who will wrestle the Wolfman?

Quite an exciting Halloween weekend, as I'm sure tonight will be. Had the pleasure of hanging out with Gallager, Ryan Atwood, 1UP, the Little Red Hen, Andy Warhol, Brigit Neilssen, Flavor Flav, some commuter chicks, Ace Ventura, a dead baby, and a fairy. No hobby horses though.

I'm excited because I think I'm somehow experiencing some psychic conditioning in preparation for my foray into Astrocartography. This morning I dreamt that I'd been selected by NASA through some random process to serve as the test pilot for a new automated spacecraft that would eventually be used to shuttle scientists to Mars. My test trip was a short run to the Moon. Details of the voyage are sketchy in my memory, but I do remember a feeling of dread and lonliness as the triangular landing pod descended to the lunar surface. Also I remember the vast silence of the ship, which was a mass of blue steel, and the ridiculous flimsy seat belt that I fastened around myself to prepare for reentry. I was vaguely excited as I returned home safely, but landing at the space center was exactly like coming down from something strong. After I woke up, I kept thinking the word 'triskaidekaphobia' to myself over and over.

this weekend

This weekend I will be a giraffe surgeon. You need a bad operation.

dr lips

costume ideas past and future

Here's some costume ideas I may or may not have executed over the years:

• Saddam Hussein on acid (involves Saddam costume and actual acid)
  
• Raphael Palmiero with raging hardon (multiple ways to achieve the hardon)
• Brawny Paper Towel Man (lumberjack flannel, fake mustache, red wig, and paper-towel packed physique are a magic combination)
• Prince Werewolf
• Dr Mario
  
• Walking puppet stage complete with puppets and Man-At-Arms helmet.
• The Antikythera Mechanism

This morning I was kinda freaked out because I had a dream where I had to bring a gun to help defend a store that I worked at from some attackers. Along the way I dropped it and I had to go get it from some kids that had grabbed it. I felt like an idiot asking them if they had it because, shit, I don't know anything about guns. After I got to the store, we had to take off in a plane before the whole place flooded.

the chariots are our gods

As the week winds to a close many important things are afoot. I'm very excited about new prospects in the Astrocartography field that might be presenting themselves soon. Monday night I had a dream in which I awoke from somnambular slumber in one of those shelves in the meat section of the grocery store. Next I might have had a dirty dream involving saran wrap but I can't be sure. External parties seem to indicate no on that one.

halloween

I really love Halloween. If everyone I know wasn't such a pussy and lived furiously from the seat of primal force, someone would have the ultimate Halloween party, which I envision as follows:

The party would have two rooms. Everyone in the first room would be dressed up like the characters in Daft Punk's Around the World video. There would be sexy mummies, synchronized swimmers, astronauts, giant breakdancers, and skeletons. Here the music would be the beat and bassline from Around the World mixed with other stuff. In the second room, everyone would be dressed up as cool breakdancing zombies and the music would be the beat and bassline from Thriller mixed with other stuff. There would be a locked door in between the two rooms and no one could go back and forth. For an hour, both rooms would get wasted and act out the two videos in isolation. At the end of the hour, both soundsystems would play a sweet mix between Thriller and Around the World, and the locked door would be thrown open. Then the zombies would dance into the other room and "attack" the Daft Punk people. At that point the zombies and the Daft Punk people would all start making out, and it would be totally awesome.

just to let you know

This isn't some bullshit dream blog or something. Sometimes my dreams are weird and epic enough that they support the grand and sweeping vision I have for this blog. The first part of that vision is that it will have absolutely no concrete relevance or reference to the outside world.

ggaahh

God damn I had a really fucking scary dream this morning. A close friend had become a horse somehow. They could still talk and their face looked the same, but definitely a horse. The problem was that the horse was wild, and it was gonna run away. So this sorcerer came and told me he could conjure up a cage to keep the horse from going. I was like, okay I guess, and the guy did his thing. But through the blackest sorcery, he actually made the horse's legs and body turn into steel. It couldn't move but it could still talk to me and was saying it's legs hurt and it was mad at me, so I got really freaked out and sad. Man it sucked.

in new developments

If laffey and chrise make me watch teen dramas all fall and winter I'm going to go fucking bananas. Where is the COMEDY in their lives?

On saturday night I slept about 13 hours and thus had many robust and powerful dreams. One involved watching spiders catch and eat other animals. One involved getting into a car chase with military vehicles in a forest preserve that turned out to be Waterfall Glen, the park that surrounds Argonne National Laboratory where we used to go thug out in high school. This park played host to a teenage traumatic episode for one John D, in which two big flannel shirt dudes ran up to him with a can of Coors screaming "IT'S IN MY BEER CAN!! IT'S MORE FUCKED UP THAN A TADPOLE!"

In the last dream we rode our bikes out to a park to play some tennis. The court we ended up at had a changing room where you went to change into your tennis getup. While I was changing a bunch of kids ran up from somewhere and said they wanted to take my picture for their yearbook since they were on the yearbook staff. In my changing bag I happened to have 4 pairs of sunglasses and at least three outfits, so we took several portraits. My artist's depictions of the ones I remember should appear above. It might not be obvious but in the second one I was wearing overalls and a white knit mask that covered my entire head.

this morning

The soundtrack to all my dreams this morning was Lungfish, and the subject matter all seemed to revolve around the End-Times.

In one dream I was standing on the roof of a tall building, trying to pour a large bag of small chunks of dry-ice into a large bucket of water. The dry-ice and water both had a blue color. As a large cloud formed containing a multitude of shapes, a blue laser beam cut down from the sky tracing out a letter U across my bare chest. This was a clear sign that the End-Times were beginning.

In the next dream Matt H and I were running to catch a black train that was leaving from the station in our hometown. We barely made it, and after a long trip we arrived at another planet pulling up to a black castle. This was where an epic battle was to take place.

forgive me circle

it was too good to resist