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At an old château we wander the grounds to find part of the building old and in ruins, but an arch over head has a skull inbeded in it. Marking a catacombe. We open the cellar doors and decend. Pictures of pop culture line the way. Once down in the catacombes it appears as if everything is arraged like an antique mall. Little stalls of funiture and little trinquets. I find some little fabric button looking this. One of the people with me remarks their name and starts to take them off of the index card they have been placed on. I don't recognize the word that the other person used. I ask him and he repeats it. One of those things that perhaps only exist in dreams. Vaguely French. He goes on to explain that they are little buttons that are pinned onto one's collar as decoration. I comment that we should try to sell most of this stuff in a garage sale. I then come across a tall dresser with a small collection of asian figurines fornicating on top. Like the ivory figurines...

I had a dream last night that I was back at my first job of working at Michael’s arts and crafts. Picking up extra shifts. The other ladies working there couldn’t figure out why I was there because everyone’s hours had been cut short. This was shortly followed by an announcement over the intercom that employees are not allowed to do any employee purchases due to the economy which put a stop to me selecting new pens for my holster. So I begin to leave to store which then the boss and I end up at the front doors at the same time, me leaving, her arriving. She is wearing some kind of garish feather outfit. I could only compare this to that thing once worn by Bjork, except in black. Outside of the store a revolution has erupted. Citizens against tanks. Digging out little trenches in the mud as people get shot left and right. Soon the new leader is in office with others, all in black military dress. The leader is complaining because after the whole revolution the new idea f...

While hanging out with my father he showed me a picture he had taken of three trees clumped together. He told me that he had forgotten where he had taken it, but I remembered it was at some back road from Roundup. The back road was actually a hiking trail that transcended slowly down a cliff. Amazing sights of the things below, like a motocross track. As we went along I saw a tree that I felt a need to take a picture of. It looked somewhat like a Playmobile tree of something in the Amazon. Large with bright green shades of leaves to be painted in Rococo paintings. I hurried ahead to find that perfect angle in which to shoot it, but as my shot became more and more blocked I quickly found out that the hiking trail ended by going into someone’s house. Turns out that it was the house of someone I knew from back in my grade school days and I had been on fairly good acquaintances with his father. Somewhat of an awkward hello as I attempted to explain that I was trying to take a picture ...

While driving along I found some friends stopped on the side of the road and decided to offer some help. Turning down dome drugs from the unknown passenger and having one of my friends explain my drug habits, or lack there of, plus the fact that I was driving. As I pushed the tiny pipe, that had a small red stripe resembling a vein, out of my face it fell between the seat and center console of the car. We decide to park, or perhaps we crashed, and we then begin to walk the rest of the way home. This takes us through a Scottish botanical garden set on the edge of a cliff/steep hill, which we slide down trampling the flowers that work to slow our descent. Once we reached the bottom we found that a guided tour was just starting up and we had left a hideous mark in the side of the hill as we slid down. At this point we find ourselves booking it out of there, so we aren’t seen by the blue-haired ladies coming around the corner. No abrupt ending to the dream that I can remember, just a ...

As I played a slight game of flirting chase the girl told me she had to leave at 1pm to go perform in the Olympics, it was 1:23pm. An hour ahead for what she was thinking. She assured me that she was not trying to steal information from me, but I assured her that I knew she had already stolen my information and I didn’t really care. Later I was packing for France. While climbing about on a compactable bunk bed I was practicing my French like the verb descendre. When I made it down to the floor as the bunk bed fell apart the ‘mother figure’ was packing her accordion. It had its own seafoam green case that reached up to about my waist. Quite the large accordion. We compared accordions and I told her of my plan of having mine as my carry on. The room was all seafoam green and white with an overly strong feel of a British nursery, à la Mary Poppins. Amongst all this I was trying to find my drawings of grotesque arm, hand, and eye beasts on black and white tile. Made from q...

I had a dream I was getting married this morning. I don’t want to have that dream again.

I had some odd dreams this morning involving my father. First he was trying to convince me to get something on my right ear pierced to help balance things out, he even recommended a small dermal behind my ear. In reality he usually just says nothing about my piercings, though he did tell me, before I started getting pierced and expressed an interest in such, that the history behind piercings was that sailors would get them for every time they crossed the equator. He stated that while trekking through Kenya that he crossed the equator so many times, many unknowingly because he was just in the Savanna, that he could get pierced as many times as he would like, he just chooses not to. Somehow this dream then jumped to me talking about student loans with him and how in borrowing 4thousand dollars I now owed the government 40thousand dollars, immediately. I did not like this aspect of the dream. As a consolation, a friend (who seems to only exist in my dreamscape) invited me over to play vid...