These Dreams are Made of Bees

Friend has huge feather in her hair. At party. Smurf was there. Riding recumbent bike. What street to take? This is a musical.

Big downhill slide to get to downhill tram.

Tell Sandra Bullock that she is a real asshole.

Really steep staircase made of couch cushions. Almost fall off and die. Not great design.

Try to walk outside bbq restaurant food court, leads to long pitch black slide tube then opens to a neighborhood with a ball pit in the middle. Mad that most of the ball pit is fake. Only the part you initially land on is real. We realize we’re trapped, try to escape. Giant remote controlled sports car. It’s green.

Featherless turkeys everywhere. I run at them screaming to escape. I just want to eat my cheesecake.

Conan O’Brien performing his new song, “killing it on the dance floor.” It is about Warcraft.

Rather large bee rises from the dead. It is the size of a mouse.

Ordering full volume of Lifetime Television picture books, starting with Unauthorized Melrose Place.

Haunted toilet.

Evidence bottle not marked. Give to Perry Mason, who immediately wheels into a huge pit to protect it. He dies.

I have a small hat. You can’t see it. It is a hat on a molecular level.


I keep a Dream Log

I keep this log in the hope that I may make sense of all this at a later date.

“In college, on way to wedding design class, French – British war about to break out. Bringing two friends to class to hide from war. Stop at on campus motel 6 to pick up one friends bag. There is a raccoon in the room. Friend and managers do to get bag/catch raccoon. Friend calls raccoon her niece. Tell them to hurry, class starts in a second.

Climbing Texas hill at night, escalator tube, required glow in the dark luggage.

War strawberries are an annoyance.

Eyeliner you can log into and use across state lines.

Giant motor home thing with trees, expanding foam doll landscape.

Dozers were evil-stupid and were going to kill someone over onion rings and a painting. I stole the painting so she wouldn’t die.

Giant bag of coffee from Costco was spilling all over the office. Trying to get it into bags to save it.

Johnny Depp is the evil overlord to the world and keeps messing with my reality in order to prove his powers. I go to Tom Hanks for help but he tricks me and is in league with evil Depp. Fucking tiny round glasses.

There is a waffle on his cheese house.

Creepy red headed dolls stacked in the shower, smiling at me. When I look away, one will always fall down. Shove them into the shower and slam the door.

Ripping the wings of dragon costume.

Pool in the middle of the god dammed road. Where it looks like an Aztec temple. Gah, pool is under construction. I am shocked by exposed wires. Ow.

Tiny yellow dragons that get stuck on your shirt.

Group public dance website themed restaurant. Food sucks, too expensive. Leg growing from my chest. Trying to remember David’s phone number, only remembering phone number from blind girl movie.

Jake Peavy and Vanilla Ice are the same person.

The one where I married Ed Harris.”

Hello, I am Pink Tom Cruise.

Hello, I am Pink Tom Cruise.