2006

pdt

fri
jun
23

(Dream) Achilles is running in and out of my bedroom, and when I go in, discover the boa constrictors coming out from under the mattress, one after another. They're following each other, the mouth of one inches from the tail of another. I get my girlfriend to wait in another room, and when I check on her, see she's under the balcony of our artist's loft, inside "the factory," laughing and carrying on with two of her girlfriends. Then I go back to the bedroom to see about killing off these snakes.

Going down to the elevator shaft, or stairway shaft of "the factory" I find Al Nelson putting all my artwork on the walls, and most of my stuff on the floor down below, where a group of people are helping us sort it out. The best way, I see, as someone pushes the last of my junk across the floor to the other side, with just their foot, is to make a "clean side" and a "cluttered side." (Fin)

pm
1:02

Waking up around one minute to noon, I discover a curious relationship between my posture on the bed and the two paragraphs of the dream up above. When I'm on my belly with my head facing to the right, towards the window of my bedroom, I'm vividly remembering the first paragraph, with all the snakes still doing their thing.

Rising up a little and turning to the left, towards the art on the wall three feet across my tiny room, I'm vividly remembering the second paragraph of the dream, with the elevator shaft and all, which I now see is the side of the bed I have to be careful not to roll off of during the night, if I don't want to crash from the heights of my "captain's bed" onto the floor.

My dreamscape clearly has its ideas of my surroundings during the night, as I roll around and feel pressure from the bed against my genitals, or touch maybe the center of my chest ... or whatever I'm doing, because I don't really know, being asleep and all.

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