2002-03-29

dreams are composite: of recent memories., still shots taken and then warped and wrecked havoc on by your imagination, your cast of friends, your fears and hopes.

i dreamed i found a restauraunt on the lower east side. it was a tiny tiny place that a little greek family lived in. it was set up like a taverna. their bed was pushed up against one side, and then their were tables all around for guests to come and eat. i asked them for a card, and they only had one left. it was in the wive's purse, buried along with a bunch of peeled garlic, and other knick knacks. (greek people never know when they will need garlic.) (also: why would you not save that last business card and make copies, instead of giving it to me?). I wanted to get Kelli a job here , for some reason, though it probably paid like $8 dollars an hour.

Yesterday i spent the day sorting gallons upon gallons of paint that are sitting in my studio, have been sitting since like November. i have the stains pile, the throwaway pile, the tints, the grays, the whites, the off-whites, the primers, and the strange oddities. After all that work at actually seeing what it is that i had (and im still not done) i think i came to the conclusion that i don't want any of the paint. It came to me for free, and therefore my choosing it was minimal. Its not worth the space it takes up. It will mostly go back to Materials for the Arts. And Zoran the Crazy Croatian will take some.

Oh i also dreamed there was a final meeting for all the Intra linkers that got laid off recently at work, and i found all these interesting books on my old desk that some one had just left there. Books on theatre theory and drawing books and kids books. and then the place just had a big night club sort of show where everyone was encouraged to smoke weed and dance and sing. and i saw Kelli eventually smoking and smiling, which will never happen in reality. but in this dream it was wierd, im not sure if it was some kind of fantasy fullfillment or what. I don't even like marijuana really. It always makes me paranoid.

unless your watching a movie. then no one's paying much attention on each other, just the tv screen. and its great - because i finally figured out that i can tell the difference between good acting and bad acting when i was smoked up. its so obvious and full of hilarity, to see someone over acting.

oblivious to the nuances.

but yeah well.

i told kelli id get up at six with her today, and now its ten and im rolling out of bed. but you know, that would just be self punishment, to get up with five hours of sleep, and go back to that hellious studio paint mess. oh well, i guess we all have our demons.

freuds fave was on a german talk show because of her diary's popularity. isn't that strange? K and I downloaded the show from her page yesterday. You can see it too: gentry