May 25, 2008
I dream I am sleeping in my old bed in Northeast Philadelphia and I wake up to see a man I don’t know in the house. I am not angry or scared, but I want to know who the man is. He answers politely, though evasively. This basic situation happens three times with different people in different versions of my old house. Eventually, I run wildly looking for secret entrances to discover where these people are coming in. Later in the day I meet one of them in a deli line, and beat him with a lighting fixture that I wield like a mace. I can see on the television that Conan O’Brien is preparing to play the male lead in a post-modern production of Gypsy.

October 2, 2001
I dream that for reasons I don’t understand the mob has put a hit on me. The mobsters sympathize. Instead of just killing me, they put me in situations in which I have a chance to survive. One mobster gives me a knife and allows me to shove it into his neck. I do so repeatedly, but he won’t go down. They finally offer me a gun, and suggest I shoot myself. I ask what is to keep me from shooting them. They say “Trust us. You won’t. You will have to spin the barrel 40 times, and by then you’ll be too tired to kill us.”

 

September 5, 2000
I dream I am at Roosevelt Mall with Gail and Deborah and a man takes out a gun and goes into the Baskin-Robbins. We run around the corner and a few seconds later the robber/murderer comes around the corner too. I pretend to be insane, and the robber/murderer tries to appeal to me on the level of insanity. We talk craziness to each other about our saliva and our political ideologies. Then the police officers, one of whom is a floating cube and the others who appear to be wearing puppet heads, try to take over. The robber/murderer calls his friends who look exactly like him, and they all morph together into the cast of Star Trek, the Next Generation.

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