(old dream from 3/2003) i was an investigative reporter for a newsapaper or cable news channel or something, and I was questioning a 'dirty' police sgt. (kevin spacey). apparently i was asking too many questions. because he accused me on the spot of being involved in a drug ring and i was arrested. later, i was in an interigation room and drugged. rookie-cop-looking types who had been handling me left the room and in came kevin spacey. he proceeded to ask me questions, demanding that i divulge my sources, and how i was on to him. the drugs i was on rendered me numb all over. kevin began pulling out my teeth in order to get me to 'talk'. he wasn't pullign so much as he was grabbing them with pliers and twisting. i could feel a dull sensation of the twisting and the roots of my teeth were pulling things along with it as they rotated, pulling and ripping other things along with it. kevin seemed suprised that he was causing this much damage, but remarked that it wasn't his problem because he would have me fixed up and duped somewhere and i wouldn't remeber a thing. as he was doing this, i was thinking to myself- 'i don't know why o'm onto him... i just know that i've seen this movie before. if i explain to him that this is just a movie and i'm not really a reporter, he'll think i'm really crazy.'
...that's all. i know i saw a sceene like this in a movie, but int he movie the evil dentist/interigator was a former nazi/SS guy with white hair called 'the angel of death'. and he did not use novicane!

(old dream) 02.14.03: i was in a hotel with my friend ron who is a globe-trotting backpacker who is on a 1 1/2 year world tour while on leave form his job as a mergers & aquisitions consultant with a big-deal NYC firm. we were in some south american or african 3rd world country in a dirty, sprawling city. we were up in a high-rise apartment building, watching the sun set through the smog. it was a humid, hot evening. i met ron's travel companions, including a guy named christian. i realize i have dreadlocks, or at least what feels like dreadlocks. my hair was long, and woven into braids with thin strips of dark leather, so they felt heavy and thick. one strand starting from the back, left side of my head was woven differently than all the rest and with a lighter shade of brown leather. that's all i remeber.

last night I had a dream that I was in a church. up past the altar was a moving display, with life-size depictions of jesus and god the father. they were like robotic mannequins with rubber skin. they moved and spoke in an impressive, realistic way; yet, they were obviously fake. jesus looked like he was half-caucasian/half-asian. they were dressed in contemporary clothes, apparently meant to help us identify with them. the two of them talked and even argues a little. jesus was taking care of a baby at one point, which was presumably his son. ... this was part of a larger, weird dream; but it is the only portion i can recall

I was driving to work this morning and listening to my car stereo. The song playing was "it was just a dream" by minor drawf souce, from their album "the war concept". I often sing this song to my son, who is now 7 months old. Usually, I do so when I am holding him and trying to calm him down or get him to go to sleep. I know he recognizes it when I sing, because he usually stops fussing or crying, and he calms down and listens. I looked out of the window as I saw drivign and listening and I saw a wild turkey in the grass off of route 80. That's all for now.

so long as i am not tied up at work, i look forward to spending quality time with my son (when he is a little older) doing fun stuff like: making art; building things; creating, in general. but i doubt very much it will rise to the level of building our own battle bot. we will probably stick with things like arts-and-crafts, snow men, or model airplanes or something. still, it should be fun. ...other games we will play: hide and go seek; building sandcastles; hopscotch, maybe?

so i am in my new office now. it's OK. it is an office with a door rather than a cube; however, there are no windows. i hear that before they put an addition on this building this office used to have a window; but now it is just a wall behind me. oh well. there's a picture there now. its a print of the avenue by 17th century dutch painter Meindert Hobbema. it shows the village and church of Middelharnis in the province of South Holland. it figures that it's dutch because this company is based holland. that and i recognize it anyway; i knew my college art history would come in handy sometime. so...

when i went back to the post office this week i picked up one of those damn rubber bands. there was a mail man standing on the loading dock lighting up a cigarette but he did not see me. there was a weird onld man lurking around the parking lot when i came out; i don't know if he saw me either. i don't know what I am going to do with it. it's sort of dirty; so i don't really want to touch it. It's just sitting in my car console. if you think i'm dwelling on this rubber band a little to much, you should understand there are other people out there who put me to shame.