

Monica and I arrive at our hotel room that we're sharing with and unknown parisianne woman [this is likely due to french ancestry question from Emily.] I can hear her in our room as we walk up to it so we move off to the side to chat/regroup before going in.

[As I'm drifting off] Monica says: "a woman having one (an affair) is a Mason"

Take a shower at the end of a bed. Kicking some of the sheets out of the way.  Told Monica's boss he'd given her an impossible task since he couldn't quantify how amny people she needed to prepare for.   He had fingers attached to metal as his key tag.  I ask if these were his fingers.  He got silent but it seemed likely they were yet I don't remember him missing any.

My glasses were broken from my twisting them too much.  Playing with Simba under the couch I pull a cloth out afterward that is covered with fur and he has a 3X6 inch spot on his back where the fur is very short and around is about 3 inches high.  The missing bit is on this cloth. I try removing more fur and discover that the cloth is actually a fake fur piece complete with label and zippers that had come off of him. Wendy walks into the room and I turn away quickly removing the tape from my forehead (act which should have alerted me that I was dreaming.) I'm living with Colette in the upstairs level of a house but it isn't completely it's own unit. As we have more space than we need I want to ask Kerry to move in.  Trying to work myself up to asking in a "this means nothing way" but haven't talked to him in so long.

3-12/11
My house was a mess.  Sitting on the floor in kitchen watching under the heater.  A hermit crab comes out to eat something. A group of small bugs swarms then retreats. The cats (2-- thinner than Ping) come up and attempt to get at something through a hole in the fridge.  I open the small door and find little containers of dressing.  Monica was there giving me cleaning advice.  I drop a glass. Then it's night and I'm outside mopping the street.  There is still snow in places and the hot water melts it but the task is daunting.  I give up when there are too many pine needles. Walking back I run into K. who's drinking with a friend at a table set up outside. He's rather drunk and wearing a white T-shirt. I almost don't recognize him.  He's filling out something for a contest and has forgotten something crucial like his name.  They come back with me to my house where we hang out in the living room.  Later I go looking for K. I wonder if either he or his friend know where he lives.  Finding him asleep on a couch I kiss him lightly on the lips and wake up.

3-4-2011
I sewed the crack between my toes with white thread.

3-2-2011
I was on the phone with John B. walking back and forth in my little house with an opaque blood red veil over my face.  Was telling him my plan to wrap one of my metal snowmen or santa's in lights and put it outside my neighbors window (not christmas though--it's spring.  This was to be an offering to cheer them up.) I find a guy sitting on the porch outside. John falls asleep listening to me.  Apparently the guy who had the house previously had invited people to stay there for some big college hippy party. The hippies keep getting in wanting to stay.  I feel inclined to keep one that it could be an adventure but they'd take advantage. Wendy and I walk up to the part of town where the big party is to be held.  The houses are very grey.  One on Broadway is a shell of a structure.

2-18-2011
Staying at F.  parents with C. who would often walk in on her father in the bathroom. I remembered Myra was there too.  Called to her and she came out with her usual happy meow.  She had a skin diesease that made her skin more visible under her fur and burned in the sun--vampiric.  A vet did a demonstration with another cat who caught on fire.  The vet had sent tests in and felt Myra could be treated.  He commented that so many tests/money spent on Myra without an answer.  C. wanted to go to there summer home.  I was going to go too.  We packed.  She wouldn't let me bring Myra.  She suggested I ask her mom to take care of her.  I consider calling W. to ask her to take care of M.  Decide I ought to go home that it might be nice to just be the 2 of us and that would be better for Myra.
I'm in bed with Mr. F (not in a sexual way) who keeps rolling around pushing me (we are both wearing different patterned navy striped pjs) when C. comes in to say the roads are closed due to snow.

1-20-2011

Visited WP's apartment. I was waiting for him then started snooping. One closet held only 4 large Flinstone dresses/costumes. Another closet, also with a cloth for the door but this one red, led to his parent's house and I remembered that he lived in their basement. After finding this I was feeling nervous about turning on lights. A hallway by the bathroom though led out into the lobby of the apartment building. His apartment had no lockable doors and 2 arches led out into the lobby so anyone could just walk in. I was there with someone else (male) who looked through the fridge with me. We found little packs of women's nightgowns in the fridge. I thought "this is what a bachelor's pad looks like" mentally refuting when Albert had said that about Wendy's apartment.

12-15-10

Had visited a store with F (who kept kissing me.) Was drawing kids clothes when my alarm went off.

#1 distressed denim a subtle navy floral 3 ruffles.

#2 black. tie. dotted.

10-9-10

Saw a documentary movie with Jack. as an unnamed expert. In it the viewer trusts him. At a show/talk work event I sat between G. Smith and Jack who seems like he's going to ask me out. He tells me I owe him $35 for the shirt. I thought I'd paid him! Then he says I owe $50 a month. I mention having seen the film. He invites me to go to a school event. Tells a story about orgasms calming men and how this doesn't happen to him since he doesn't have them. Hinted at childhood drama. I'm distracted by a girl talking to me. Then Jack mentions something a friend of his had said at her coming out party-something about "best cunt on the airplane." The girl & I both try to come up with similar phrases but I get distracted by realization that Jack is hinting he's gay. Turns out the girl is the friend who'd had the party. Later she warns me off Jack--but he seems like he wants to hang out.

2.) She threatens to kill me. I'm alone at her apartment and it's a trap. I'm supposed to walk around and trigger things that will kill me. I realize and go out the window instead. [I don't appear again as me.] omnipotent view of her and Jack and friends in the room bun unrecognizable-younger. She realizes trap didn't spring so all of them use their will at once--building falls with explosion. In her mind it's my fault.

nov. 2010

There had been running & searching through brown rooms. Something about Hitler (he's been in the news.) Then I go downstairs to ask my mom to make pizza. She's sitting laughing in the midst of a posh party. I walk up to her and wake up.

Friends of mine were showing me the rooms they were renting off season from frat boys. Big rooms with wall size tvs. Colette's room had the biggets tv (movie size) it had a setting that gave the image a watercolor look. Her other furniture was a bed, 2 couches pushed up together and lots of folding chairs set up randomly throughout the room.

She walked me down the hall past elevators to "my" room. For a door it had a flowered curtain. Through closed glass doors just beyond my door I could see lots of other rooms in a highrise building where the frat only rented out this floor/section.

In my room there was a rectangular window looking out on fall trees. There was a sink, a strange green plant (there was a strange green feel to the entire room. Old 1970's magazine sun glare,) a refrigerator, and a workbench which had a photo of a lock that was similair in thickness and gloss to my paintings on plastic and a sock monkey teddy bear that I decided I would sleep with. There was no bed and strangely no tv. Despite it being more interesting a room than the others I felt the lack of the tv was a status issue. I discover a back room with a bed, an old tv, 2 refrigerators one right in front of the other pushed out of my way and hidden behind those a snack vending machine. I conclude I'll enjoy it here.

woke because of an excellent song name--"You should finish at 50%." I have no idea what the song was.

I was planning on taking a difficult math class at a school where the cost of the class was equal to the number of students taking it. My class was not popular. Two students=$200.

My mom and sister were convinced I was dying because my hair had gotten curly.

At Smoo's palatial stone house where she displays her art and sculpture. Thor, a sculpture in the lower level comes to life and moves some walls around while we watch from the stairway. Later as we are leaving so tourists can visit, a horse sculpture comes to life and rides out.

I'm running along a busy traveled dirt road so I'm cutting through the yards. The grass is damp and I'm wearing knee length argyle socks. I'm gleeful with this state and realize I'm returning to a favorite new dream house -the house by the water. I break in but as before I am welcomed. I am in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the tub and bathe. I am washing my vulva (the specificity questioned by my real brain of the dream one.) The owner comes in and shows me how to fold up the tub. Spend several days there. Keep borrowing Colette's hand lotion. One day see a lot of helicopters overhead. They're fighting and one hit, falls but lands rather than crashes. The crew is also taken into the house.

I saw them having sex. He was lying on the bed propped against a pillow she was stradling his legs. I suppose I dreamt it because he said they didn't have sex. strangely, in the room across the hall my grandparents were also having sex. I ran back down the hall and the orange flags of my dress flew out behind me.

Sat. April 8th 5:41am. Walking I remember the dream I was having when I woke up: Colette had stepped in shit AGAIN and there was shit all over the apartment. I was trying to clean it off at the same time I was getting a call from my sister telling me that my flight to Australia was set and I needed to be at the airport at 10am and it was 9am...It's disturbing to realize you've been having a recuring dream about cleaning up shit. On the walk I heard 2 guys talking and one was relating a story saying that he'd gotten up too many times and he wasn't sure he could do it again.

Dream about working with designers. I drew some images that one illucidated with other drawings. The other had the items made (there had been discussion of me making all of them myself overnight but I was tired and happy when I didn't have to do the sewing.) 2 drapy shirts, 2 skirts-one long with wide ribbon embellishments. lots of crepe. A kimona/corset that they didn't have silk for so made out of bubble wrap with writing on it. The final item was a shirtwaist (a sudden inspiration I had for what was missing from the collection.) The next day I was wearing it--stiffer than I'd pictured, it was the green I feared the paint for the bathroom would turn out to be.

There were several objects that were supposed to (say by falling asleep with it next to your ribs) take you to a point of dispair where you would discover quiet, solve the problem of the object (say remove it from where it had become imbeded in your heart) and thus be evolved as a person. There was one I considered trying but ultimately they frightened me. Accidentally the one with the sliver of wood at the tip became stuck in one of my fingers. For days I would suck at the spot trying to draw it out. I would spit the "poison" of it out. My mother noticed and tried taking tweezers to it. I took over and pulled the sliver out of my arm which opened up a little hole. Looking inside the red stallagtite cavern I saw that the stick part of the object was inside. I pulled it out in two 5 inch long pieces and searched for bits that had fallen off pulling those out too. The hole was not a concern but I did not feel that the experience had evolved me.