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I first remember a group of friends, we were in an indoor basketball court about to play paintball.  I was setting up my equipment when my teammate approached me, Lung Butter.  He said he is going to stream the game and put it on YouTube.  He gave me a paintball mask that had a go-pro camera on, I said okay cool I'll wear it.  I turned on the camera and set up, and when I entered the game there were a lot of people on the court, it looked like a party.  The lights were dim except for multi-colored lights and lasers, and there was a bar, and a DJ.  I was confused where the game was going to happen with so many people dancing and drinking.  Everyone I came across saw my camera and acted out, I felt very popular, everyone was coming up to me, but not me personally but my camera, posing and shouting out.  I walked about wondering if the game was even going to happen, and felt out of place because I saw no one else ready to play paintball.  When I asked, everyone ignored me but not the camera, I was getting annoyed, and turned the camera off.  Suddenly, one of my teammates found me, and told me we were moving downstairs in an underground complex to play since the party was getting ridiculous.  Lung led me through the locker room area, into an elevator.  The ride down took, awhile, we had a conversation about his gf, my gf, new recipes we tried and chocolate habanero peppers.  When we arrived, we were in a cave lit dimly with torches and it was humid, in fact the walls and rocks, or stalagmites and stalactites were slick with dew.  He said they found people down here who would let us play and not let anyone else in, and I had to meet them.  So, I did, and the people looked like ants, like humans with antennae, large eyes, four arms and big booties.  That's all I remember, I was legitimately freaked out a bit, and woke up.  I hate having fevers.

hot chicks

I dreamed I was on the way to a party, it was bright outside and really humid.  I felt hung over or woozy as I stepped out of the car.  The apartment I was headed to seemed far, for some reason we parked at the opposite end of the parking lot, which was unnaturally big.  Super Wally-World sized lot, and I could feel the heat off it rising.  As I staggered for the apartment complex, I felt something land on my head, it was a chicken.  A fucking chicken flew and settled on my head, so rude, his clawed feet made me gnash my teeth.  I turned around because I heard  "peep-peep-peeping" behind me, to find a few chicks following the hen that gripped my noggin.  I thought "oh! the black top is too hot for them!", so I scooped up the chicks in my hands and immediately felt their little clawed feet burning my palms.  I hurried to the grass front yard to let them go, so hot in my hands, yet the parking lot seemed to grow ever larger, or our funky chicken party were all shrinking.  .  I woke up feverish, sweaty, hot and dizzy. 

meditation

I feel good.  Almost enough to forget how, so I stopped and sat on the floor.  No electricity except that in my brain, dancing and tickling my psyche.  I try to relax but even happiness strains the face muscles and tightens the core.  I tried to explore my mind, to unleash or uncover bits left hidden, but I am distracted.  Fuck it, go with it, I imagined my son.  He needs to learn to eat like a human being, haha!  I imagined he a pterodactyl, he wants to be one.  I tell him "well you eat like one", and he is a pterodactyl trying to use a fork to eat honey slammin' salmon and wild rice with peas and carrots, sweet potatoes.  I ask my pterodactyl if after his fish he would like to open his skin-fold wings and glide across the mesazoic landscape, he says no he wants an orange creamsicle.  "Eat your food!"  I next imagined a safe place, a nice place, a home away from home.  I have "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado stuck in my head.  I thought of Anne.  I smiled, in fact I'm cheesing geekily.  That's totally a word, geekily.  I thought of a place I like, it's outside.  The garden is kept, and the smoke from the grill calms the honey bees, too busy in bountiful nectar to be aggressive as I sit among them.  They never sting, sometimes they land on the rim of my glass, attracted to the sugars in the wine.  There's love there.  There's familiarity there.  We prepare dinner together, busy yet happy.  Drunk yet safe.  I imagine the honey bees reflect us, calm and relaxed, oblivious, busy.  Ready to sting, to swarm, if any entity hurts us.  One of us.  I imagine dying in service to this home, I got one sting, one life to give, it's not much but it's all I got, and I'll give it all if needed.  This place has shown me that, this place is fuckin' worth it.

the kings' Crown

I dreamed I was in the desert, the rocks were red and it was sunset.  I was with Dah (father.. BLEH!).  We were hunting, but we didn't have weapons.  I tracked a stag until a chain link fence stopped my progress.  Dah started to walk down the length to find an opening, I just said fuck it and climbed over.  I lost sight of Dah, thought whatever were both looking for the same stag, of which I found.  It was young, still velvet but I'm not interested in trophies, I thought okay, how am I to take this mofo?  In the distance, where Dah disappeared, I saw a giant bear.  I got real scared, the animal was distant yet as tall as the mesas, like 4 or 5 stories.  I debated running away, but thought if I run that fucker is gonna chase, so instead I spooked the stag.  The bear chased after it, and I ran like hell back over the fence, hoping he wouldn't see me as I climbed, over the hard rocks that made my knees throb.  I looked back to see the bear was eating the stag, in one mouthful (shit!).  When I got home, there were many people there, I told them about the bear and no one believed me... It was so annoying.  They wanted proof, I said my Dah might have seen it, but he was not there to confirm, fuckin' annoying!  I looked out the front window to see if it was still out there, and I noticed along the fence there were people lined up, cutting the fence down.  I asked why, they said because there was a war or something and the fence had divided us from another group of people.  They said they were all imprisoned here in my house and were waiting for me to come home before they cut the fence.  When they finished the fence, the other group of people came over, led by a man in a motorcycle helmet.  He was in a long black robe and his helmet was red and had velveteen antlers screwed in, like the stag.  He took off his robe and he had a black leather vest with a red cross on the back.  He gave me his helmet and said keep it, and asked me if I could paint his motorcycle.  I said "no problem, guy", that's all I remember.

it's the Luftwaffe!!

I dreamed that I was going back to school.  I was in the building registering and I felt stressed out.  I was trying to get into a work study program and was hoping my application was going to be approved, and it did, like instantly, which never happens.  I was asked into one of the offices for an interview, the interviewer looked over my application in front of me and said, "Hey, we need someone in the mail department!"  I was instantly on the job, totally forgot about the school part.  He told me to go outside and find my boss who would be in a blue Subaru, when I found him, to my surprise, it was my friend Brian.  I was like Yeah! Whoo!  I asked what exactly were supposed to do, he said just pick up mail when it arrives and put it in the mail room at the college.  Seemed simple enough, then I heard a bunch of airplanes coming.  Brian, jokingly, screams "It's the Luftwaffe!", and looked to the skies.  He said it's important to try and remember where they drop, as the planes released countless packages with little parachutes.  They landed everywhere, in the parking lot, on top of the buildings, in the dirt, across the street... It was chaotic.  I thought "Really?... whose genius idea was this?... (Brian)."  He opened the back hatch of the Subaru and pulled out some boots, like firefighting boots, they slipped over my shoes easily.  He handed me a large burlap sack and we walked out on the dirt to collect the mail.  The dirt turned to mud, and suddenly it seemed the college disappeared, and we were surrounded by rolling hills of sticky mud with juniper trees and power lines everywhere.  The mud was knee deep and difficult to move in as we collected package after package, dragging the burlap bag.  Brian said it's usually not like this except near holidays.  Another wave of airplanes came, and Brian looked stressed because he didn't think he could remember where all the packages fell.  That's all I remember.

a sci-fi Adventure

(I think it was the cognac...) I first remember being in a group, a sense of belonging to this certain dirty looking band of men.  We wore combat gear, but not in uniform, unshaven and relaxed, armed.  We were in the bed of a truck with a camper, kinda looked like my dirty old truck except the camper wasn't falling apart.  We stopped at our destination, it looked like the fitness center at the college I work out at.  Only I got out, I told my mercenary group I'll be right back. I recognized Matt, he said he would make sure I'm not left behind, I called him by his other name, "Thanks Lung Butter".  I carried a box inside the building, I meant to mail it.  It was addressed to Anne.  Inside, there was of course gym equipment and lots of offices.  Everyone there was in uniform, in matching PT gear, grey t-shirts and blue booty shorts that had "MARINES" printed down the thigh, men and women.  They looked like they hated me, all stared fiercely, I glared back thinking "Yeah, I fuckin' hate yous' too..."  I walked tall, not caring what they thought, pointless anger, I felt I did nothing deserving of this treatment, feeling their eyes on me while they stretched and did their workouts.  I walked into an office and handed the clerk my box.  I told her it was very important she gets the package, it might be the last thing I do for her.  She assured me it would be done, I left.  I got back to the truck,  and my cousin was there among the other men.  He is small and skinny, goofy kid.  The truck moved and we came to an airplane hidden between red colored mesas.  We meant to take it, salvage it, and were making preparations when we were attacked from the air, there zoomed over us small fighter planes the size of cars.  They killed some of us, me and my cousin were left, we hid under the wing of the plane, strategizing that they would have to exit their planes to come get us, giving us the advantage as we hid between the airplanes' massive wheel structure.  We fought there, until our weapons were empty and we were overwhelmed.  Men and women in grey t-shirts and blue booty shorts approached, capturing us and taking us back to the fitness center.  They wanted to execute us, I was confused and disgusted for the unknown reasoning behind this, I felt I was being targeted a terrorist.  Mob mentality, I felt helpless and sickened.  They had Lung Butter caught as well, and others.  He said he has a good idea, and asked to see the "King" (???), which the marines had to oblige.  Suddenly, in the dream, I didn't feel like I was on Earth, I felt like we had travelled across empty space to get here somehow.  I felt like the marines were not human, and this King who stood before me was an alien,  he who was asking if I was the leader.  I said yes, I didn't feel fear since I felt I knew what was going on.  He asked about my culture, we talked a bit and I mentioned my culture tracks their lineage maternally, and he became very interested in us.  He said he would let us live, yet we cannot go home, we would stay here as excellent specimens of human existence, as refugees of his wrath on Earth, and he said only me and my friends will survive.  I asked, and he said yes he will bring whoever I want to be spared.  I wrote a list of people, I knew exactly who, and he sent me back to collect them, and told me to put them in the airplane that my group meant to salvage.  That's all I remember.

???

I dreamed that I was riding a motorized shoe, it sounded and had power like a dirt bike, with only a single wheel about the diameter of a basketball.  It had a towel wrapped through the engine mechanism to hold with both hands, keeping it taught against the underside of my foot.  I was doing jumps with it in front of my grandmas house, careful to stay on top of it to not flip backwards, switching it back and forth between both feet when a leg gets tired.

the sand Dunes

I first remember I was outside on a rainy night, scavenging through an alley full of garbage.  I was looking for anything metal; cans, electronics, car parts or plumbing pieces.  Anything and all went into my sea bag that was already heavy and the thin straps cut into my shoulders.  I was with other guys, I didn't recognize them, we were trying to be quiet and sneaky-like, but the metal in my bag clanked when I moved, I thought it was getting ridiculous.  I said we should go back before "they" (???) find us.  I headed back to our apartment, the bag shifting awkwardly and loudly, making me walk funny.  Then I heard the guys running, screaming "They found us!", I took the bag off, held it like a baby and ran.  I still don't know who "they" are, so I looked back and I seen tall people, they were 3 or 4 times taller than average.  I kept running, and when I came upon the open apartment door, it was filled almost to the ceiling with sand.  I clambered up the sand and crawled through the space between the sand and the top of the door, dragging the bag in.  The giants couldn't follow me inside, and I found the entire apartment was filled with sand, leaving only enough room to crawl near the ceiling.  Everyone was being still, hiding, and we heard the giants outside screaming and pleading "Hey! We just wanna talk.. come on!.... Come on! Please?... I'm sorry... It's alright, I'm sorry... come on!!!"  They kept apologizing for something, while shaking the walls, testing for weaknesses.  I told the guys, and now girls also, I was going to my room.  I started crawling, still dragging my bag into my bedroom.  The bit of walls not covered with sand and the ceiling was painted black, which faded into a deep purple as it neared a moon, and stars were also dotted about in white.  I turned over in the sand onto my back, suddenly the walls disappeared into horizons and the ceiling became infinite, the paint became reality, I was lying in a desert of sand dunes on a cool night.  I freaked out a little, thought how would I hide from the giants out here!?  Then someone spoke to me, said "Hey! What's up!"  I answered while looking for the voice "Uuuhh.. hello?"  She said I'll be okay here, it's too dry for the giants, they only like the rain.  I asked what they were apologizing for, she said because they are used to feeling guilty all the time, but it makes them feel better to keep saying it about the things they did and will continue doing, bullshit-artists.  She said they want everything and to own you, and will say anything to catch you.  She said not to believe them, their tongues are sledgehammers behind glass teeth.  My bag vibrated, like a cellphone was in it.  I looked inside and there was a closed laptop among all the junk, it had turned on.  I opened it and saw Anne, she had connected to me through Skype, like we do often.  I felt so relieved.  I said "Whoa! Hey!", laying down in my bed, the rolling dunes turned into bunched up bed sheets and mountains of wadded blankets and pillows.  That's all I remember.