Billiards/ Dream Diary

Dream diary, Entry #1: Sitting in the sand, chessboards.

Dream diary, Entry #2: I am with an old childhood classmate, Joseph U. His arm is in a bandage. I throw him a canned soda and he catches it with his teeth.

Dream diary, Entry #3: I am in a pet shop, naked. I walk among reptiles and fur, feeling uncomfortable and when I realize that there are tigers in the room with me I tell myself to wake up and I do.

Dream diary, Entry #4: I am playing with my old radio, the one with a broken antenna. I look closely and see a small screw on the antenna. I realize that the "bent" angle is actually a deliberately constructed steel hinge by the manufacturers. I adjust the angle and the radio changes frequencies.

Dream diary, Entry #5: My father calls to inform me that he has purchased a gigantic cactus, with a fountain for a flower pot, and has placed it in the middle his living room. He invites me to come home and have a look. When I arrive home I hear my mother screaming hysterically. I run to the living room and find the fountain blood red. The cactus has bred and grown through all of my father's belongings. Cacti has grown through the fish tank. My father's arowana fish is covered in fluorescent green moss, impaled on the cactus thorns. The fluorescent green looks artificial, spray painted... I think that this might be a test. Then I see my father's dead torso, his genitals, eyeballs, and severed ears hanging from these giant thorns protruding from the surface of cactus skin. I think that this is NOT a test. I scream with and throw myself against the thorns, but they have turned soft, like pubic hair. I hear my mother's voice laughing and telling me it was just a test. I force myself to wake up.

Dream diary, Entry #6: Semiconductors and oranges being mashed into a juicy and metallic pulp inside a roaring furnace.

Dream Diary, Entry #7: Inside a castle on a mini golf course, everything is covered with white ash. For a moment I can't be sure whether certain people I know exist outside the dream or not, then I see teeth among the ashes and realize that I am in an incinerator and I am covered in the remains of people who cease to exist when I wake up.

Dream Diary, Entry #8: A wooden temple built inside a concrete building, with transparent roof and floors, made out of thousands of clear glass panels. There are cigarette butts scattered on the roof, and peanut shells under the glass floor. It is bright outside and it illuminates everything inside the concrete building. The wooden temple's interior resembles the bathroom in my dad's house, before it was renovated.

Dream Diary, Entry #9: I am probably at some kind of "happening" in Japan in which an artist drives a bulldozer into a temple/ bathroom filled with water and shit and piss, where tentacle porn is being shot by an invisible crew with visible equipment. I hear them chattering fading in and out of consciousness. When I end up being straddled between an octopus and shards of mirror from the bulldozer's rear window, bleeding I tell myself to wake up and I do. I experience sleep paralysis.

Dream Diary, Entry #10: I am in the middle of either dying or waking up. I regret dying because I will cease to exist by the time she wakes up. I also worry that she will cease to exist when I wake up.