Two nights ago, the nineteen teens in London

It was the nineteen teens in London. I was with a rag tag group of child thieves. We were running around London. It was rainy and we were very hungry. We stopped by Harrods. The grocery store was filled with people and the most amazing food ever. We knew the desert chef and he brought out dark chocolate dipped raspberries, mini waffles with honey, and strawberry delights. The dark chocolate cracked under my teeth and the raspberries burst with sweet juice. I grabbed as many tiny waffles as my mits could hold and stuffed them in my mouth. Light and fluffy, and perfectly warm with chocolate chips in them. We couldn't get enough. I remember looking down at all the fancy rich Londoners, with their big skirts, hats and coats. And I exclaimed. "I have been here before, in the year 2010!" My friends started blankly back at me, sugar and chocolate covering their mouths.

The rest of the dream was navigating the dark wet streets of London, avoiding the cops.

Last Night, a mountain, a lake and another dimension

We couldn't stop the machine from digging a hole. I was with a group of people, and we had climbed down into the pit where the machine was endlessly digging. It looked like a giant creator, as if a meteor had hit. The machine's black smoke was filling the air. And then it hit something! There was this sudden beam of light, right up into the sky. There was a mix of emotion, excitement and fear, but the fear won out. What about the ozone layer? The beam of golden light seemed to burn right through the sky. And then, all of a sudden, a giant stream of water fell from the sky, obliterating the light and feeling the creator with water. We had to move fast. I remember climbing and crawling and running up, trying to out pace the rising water. Finally we had made it to the rim, and we looked before us and there was gleaming blue lake. But the water wouldn't stop falling, and the water kept rising. We had to get away from it as fast as we could, or we would all drown. We ran down this hill, but the water was right at our heels. All of a sudden a huge gust of wind began to blow, and it grew stronger and stronger, it started to blow the trees right out of the ground. Animals were being sucked up, baby kittens tried to hold on to their mothers but failed. The wind suddenly stopped and we found ourselves at a small pool. I decided to go in. When I emerged I was in another universe, or world, or dimension. It was like the city of Oz and Toronto had merged and become a new kind of Venice. There was a beautiful family by the pier, looking at me. I swam over, they were the most gorgeous people I have ever seen. I young man kissed me, and I turned around, I saw my friends from the other world from a window, stare out. I knew something was wrong. I had to get back. This new family, clad is white, began to change. Just as I broke through the pond, the family in white started to turn. The boy, his face began to transform into something hideous, he was turning into a ferret with large black owl eyes and sharp teeth spread out into a grin and a scowl.

Last Night, I stole some blue salt water taffy

I stole some blue salt water taffy.

Last Night, a movie with Edward Norton that I became a part of

Last night I went to the movies by myself. I was watching an Edward Norton film about a man who was accused and convicted of killing a woman and sentenced to death row. He had like a few days left before being executed. His wife, Noami Watts, believed him to be innocent, many people did. His lawyers had bungled his case and it was about his last days alive, desperately trying to find a way to stay his sentence. And I remember crying, sitting between two strangers. And then it was no longer a movie, I was working at the library that was associated with the prison. It was this huge, beautiful library, with gorgeous wood work and huge windows and stacks and stacks of books. And I remember going through all the books, looking at all the sections, we even had a section just on different foods, meat, milk, etc. I remember sitting with all the employees and some of the prisoners, talking in whispers about how horrible it was all, that this innocent man was going to die. I knew I had to do something. All the employees had to leave that night and when I was going to walk out of the lobby, there was this huge dolphin, wrapped in ropes, dying. I burst into tears, desperately trying to get the ropes off, I took some one's knife and began cutting them as fast as I could. The dolphin seemed to get better, he grew wolf legs and walked off. I was so relieved, but also horrified at the thought that someone would do that to such a wonderful creature. But Edward Norton was still going to die. And then I remember talking to his lawyers, how the woman who was murdered was murdered inside her office, some place Norton had no access. And that her roommate had died of the disease RSS, something caused from bad milk. That was it, I knew I could prove his innocence by researching how this woman could have died from RSS, from bad milk. I tried to get back in the library, but it was closed. That's when some of the prisoners came down from ropes and told me they could help be sneak into the library. Three prisoners, all dressed in black, where propelling themselves down from the ceiling. I hung onto one and we lowered ourselves down from the ceiling. The library was being guarded by three old people, it was all lit by candle light. I remember swooping down, pretending I was a ghost, yelling something like, "the death of the innocent will not go unpunished." The three guards, one old white man, one old black woman, and the other I never saw, were convinced I was a ghost. It was strange, I remember swinging through the stalks, trying to get to the Milk section, yelling, and seeing this other figure swoop through the stalks, he had crazy brown hair, a wide open gaping mouth, but he seemed to be actually flying.

I remember I was lowered down, and Edward Norton and the lawyers and executioners were standing around, preparing for the execution. Norton got to have sex with his wife one last time in a dirty cell. While he was away, I remember pleading with the governor to let him go, that he was innocent. I remember sitting at a table, looking at a computer, I knew if I had only found the right book I could have proved his innocence. It was so very late. And I was so very very tired. And then all of a sudden all the facts of the case streamed past my eyes.

She was murdered at night. Norton had left the near by office buildings minutes before her time of death, it seemed impossible that he could have returned in time. The victim's roommate had died earlier that day of RSS. But then inconsistencies started to appear. He knew the victim, he was paying her rent down by the beach. His image began to transform, I could hear the lawyers hushed voices that something was off about the man, he had told blatant lies, he had tried to deceive them, he was known to be manipulative...

And than it was the evening. The library was full of people. And I could feel Norton searching me out, peering down on me, spying. Was he actually guilty? Had I been fooled? I knew if I found that book I could prove one way or the other. But was I now trying to prove he was guilty? The library was dark, old computers sat in corners, their dim blue light casting shadows. I asked a homeless man I knew to look up milk, but we were having trouble spelling it. We finally got it right, I found the section again, an old blue sign with numbers was hanging from a beam. Milk, section four. People seemed to be looking at me strange. I felt like I was in terrible danger all of a sudden. I looked over the different books. They all seemed so old, their titles lost to me now. I pulled one out, thumbed through it, now knowing that Norton was guilty, but wanted to die as a possible innocent man. The library seemed deserted all of a sudden. The candle light was fading. I was so scared.

Last Night, vomit, a goose, and a James Bond Film

I could not stop vomiting up noodles. Whole bowl fulls. Every time I thought I was done, more noodles came spilling out of me. All while this was happening, a goose had entered my house to prepare for her egg laying. It was clear she was incredibly intelligent, she only watched me once to understand how to turn the faucet on, where she proceeded to wash the tips of her wings like a human washes their hands. She than began to lay her eggs in various sinks all around my house, filled with cold water. Her eggs were brown and speckled, long and heavy. She was hesitant to let me pick them up, but seeing how sick I was, I think she took pity. Some were hatching, and beautiful dark brown and black baby geese started to appear in my sinks.

Then, at some point, I was in a scene from a James Bond movie. But not an actual scene from any real James Bond movie, I just felt it was a James Bond movie. I was in an apartment with two other women, and everybody had a gun. At some point the tense witty and cruel dialogue turned into a gun fight. Bullets were zooming every where and I was like, "Hey, this is kind of lame. I mean, we have been firing directly at each other, and no one was has even been grazed. It would be a lot cooler if some of us got hit, just a little, like, grazed in the arm, to make the bullets seem more of an actual threat instead of a light show." I think the director agreed, and we were planning on changing the scene, or perhaps we did the scene multiple times, but at some point I was called away an a real mission.

I was hiding this girl, she was wanted, by whom, I'm not sure. The mafia, the government, somebody else's government, it was hard to tell. We were driving on a highway, when we noticed all these u-hauls, they looked suspicious, so we pulled up behind them and I broke in. Beds! Somebody was using these u-hauls to transport people! I had strange feeling that the girl I was hiding had been found. We went to her place, and all her things were there, her purse, her wallet. She loved smelly lotions and perfumes, and all her doodles were in color sparkly ink. I searched frantically for a clue, perhaps she had left me a hidden message, but there was nothing. I knew she would never leave without her lucky bag and her wallet, it was clear she had been taken. We were back on the highway, chasing the u-hauls. At some point we were being chased by big long black cars, with black windows. We arrived at a small town, we had somehow found the girl, and I was the actor Jeffery Donovan. I remember passing a car, a brand new tan volvo, and inside, was a man with wiry dirty blonde hair. He looked crazy, and I was filled with dread. This was the US government's guy to help us get out of Arizona. But he was totally mad, and our travels turned into a video game, with this fucker blowing up everything in our way. The graphics were terrible, and the destruction he caused even worse. I remember thinking the US government always sends the wrong guy.

Last Night, a skeleton kidnapped my son on a deserted island

There was this huge tower in the middle of an island. It was filled with traps, booby traps, and booby traps within booby traps. A skeleton gone mad had kidnapped my son, and it was up to my husband and I to rescue him. It was treacherous. I was chasing them while I was being chased by ghouls and arrows, dodging trap doors and running into giant spider webs at ever corner. At one point, the whole bloody structure started crumbling and I began to make my way out, when the skeleton screamed, "The awakening!" And this giant snake appeared, opening his eyes as if from a long sleep, hungry for human flesh! I was dodging his attacks, just waiting for my husband to come to my rescue...and that's all I can remember.

Last Night, the dreaded 8th grade!

Last night, I found myself going to the first day of 8th grade. But this was all wrong. I had already graduated from college, why was I in the 8th grade? I looked like an 8th grader, but my mind and memories were that of someone much older. I got to class, whispering fervently with my friend Ali that something had gone terribly wrong. I got to class and found my seat. The teacher was totally hot and I thought, well, at least I will know all the material, this should be easy. But then I remembered 8th graders are total assholes sometimes, and I raised my hand to be excused. But before I left, I asked the entire class if there were anyone trapped in an 8th grader body while the teacher was on the phone. Five people raised their hand. One girl announced, like me, that she was in her twenties and had no idea what was going on. Everyone else looked equally as confused. We left the classroom. Somehow we got to a large convention center, filled with 8th graders, but I soon realized none of them deep down really were! There was a group of seemingly 13 year olds who were actually grandparents. Then there was a group who inside, had only lived 6 years. They were the most confused, and I told everyone to look our for the younger crowd. How did this happen? I kept asking myself. I was given no answers. But for some reason I decided to take the one regret I had from 8th grade, not kissing Josh, and decided to kiss him. But then Steve Martin from Roxanne was there, and I was so curious on how you would kiss someone with that large of a nose, that I promised I would kiss him too. He looked really depressed at the bar. Where the bar came from, I never found out.

Some Nights Ago, Captain Picard accidently shot himself in the face

Captain Picard, Data, and Dr. Crusher, went back in time thanks to the DeLorean. Picard and his team found themselves in a huge space cruiser. There, thanks to a WWII pistol, Picard was destroying his enemies. It wasn't until they were all dead that he realized he had his phaser with him the entire time. He sat on a bed, stroking his phaser, saying how much he had missed it. But then it went off, right in his head! It was like a ball of light entered his mouth and his whole head lit up from within. He dragged himself into an emergency life support sleeping bag thing, when Data and Dr. Crusher found him. "What to do?" they exclaimed. If only they had more time Data thought. But they did have more time! The DeLorean was parked and ready! They jumped in, trying to get to 88 mph zooming around the interior of this destroyed space cruiser. Red wavy streaks appeared behind them. And then, it was these red wavy streaks, this image, that began to spread all over the world in popular culture. There was a news program on this new phenomena. The newscaster reported that the image of red wavy streaks represented craziness to millions.

Some Nights Ago, Mulan and a Mammoth

Mulan, who looked like Russian Nesting Doll, had just take command of some kind of intergalactic war. She sent me to retrieve her most trusted ally. He was a mammoth who was on holiday in the Bahamas. He had recently shaved off all his hair. Our journey was going to take us through some cold climates, he needed a coat! Luckily, a near by airport had just acquired a stuffed mammoth. Perfect! We broke into the airport, smashing glass and running pass screaming travelers and panicked security guards. I tried to reassure them that we were not terrorists. I was very firm that they understood we had no connection to any kind of terrorist group. Once we ripped off the coat of the stuffed mammoth, we were on our way. But right before I left I gave a newly acquired dress to the security head, hoping this would make her feel better about the whole situation. The mammoth, and I on his back, were off in the Alaska wilderness!