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dream.20050729: ushered out

by Rob Friesel

I’m in this big building a la the Guggenheim except(?) for the fact that it’s pristine white and is a concert hall instead of a museum. The big show of the night is the first even symphony of the Manhattan Junior Players. Or something along those lines. An entire symphonic orchestra and all of the […]

dream.20050719: son of led

by Rob Friesel

Concert time! Cloned sons of Robert Plant and David Bowie give a concert of Led Zepplin covers. We’re supposed to think it’s Zepplin. For some reason it’s held at some state park with shit loads of waterfalls. And because I snuck in, I’m forever being chased by security. Lots of high-wire stunts. Lots of tight-rope […]

dream.20050705: toothrot

by Rob Friesel

One of several recurring nightmares revolves around a tooth (or teeth) rotting itself out inside my mouth. This was one of those. Throughout the sequences something felt not quite right with my mouth. A little too dry in spots. A little too sharp. A little too loose. I couldn’t pin it down. As the sequences […]

dream.20050503: iMac HD

by Rob Friesel

I dreamt last night that I was at Small Dog for the release day of the new iMac G5 line and I was wrestling people for one of a small handful of 23″ High Def iMac G5s that they’d gotten in. Well, that didn’t happen, but apparently the updates were announced this morning (via TUAW). […]

dream.20050416: greentrap

by Rob Friesel

Dystopian near futures always seem to be cast within labyrinthine arcologies. Massive chambers the seem to contain edifices which are massive in their own right. There’s an SDF-1 quality to this place in as much as you can tell that you’re being hurtled through space. Or if not space, at least some form of infinite […]

dream.20050415: Sausage!

by Rob Friesel

Scene: suburban environs a la “American Beauty” but kind of near the shore a la “Truman Show”. There’s sort of a “Napolean Dynamite” meets “Kids” thing going on, if that makes any sense. There’s some girl named Sarah with me and we’re scouring the neighborhood looking for some guy names “Sausage.”

dream.20050408: not the firestarter

by Rob Friesel

Setting: Suburban landscape– Homes just this side of McMansions. Not terribly ostentatious but definitely the type of thing brought on by 80s economic nostalgia. Night time ish, the homes are a little crowded but overall not jammed in too tight. I could be comfortable here if the neighbors weren’t such fucking snobbish pricks. For whatever […]