I dreamed that I was in a long building with a hallway and rooms on each side. I was with a friend. We were just looking down the hall. My left nostril was stopped up and I found the reason it was stopped up was because our brains had been tampered with and part of them removed. About a fourth of her brain was on the floor, with an intricate mapping design in one part of it. That was significant to us but we didn't know why.
I then attempted to clear my nose and couldn't because a piece, looking sort of like an intestine was what was clogging the nostril. I took some thin scissors and clipped that part off, it was a little bloody. Then I threw the part on the floor next to my friend's brain.
We were wondering how we could find out what happened and how we could compensate for the loss of part of our brains. We wondered if the parts could be put back in. Then the dream ended.
Monday, January 07, 2008
I was on a lake and with some other people and we were cutting ice to use for summer because we didn't have refridgeration. Then suddenly I'm on a river, a crazy roiling river, and there is a woman there that I know but I can't remember who she is, and she is helping people raft down a set of insane rapids on small pieces of carpet. Then suddenly again, I'm in a hospital. I'm not sick though, and I don't know why I was there. I don't think I was visiting anyone. Then I see Bob Dylan there, and he says, hey mister anchovy, you gotta help me. I have to record this song. So, we start looking around for an examination room. We found one, but there was a doctor in there. He said, no problem guys, I could use a break, and he sits back and puts up his feet on the desk. Bob pulls out a 1970s cheapo cassette recorder, the kind with a "condensor mic", pulls out his guitar and hands me a uke. Now, I'm not a uke player, and I told him so, but he said don't worry, you'll do fine. We start playing this song, and I can't remember it at all, and I'm trying to accompany Bob on uke, but one of the strings seems to be growing and doing whatever it wants to do. I mention this to Bob, and he says, hey don't worry, nobody will know the difference.
Posted by mister anchovy at 12:56 PM