march 23, 2012
the dreams: i’m sitting on a couch next to arnold schwarzenegger. i can sense his discomfort. i think he’s uncomfortable because he’s been caught doing some bad things. we’re both reclined back with our feet up on an ottoman. i notice that my cat is crawling up his pant leg. i ask if he’s bothered by it but he’s not. i notice he has washed-out blood stains on his jeans. he’s wearing a white button-down shirt. i’m on a riverboat cruise of some kind. i think there are young kids around and i’m one of a few adults. i watch an older version of me across the boat. the older version of me has the long, unkempt hair i once had. there’s a hot-pink-striped zebra on the boat. but the boat is now a yard. there’s no reason for the zebra to be there. i’m in a giant big-box store that feels like target but it looks like a jam-packed chinese neighborhood. i’m somehow moving around above the ground. i’m shooting a mini-gun into boxes and products. someone is with me encouraging me to shoot at people. but i can’t do it.
