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2/14/07Paiboon is going to China for a couple of years for technical school. He’s leaving in a few days. He’s at Mom’s. I’d gone there looking for K. Hadn’t seen him in a few days. We hug in parting, as we never have before. and we ride a twisty, windy roller coaster chute downstairs while still holding each other. It was totally romantic and fun. At the bottom, I tell him to keep in touch and

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2/10/2007In a dorm-like room, Sheri and Rose are visiting me and insist on using my hair dryer for something--even after the deadline has passed. So afterwards, they also involve me in an elaborate scheme in which to cover up the hair dryer use--which involves the hair dryer and using it more!! They leave to go to their rooms… but they plan on being back.I’m up and a little panicked so I start

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4/14Shoplifting in an upscale shop--a group of guys. Are they really stealing? Thing just are always missing after they leave.4/28A friend is dialing 911. There’s a fire at Green Mountain Mama’s. The greeting was a warning against pranks. What did they say, I ask. They’re sending a postcard in stamped English. It’s OK we think, we don’t see fire yet. But we’re close. There’s smoke everywhere. I

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I’ve been cleaning my house lately, getting ready for an impending move. Not only am I a pack rat, but I’ve discovered that I will compulsively write down my dremas on any little scrap of paper I can find at the moment. Here are transcriptions of dreams scribbled on backs of envelopes, recycled print outs, Kleenexes and other random scraps. They may be listed with a month and day, but no year

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sifting through my computer files, found some dream poems recently:written in late 2006:[dream]in this dream you were hungryand I hid from you what you desiredthe half-eaten box you asked forrepeatedly while I feigned no knowledgethis I knew: nothing in your heartturned for me though perhaps I desiredyou feigned no knowledge until you could notand so you know I hid from youso to receive from

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July 20061st:Nature goes into rest. I’m with DKSomeone says, “Hey, Phayvanh, did you notice that?”“Yeah,” I replied. We had met eyes as we walked in the same room. Table in the corner. He’s dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. Very nice.**************At Kundiman: I need to move my car from the garage so we can drive it. I’m blocked in by some trash bags. Everyone is making way. I

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3-15-6******"When will I be a good journalist," my boyfriend asks. I offer him words of wisdom. A toliet paper company ran through campus, accrued all this product, no replenishing. Tools got taken from the back of Ian's van that were needed for a field trip he was leading. We'd parked in Harmony. Someone said it looked like his parents.*******"I think we look like each other," DK says to me

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9-5-6******my boyfriend made rabbit ears behind Bernie Sanders as he was stumping in the Harmony Parking Lot. The Sanders posse didn't dig it and forcibly removed him from the grounds*******riding the underground rails until I'm numb to where I'm going, or what I've left behind*******an old high school chum visits me after a long time apart. She got the biggest engagement ring******I've come

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3-10-6******Bounmy, Phosy & Phady all bought me a cabin. They're going back to Florida. I had come over to say goodbye. And I broke into tears because of their generosity."Where is it," I asked. I was shown a Polaroid of one of them on the steps, sitting with Santa Claus. I'm so touched. They really wanted me to have my own house.**********DK asks me what kind of protection I've been using.

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3-9-6******Alan Alda's new film about his life includes him playing ping-pong in a college lecture hall with a guy named Garrick. I'm passing through the front and back doors of the other room. I am so glad I'm not there in the ping-pong room. They keep reminding each other to "get on the luxurious side" before having to serve again.I'm waking to the alarm a lot but no more dreams to enter into..

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The dreams between Jan - Mar 8th 2006 are lost as of right now. They may be in random journals in boxes strewn about my place. I've been looking and can't find them. So someday...I've been waiting till I found them, but cannot wait any longer. Will start the next post with March 9, 2006. Yippeee!

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I know I haven't written here in a while, and actually, my dream log is 7 months behind. .. ..I've been homeless for these last few months and my notebooks have been pretty scattered these days. The scrawls I wake to in the morning have yet to be transcribed. It may take another few weeks for this to happen.While we're waiting for that... here's some journal art. Often times, when the visual is

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11-1-5******JK. Alternatively we are with people then not. Second time, I walk him home. He said it’s weird that second time with these people (whom he knows) and how he just wanted to take care of me. Twice his mother / Connie came back with the keys—mine, which he’d gone home with in his pocket. It was good excuse to come over—she wanted to go through photos of my family in Laos, ask me

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10-23-5 ******No dreams to speak of 10-25-5 ******tomonklifiers = binoculars. ******DK pulled up in his truck to the curb the moment he saw me. “What time is it?” The alarm went off at that precise moment. I have been waking up a moment or two before the alarm many times this week.******I’m choosing between poets. Who do I want to learn from? 10-31-5 ******At First Run Video picking out movies.

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10-21-5It's only one scene, as if from a movie, birdseye view, zooming in:*******I'm sitting on a reclaimed fire truck I’d bought. It's parked on a piece of land within a pretty standard bungalow neighborhood. It feels like Florida. I’m sitting on top of it, where the ladders are stacked, looking out onto the neighborhood. The truck still needs work, some refurbishing and taking off of decals

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10-14-5 So many dreams I didn’t want to write a single one of them down…except that one was about chaos at work. And one involved Dina and me and one involved me double housesitting so I hired a group of teens to fill in for me. 10-15-5 ******I am holding hands with my father, walking down a date tree lane, talking about them. Then I bring his hand to the crack of my butt, and he carresses me

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10-10-5 Suz was leading me to go swimming in a place where at least one alligator was known to live. She wasn’t afraid. There’s a log in the distance that we had to cross. I was afraid of getting in too deep. “The log is perfectly safe,” she said. Then we really see it clearly—it was an alligator! We were on the bank, scaling down to the water… Suddenly I see a gator form on my right. “It’s a

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10-4-5Dreamt that I still has lots of stuff left in my apartment and went back for it the next day and a family had moved in already—a woman with three daughters—I feel now as if I’ve had this dream before—they were friendly enough and let me in. Then the dream gets confusing and fuzzy. I know there is a more indulgently complex story that included driving a car and possibly my parents. But I

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HOW IT BEGAN:It must have been in 2003 that I had a dream of my divining someone's fortune. It involved throwing down sticks with heiroglypic makings on them. Other tools were a bar of soap, a dime, and a tea saucer.The next evening, I was with friends at the local teahouse, where they have a large selection of tarot cards for public use. I told the women of my dream--I'd just remembered it."Ooh!

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9-14-5 renewing correspondence with a dead poet. ******The following is the dream that I was having such a hard time transcribing, hence the backlog here. The hard work being I just didn’t want to bring myself to relive this dream. It’s not particularly disturbing as far as my disturbing dreams go. It’s just so involved. I’d considered not even posting it, but then it would compromise the entire

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I’ve never co-dreamed with anyone. None of my sleeping partners have ever awoken to the same dream I’d just had, nor I theirs. I’ve heard of such things happening. Two of my friends each told me stories of sharing the same dream with someone before. One was a skeptic. Their partners had been/were lovers of theirs.But on my New York trip last weekend, I experienced the closest thing I came to

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11-21-4 Dinosaurs big and small are outside the Kingpin Bowling Alley. I go visit with Snoop Dogg. People are running late picking me up and I have to field questions until they arrive. Can a woman conceive? Never again. Mayan gods—Images of Mary, Latin stories of Amazing Medieval Doctors. Two volumes: K96-1875 and 1875—Before Space. Another “regular” Medic places call from taxi driver who doesn’

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8-31-5 I’m eating squash, corn and sticky rice with the family I live with. They’d come back after being away, when I could walk around the house naked. I’m taking phone calls about something. Dinner with Eskimo girl and her mom. Two female friends of mine come to visit. My friends and I are still inside our clubhouse, talking. We’ve heard construction going on around us all day. But all of a

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Yesterday morning, I awoke with a few scant images from various dreams and a title of a poem, “ode to my yacht”. The notion—that I would have a yacht—was funny to me. I can’t see myself owning anything so considerable on my income. And well, a yacht, man, what a mark of exuberant luxury. I turned on the bedside lamp and wrote the poem. I groan to reading it now. I only write this horribly

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[ There might be some that I am missing—written on scraps here and there. Will include them later, if they show up.]8-15-5I’m at the bookstore alone with my employer, who has an appointment later in the day. We have a big new popcorn machine. I end up out and about downtown, on a lunch break, maybe? The monthly Gallery Walk is about to start. I see that Silver Moon has moved to the Twice Upon a

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8-14-5A friend is showing me his art."It’s very ghost-like," I say."You guys can’t tell if it’s a bus with wheels or two houses," he asks. It’s actually a Ghost Bus. The one ghosts travel on."What do you learn on the bus?" I had more questions. He was slow in answering.The president of my old company personally asks me back to work. Just a couple days a week. She recognizes there was some flub in

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7-26-5My boyfriend is bending into the Whetstone Brook, trying to retrieve something he lost in there. It is a wide and fast brook. I see that he’s lost his grasp of land and falls in. I watch from my safe vantage point on shore as one of the largest alligators in the brook scoops him into his jaws as casually as if it had just nabbed a trout from the water. I am afraid for myself but need to at

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7-21-05A student is posing for a photo with her pet lizard, Hazar. It is sick.I’m leafing through a free flyer of real estate for sale. Many listings for student housing. One asked for $3,000 as a down payment. “If you don’t have $3,000,” the ad stated, “you should buy 3 (acres instead of 6).”Someone is demonstrating a “mercy killing” on me. We are in bed, apparently lovers. It is a guided

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7-13-05Z is back from a trip. We walk along a rocky, darkened shore and start kissing. He askes me if I've been romantic with anyone else."Not like I've been with you." (Which he takes as "No".) JK in this dream, too?Pulitzer winner Joseph was lunching at the same place I am, but he doesn't have to.Dor flips a table. "That's why...." He explained it pretty rationally. Need conflict resolution.

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7-7-05I am in London and scheduled to meet with a friend’s acquaintance (whom I don’t know). But we have missed our appointment and I leave a note of regret for the person before traveling on.7-6-05A picture book scene comes to life. I am a part of it. A 10-year-old Chinese [?] girl, drawn in mother-of-pearl watercolors addresses me out of the crowd.“When they [she names the boys here] fight,

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