archive: 2 march 2007: dream

I hope I can remember this dream long enough because I can't write everything about it now.


I took off Thursday to go to NYC for a show at Mo Pitkins in NYC, more specifically Manhattan. I don't think I was driving my Mazda, but it felt like it. It felt like my car, but I don't remember what it looked like. I doubt my actual car could get me to NYC much less through all that traffic. Anyway, I get up there and I end up running into this couple I somehow I knew. I guess suddenly Wednesday night instead of Thursday 'cause I stayed with them that night. They were so hospitable and the lady and I talked a lot. She told me she needed to go to this storage center which had her ancestors' belongings, but she'd not been able to go. So I convinced her that I would take her and we all three went. When we got there suddenly the couple had two kids, one boy and one girl, both about 5-7 years old. The girl had pigtails and boy was wearing blue or orange, I don't remember. But when we got to the storage unit there were all these very old and antique tea sets and beads and crystal and china, and she didn't know that they'd had that. The propetier was like, wow, I never knew what was in there. from everyone's expression I could tell that what was there was worth quite a lot of money and I began to worry about the couple's safety. So I said I have a big grey box in my car (now it sounds exactly like my car, cause I do have a big grey plastic box in it right now) and I offered to go get it, bring it down, and help them pack it with these items. So we did that. This all took place EARLY Thursday morning after I had already stayed the night at their apartment.

After that, I jump to being in a coffee shop. It is now Thursday around 11 or Noon. I ended up running into Michael, who is also on Myspace, and Brice. They're a couple in this dream (although Brice in real life isn't gay). Well, I am talking them about my plans to find this show and make it there in time. After a while I realize that I have a lot of miles to drive because I am on the southside of NYC and Manhattan is somewhere on the Northeast side (I really don't know where it is, but in my dream that's where I was and where I thought it was, it meant that I was really running out of time). While we were sitting there, for some reason these highschool aged girls with blonde hair in ponytails and braces came up and were asking Michael and Brice to sign their yearbooks. No one asked me to sign their book, and I felt a little left out, but I figured I had better get going anyway.

So I got into my car and left again, hit the road driving on highways and freeways. I also drove some streets I didn't know. It took a while. Then I was suddenly inside this building, in a room with dim light, lamps turned on but they have scarfs laid over them to soften the light. There's a lot of texture in this room, fabric and color, but its dim and the brightness isn't overbearing.

There's a woman who I perceive to be Mo Pitkins. Somehow I think there's a woman who owns this establishment by that name. And I recognize Bitch cause I had seen her before on stage. She was talking to Mo Pitkins, and they were working on styling someone's hair. The girl they were styling looked a little like Shane on The L Word, but it wasn't Kate M. There was a group of people coming in the other door across the room from me (Bitch, Mo Pitkins, and Shane-look-a-like were to the right of me, same side of the room, in a small adjoining room) and I guess Daniela Sea came in just before the crowd 'cause she was standing with her back to the wall, facing the room, as the people came in through the door. She said hello to some of them, got into conversation with them, but before that she'd seen me and I saw her eyes even though the room seemed dim.

Then I found out this was not the location of the show. I wasn't in Manhattan yet, and I still had some driving to do. I left, and started driving again, but I kept thinking, why didn't I just stay with them until the show, follow them so I wouldn't get lost, because obviously they are IN the show. But I was driving, and then I woke up.

Wow... that's the first time I recall ever having a dream with famous people in it, as far as people who act, perform music, travel for it to make a living...

archive: 1 march 2006: wednesday night writing exercise

Dipped in shadow the juniper's green leaves seem warm in the sunset. The sky is water-colored blue, dark fading to light blue on the horizon. I almost feel as if I can dive into the cool blue above -- water dripping from body to sizzle on sun-tanned rocks by the tree. But I enter into the shadow rocks, cool touch of sandstone in shade, the evening is coming, temperature dropping, reflecting the cold bright blue of sky. Clouds mist up from the gold-bathed rocks into the pale horizon, as if the sunburned ground is cooking the last bit of water dropped from some sad camper's spilt canteen.

This juniper, she grows near Delicate Arch. She's as delicate as the Arch itself, sensitive to the temperature's incline and decline, but strong enough to last through the desert's freezing cold nights.

Utah imagines being as glorious as New Mexico or Arizona -- possibly it is so, but I wouldn't know. I didn't go on this trip, and I didn't shoot this picture I describe. I don't know if someone had just risen from a pool to sprinkle those sun-tanned rocks with droplets of water, steaming mists towards the deep water blue sky above. For all I know, the photographer probably climbed a mountain just for this picture, sweating under the weight of her camera equipment -- a Canon AE-1 SLR, a tripod, several lenses including a telephoto one, plus a canteen of water, a blanket for resting, and something to eat -- all snugly shoved into a navy blue duffle bag on her back. And I know the photographer is female by her name -- Emily -- and maybe 30 minutes had gone by before she set up her equipment, finally having caught her breath and slowed pulse. Then, looking up to see the night arriving fast, quickly snapped several pictures breathlessly, hoping she didn't load the film incorrectly or angled the camera off-balance. The damn tripod would not level and she knew then that she should have bought the one $30 more expensive than this one.

But two weeks later, back in Berea, Kentucky, after having developed nine rolls of film from this trip, she discovers this gem: watercolored blue skies to pale horizons, misty clouds rising as steam, sunburned rock endlessly sunning, and a solitary juniper tree in dark green shadow, curved as if to bow, saying, "Welcome to Delicate Arch."