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Dream

11:58am JST Monday 17 January 2005

We were following verbal directions to find a secret room where we would be able to learn what to do next. We had to go down the left side of a river or little stream that led to a big river and then just before it dumped into the big river, go right across the little river. I helped my friend across the river and then we had to go up along the river after crossing it. We were in a hallway on the left side and then went left into an apartemtnt room.

The room was dark and cluttered, like a secret room should be. There was ample ample pudding in the refrigerater, just sitting in large iceberg lettuce sized globs. She grabbed a handful using both hands so we could romantically eat pudding together in the safety of this secret apartment. Went into the next room and found a large plate glass window on the opposite wall through which we had a fanastic view overlooking the city and the larger river.

Someone was in the large bed to my left and she was quiet until my friend started talking. Then the girl on the bed was like, "don't talk [so loudly]." I noticed different colored halves of crayons on the floor.

The girl was sad, and I could see that clearly. She was surprised I could tell; she nearly didn't know what she was feeling. She began to tell her story and I rubbed her back, but I could feel her pulling away; she didn't want physical contact.

I watched as in a movie she told us how she was driving along the street and saw the bad guy walking along the street with a bell and rosary beads. She saw the guy with the bell as she came to the railroad track intersection near the front of Memorial Chase. The camera was panning along the street, and we were watching it on TV with Frank, my ex roommate, and I noted how different it must be; he is seeing this street for the first time. I tried to see it from their point of view of having no idea, while I know every inch of it exactly.

Went into the movie and there was a guy carring a flexible large flat thing in a box that made me think it was one of the knotboards like those that I've got in my room, though I knew it wasn't one of mine.

The badguy with the bell came up to us surprisingly fast for having been walking and he slipped the gun into my pocket for some reason. He asked me to hit hit him and I was like "no way" feeling great fear that he would pummel me if I tried. I wondered if I could do kung fu like Roscoe.

I pulled out the gun and found out it was only a tape measure, and a small one at that. I was screwed, so I was looking down at the ground for a cetain type of rock that he was asking for, but actually I was searcing for a big one something to kill him with. I could only find a large hunk of dried but slightly decayed wood like a small part of a log or fence post and hit him with it repeatedly until he was down on the ground.

He didn't die from the blows, and he asked me specifically why I hit him and I was like, "I just wanted you to be knocked out and I didn't want to hurt you but I was required to do this.." and I was crying and he asked me more details, "well if you were trying not to hurt me, why did you hit me with the hard end of the wood?" etc, and I didn't have good answers for those questions. But he seemed to forgive me and even befriend me. It had been a test of sorts.

Went into the movie theater towatching the movie I had already seen and about 10 percent of the people in the audience were smoking. I found it so that such a small percentage could ruin it for so many people. There was nowhere I could sit away from it all. Once I reached the front of the seats I turned around and bitterly complained "fucking stinking fucks," and I realized I was no longer in Japan; they could understand me. So I tweaked it a bit; "I mean the cigarettes," (and by "the cigarettes," I mean you)

I walked up to where a guy had some surveillance stuff in the back of the room and a cellphone. I was like, "hey man there are tons of people smoking though it's not allowed," and just as he was using his night goggles to verify my claim, a lot of the audience started to exit cause on screen was some "no smoking" ads. The guy told them as well.

A woman complained back at him; "if there's no smoking allowed, why is there a display handing out cigarettes near the entrance to the theater?" I had to admit that was a good question, and could nearly see their side, but I really wanted the fresh air.

As we filtered back in, I met a cute black girl and her friend and told the one girl I had already seen the movie they were asking about before. Her friend was like, "why are you only talking to her? do you have alterior motives?"

I was like "no I'll flirt with you too; I was just telling her I had seen the movie you were talking about." But I couldn't remember what I was just staying or what movie it was, but started with an E. Not Elvis and not Eminem.

I sat by the one girl and noted she was too young for me, and she was quite block and I knew I was being racist, but knew that though I felt sexual attraction, I knew I couldn't get over the stigma of dating a black woman, so I knew I shouldn't even get started with her.

We were watching the movie and it was completely different from what I expected.

In the movie, a girl was learning how to dance with a partner skating behind her, so she had to like learn to sit on a barrel while she skated. She had someone devise a bicycle that was powered by shoving both feet forward at once and then back again. Nearly straight front and back and she had to do this on a flat surface, while her partner on a similar bike had to do a loop that way.

Then a group of friends were exchanging gifts. Sometimes the gifts were 'you owe me money,' sometimes high price sometimes very low price save for sentimental value. One guy was like "you owe me money" to his friend, but actually he was going to use it to buy her someing good.

The very last person was Ozzy Osborne when he was young and I had to pee but waited in case he said somehing about me.

He said "I'll come with pink dildos for fingernails and wear my hair back in a pitchfork..." and I got up cause I had to pee and he obviously had no gift for me.

Then I wrote notes with my eyes closed before I went to pee and forgot most of the dream. 15 minutes of need-to-pee agony writing the notes, so I'll include them below:

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following verbal directions to find a secret room

had to go up a river after crossing it from another place

helped my friend across the river

went up

went left into an apartemtnt room

there was ample ample pudding in the refrigeratoer  she grabbed a
handful 2 hands

into the next room we could overlook the city

someone was in the bed

don't talk
crayons onthe floor

girl was sad, and I could see that but she was surprised I coudl see
it

she began to tell her story and i rubbed her backbut she didn't want
phy sontat

walking along a street and we saw the guy with the bell driving   we
drive he walk with bell

came to  MC intersection train and were wathing it on TV with Frank
my ex roommate

how weird and I tried to see it fromtehir POV having no idea, and I
know exactly every inch of it.

went intothemovie and then there was aguy carring a flexible large
flat thingin a box

Th badguy with a thing came up to me surprising ly fast

he had the bell and he slipped the gun into my pocket for some
reason, and I was looking down for a cetain rockthat he was asking
for, but actually seracing fora big one to kill himwith

found a large hunk of wood and (after pulling the gun out and finding
it was only a tape measure)

small oneatthat

found a small part of a log or fence post and hit him with it
repeatedly until he was down on the ground

he had wanted me to hit him and I was like no, feeling great fear

I wondered if I could do Roscoes kung fu

 

he didn't die from the blows, and he asked me specifically what Iwhy
I hit him and i waslike, "I just wanted you to be knockedout and I
didn't wantto hurt youbut I was required to do this and I was crying
and he seemed to forgive me and even befriendme

wnetintothe movie theater towatching the movie  I had already seen
and there wree about 10 percent peoeplsmokign  so disgustin  
no were could I sit away fromit all

and I bitterly compleain fucking stickcin funcs  they can understand

i mean the cigs

walkedoutto where a guy had some survellisingce stuff in the back of
the room and a celphone   hey man thsmoking..  and then the therater
staretedtoexit the there  onscreen no smoking  and the guy toldthemas
well

got  everyone out

fresh air

met a cute blpair of girls and told them I had already seen themovie
they ere asking about before  toldone girl andher friend was like
algerioor motives?  no I'll flirt with ou to I was jut staytona  and
I coudld remember what I was jut staying  or what movie it was, but
started with an E  not elvisi not emeinem

satby the one girl and noted she was too young for me, and she was
quite block and I knew I was being racist, but just felt no sexual
or felt sexual attraction but coudln't get over the stigma.

watching the movie and it was complly different

girl learning how to dance  with a partner skating behind so she had
to like learn to siton a barerel ad she deviced (had deviced fr er) a
bike that was poerer by shoving both feet forward at once and
thenback again kinda straing front and back and she had to dothis
flat surface 

her partner similar bike had to do a loop that way.

group of peoepl exchanging gifts, sometimes the gifts were you owe me
money,  sometimes high price sometimes very low save forsentimental
I  one guy was like you oweme money but actually he was going to use
it to buy her someing good.

lat person was ozzy osborne when he was young and I had to pee  but
waited in case he said somehing about me 

i'll comewith pink dildoes for fingernails and wear my hair back in a
pitchforkand I got up cause I had topee



then wrote all that with eyese closed before I peed adnd lost it.

12:15pm

(notes finished)

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Finished finished at 1:06 pm, which is why somtimes I don't like to write down detailed dreams.

Gateway data

1:07pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

CD/track             Wave III / Freedom 6: First Stage Separation
body position        flat on back with legs bent
CD player            Panasonic SL-CT510
headphones           Audio-Technica ATH-T3
ambient temperature  20 C
clothing             socks, unders, white T-shirt, gray knit sweater
working nostril(s)   left
emotional state      calm, 1 hour ago I woke up naturally
physical             tight back muscles
head                 fine
stomach              fine
pain/soreness        left side back and neck
phone/door	     off/locked
time allowed	     1 hour
ambient light	     daylight through curtains
ambient noise	     construction noise outside my window
date/time            1:11pm JST Monday 17 January 2005
location	     Millenium House, room 20

1:53pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

I fell asleep for a lot of that. I nearly slept through the wakeup tone at the end, but it got me up. During the beginning of the exercise I was distracted by dream images and other ideas about working for Monroe Institute doing research for them. I noted I wasn't carefully following the beginning instructions; it's like I have my own method of just falling 'alseep' to Focus 10, ignoring the resonant energy balloon and the spoken affirmation.

Pre work

2:45pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

I've just decided that if there is 0% chance of rain tonight, I'll ride TJ Bike to work.

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20% chance. Rain at 4 degrees C is not my idea of good biking weather.

To Ireland by bike

2:47pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

Simon gave me a book by a guy who rode his bicycle from Tokyo to Ireland. I've chosen not to read the book before I do my bike adventure. Though I did read the back; it took him 5 months. Wow. That's faster than I guessed.

and take your backhoe with you!

3:01pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

Rode ミミビク to the station, enjoying the wonderful weather. The boring white wall on the building across the street looks almost majestic. The newly constructed 5 story apartments facing what is no longer the local convenience store look modern and full of potential. The yellow backhoe parked on the yard with its arm lodged into the second story of the small house looks

I instantly stopped my bike to take pictures. Holy badly parked backhoes, Batman! There's a backhoe smashed into that house!

But that's not the weirdest thing about it. From all appearances, it really truly looked like it had been dumped off its trailer onto the street, made a 90 degree turn, drove through the short wall and fence with arm raised, and crashed into the second floor, knocking down the wall, which, as I write this, I can't remember having seen.

Then it was abandoned. The backhoe, I mean. No one (except one guy on a bicycle (ahem)) was anywhere *near* the backhoe, much less looking at it.

The house didn't really look like it had been abandoned. There was a bookshelf with some books on it. There were two chairs.

"Ooops, wrong house!" ??????????

3:41pm

Crud. I arrived at Jiyugaoka and called Jen to tell her about the house; she arrived there as I arrived inside Gaba. I wish I had called her while I was in front of the house so we could get pictures of each other on the house and on the backhoe. Sigh.

life is meat

11:49pm JST Monday 17 January 2005

Life Is Meat is the name of an artist/band/cool guy whose CD I reviewed at KTRU back in the day. When Seth and I were having dinner the other night, we shared favorite artists, and I mentioned Life Is Meat.

At that time, I was unable to find a link to his music online. But, amazingly, he happened to do a google search, found the entry and emailed me, within like a week of when I wrote the entry!

One of the coolest things was the CDs he made were hand painted and given away *free*.

Likewise, the .mp3s are available free online. Awright.

Here is my review of the CD _Discreet Meat_.

artist:  Life is Meat       label: self released by Chris Connell
title: Discreet Meat        1 April 1999

//+, //, //-, /+, /, -

 1.  -  0:07 "code"   this is a data portion of the CD; it contains the letter 
        from Chris Connell and the .WRK files mentioned therein.  
        Harmless static if you play it.
 2. //- 5:20 "demo" squeaky loopy, some static, some vox samples, synth drums
 3. //- 7:27 "doomed" fuller sound loopy, choppy, female vox, speeds up, burpy, 
        crashy - breaks at <1:26> and revisits the beginning with big chords
 4. //  6:11 "average"  sample old movie sndtrck, loopy vox of ad and pysch stuff
 5. //  7:28 "experiment" buzzy beats, video game music, static grinds and beats
        at <1:28> goes minimalist with grind beats
 6. //  7:05 "suck" nice organ, + beats, + snare, alt. grindy feedback chords w/ beats
 7. //+ 7:51 "big" big slow sound, plodding beats; picks up to spiral loopy beats
 8. /+  5:22 "bergeron" AFTER 10 big windup with 2 questionable samples looped:
        "maybe we should just kill everybody" "don't fuck with the older people" et.al.
 9. //+ 4:41 "gra" 40 seconds buzz with vox, then various drums 210 bps until end
10. //  5:43 "call used" experimental beats mixed with samples-n-vox, phat drone beats
        mixed after <1:50>,  a bantha growl from StarWars (?) ends track
11. /+  4:50 "strife" slow heavy grindy beats that slowly speed up throughout track
12. //  5:05 "title cut" hollow spooky with opera vox and military radio sample, 
        fast beats sneak in from background, song ends just as "normal" beats come in.

Here is the letter from track 1

Greetings,

   This is my first CD, which has been a good two years in the making. One
would think that making a perfect .WAV file and burning a flawless CD would
have been a tad simpler, but that was not the case. Hopefully you did not
pay for this, as of this writing I have no intension of charging for this.
I might charge for postage if I distribute it nationally. 
   In case you haven't noticed, there are also .WRK files ( native CAKEWALK 
MIDI files ) on the CD-ROM portion of the CD. Feel free to do with them what   
you may. This whole CD is public domain, just don't sue me for that which
I do not profit. I actually encourage this CD to be copied and dispersed
throughout the land. 
   If for some bizarre reason one seeks correspondence, I can be reached at
the address elsewhere on this CD.
   I would like to thank the people I like and think really bad things about
the people who choose to be unlikable.