dreamthought typhoid elf berry sister ferrie aunt lazy horn keeper that and daxle was hacking computers.. 001102 ... silent storm When I wake up, I am ashamed. Because I was thinking of you when I drifted into sleep. Because I dreamed of you. Because I remember your face, your voice, your eyes, your skin. Because you haunt me. 020119 ... daxle hmm? 020119 ... ever dumbening there's a better way to get these things through the trapezoid backyards through the parallelogrammed streets. don't slip on the sidewalk slime--you know, where the water just won't stop. we're going to kiss, we're going to... my, that's quite a gathering of cockroaches, especially since i only dropped one juicy pear jelly belly 020120 ... Casey I want my future house to have a ton of secret passages. 020120 ... paste! i want to pour, from a conch shell, hot dripping plum sauce all over my cock and balls. then i want to bowl. bowl the night away. 020122 ... daxle if my thought dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine -bob dylan 020207 ... misstree the goat thing on the couch kept lighting its hand on fire, and we would put it out.. then you went to sleep and i was rearranging things, and it lit its hand on fire and threw it into the hallway, then lit itself on fire again, i panicked, i was trying to scream but i couldn't... damn i hate fever dreams. 020208 ... bethany i was screaming at my mother "you never fucking loved me" or some shite like that you dream while on good drugs the i woke up and continued screaming at the nurse guess that will show her to wake me up for meds when i look drugged enough 020602 ... freakizh like daydreaming, but with more control of yourself. 020602 ... ever dumbening moving along stark, digital, geometric roads and rails, stairways and elevators. the printed greens and greys of arundhati roy and gabriel garcia-marquez become even less set in stone. exchange rates and bus schedules and a mixed handful of colorful candies and nuts. a huge bridge, which reads like a laundry list of architectural styles as i pass along it, clean and new. and with colleen i travel one more time. "it looks a little like san diego." 021126 ... sixteen I woke up and stepped through another open window, hanging above me, on the ceiling. The scene inside was tilted, Like I hung a picture sideways on the wall. When I stepped inside, the world moved around me as I stood still, and everything was right side up. Tall, dry grass. Savanna. Cold white light from an intensely bright moon turned everything it touched black and white. then the dream got downright silly. I found a baby alien and lived with it for years just sitting in the grass and not needing anything else. Then I wanted to go to an island with the alien (which seemed to represent love. I think I was stoned when I fell asleep or something...)anddd the alien died and I woke up. Fucking strange. Detailed and euphoric, and then just goofy. 030621 ... god i used to have this dream that i was on top of this cliff that was ten-thousand feet high, and straight down. i was in a group of people on the edge. the ground shook and a huge piece of rock splintered off and we all fell. there were other cliffs like it for miles around, with the same thing happening 030623 ... kss my ex-girlfriend wanted to have sex and my other ex-girlfriend was about to come home and then I was working at a supermarket and then the first ex-girlfriend wanted to have a farting contest. thankfully I woke up right about then. 030623 ... endless desire dreamthough. to me, more intense than a daydream. falling deep inside your own mind. so deep an intense. . . the control of a dream, the awareness of a thought. but that's just what the word means to me. and i guess that's what blathers about. is feeling strangely insecure. 030726 ... eraser *dreamthought *and 030726 ... ashmanzhou all dreams are thought of reality thrown to comprehensive unreality all mixed and reformed to make you worlds and people you can relate to 030726 ... jane thoughtscape 030727 ... falling_alone dreamed a dream for the first time in weeks and i wake to feel ashamed that you thought of me that way. jealousy piqued when you were with her, how you always speak her name. dreaming never felt so real. today she seemed a rival, her name and mine mislabeled on artwork. she stole your heart and steals my awards. 060508 ... z a mouth full of cut diamonds. 060509 what's it to you? who go blather from