I love dreams. Dreams are mysterious, insightful, and just plain fucking cool. When I was little (maybe 5 to 9 years old, I'm not sure) I was constantly tormented by nightmares. I'm embarrassed to say what the nightmares were about now though--it's silly and embarrassing. It was the logo of a local television station! For some reason the logo for Channel 9 sprung to life in my dreams and haunted me. My mother must've thought I was looney, telling her I was being chased by Channel 9... A typical dream would be something like this: I'd go downstairs into the basement to get something from the freezer, and when I opened the freezer out he came (you're probably laughing by now), and I'd run up the stairs. Try to anyways. I'd always get stuck; as if I was walking on air. My family would be around the corner, but they couldn't hear my screams. Nightmares similar to this one (not always featuring the infamous logo) went on for years until one day I escaped. Plain and simple. That one dream I managed to break free, and I never had a nightmare again. Another vivid childhood dream was one where I was slowly eaten by a wolf in a friend's yard, that one was weird too. And then there's the great flying dreams, those didn't come often enough.

Nowadays I don't have dreams... Well, of course I have dreams--everyone dreams everytime they sleep, but it quickly slips away from memory when we wake up. The whole reason why I'm writing about dreams is that I had a pretty freaking weird one yesterday. I'm a big fan of They Might Be Giants, headed by John Linnell and John Flansburgh, and I've been reading on the TMBG mailing list that some people actually have TMBG dreams. Now, I thought that was pretty damn weird. Being a big fan of a band is cool, but having dreams about the band is crossing some kind of weirdness line to me. But, sure enough, I had a dream featuring the Johns. The details are sketchy, but there is one odd thing I remember clearly: the location. Back in my home town there's a historic (100+ years old) building that used to be a stock exchange building for the local stock yards. Recently it was restored and is now an upscale hotel (in a decidedly lowscale neighborhood). But it's a really classy place, it's where I had my HS graduation party. Well, my dream took place in some altenate reality where instead the building is turned into a diner/recording studio (nice combination, eh?). I can't even remember anything other than the setting and the Johns being there... My dreams have the coolest fucking settings. If I could somehow remember them I could do some cool creative shit with them.

Hmm... I've been giving piercing some thought. I think having my lower lip pierced would be cool. But I seriously think I'm way too much of a wuss to go through with it. Then again, I never thought I'd dye my hair; but dying my hair was literally painless. And then there'd be the post-piercing care to prevent infection... I have a hard enough time brushing my teeth everyday, I don't need any more personal hygeine crap. Who knows. I'll think about it.

Well, this thursday I go back home for xmas break until mid-January. Most likely there wont be updates to this page during that time... But when I come back I should have lots of shit to add. Maybe I'll bring my el shit-o digital camera so I can share the freakishness of the rest of my family with everyone.