contact the culprit:
acid42@yahoo.com |
Background:
Ever since I can remember, I have been dreaming about urination. And it's
always that I find a bathroom, but there are so many people around, I can
get no privacy at all. Or maybe the walls to the bathroom are only 3 feet
high, so it covers my private parts, but everyone can tell I am taking a
leak.
May 1, 1997
SO MANY URINALS, SO LITTLE PRIVACY
I want to urinate so badly, and there are urinals all around me. More
than 50 differently-shaped white, porcelain urinals line the toilet that
I am in (a little like the kind of comfort rooms they must have in the
Mos Eisley cantina of Star Wars). I go towards an unassuming one that's
less public (so I can piss in peace) and still, I'm bothered by the feeling
that people can see me pissing.
May 1997, thereabouts
SWIMMING FACE DOWN, THE SEA LOOKS BACK AT US
I'm swimming in the sea near Boracay-like islands with my sisters
Nessa and Naya. We're all swimming face-down. I see the fish below. I
think to myself, "I am on the surface of a living organism that stretches
out onto the horizon. I am swimming on the largest-darn-living-thing in
the world." And all throughout, I feel that the sea is looking back
up at me--- the little gnat floating on its epidermis.
___ We swim briskly. The sea terrain morphs into a canal (Venice-style).
We're still swimming. Except that there's more trash now on the water's
surface. And our stomachs sometimes scrape the sea floor (or is it canal
floor?). Finally we step out of the sea. The water is at our ankles.
September 15, 1997
CHASED BY A RABID UNCLE
Watering Martha's garden. It looked like a cemetery plot, separated
by fences except that it was all indoors. It seemed like the garden was
situated in a basement somewhere. Claustrophobic. Not like a greenhouse.
___ My uncle Amon comes in to disturb my watering. See, he's chasing me
and is very rabid. Like a dog, mouth frothing, making guttural sounds.
Suddenly I am in their San Juan house again, and escaping thru the back
entrance at the kitchen's platera...
VACATION INTERRUPTION, REGENERATING MUTANT
I am a small boy, about to go on a vacation. But there is a regenerating
monstrosity out hunting us... a group of us hero types are able to make
it explode at the poolside, but just as I leave for my vacation (finally!),
the monster re-animates itself, like some bad plot ending in a cheap horror
flick.
PREVIOUS DREAM |DREAM HOME
| NEXT DREAM
|
