i walked through the security gate into the enclosure. there they were. story book monsters, hairy ugly beasts. but somehow they were beautiful to me. if anyone could understand them, it would be me. some were birds like giant ostriches, some were blood red wolves. at first they were frightened of me, and wouldn't let me pet them. but gradually they started going about their business, and allowing me to lightly drag my hand against their sides or backs as they walked past. they eventually all started going to sleep.

i felt so bad for them, they looked so sad. i went to pet the one that looked the saddest, he was a blue beast, i couldn't tell what kind of animal he resembled. he got up angrily and started walking away, muttering about how they are always patronized, how he didn't want to be petted, just left alone. he wanted to be treated as an equal.

i followed him. he got out of the compound somehow and suddenly he was a great hairy giant. he had a big silver ball which started bouncing down a gorge. he started chasing after it. i wasn't the only one following him though. i wanted to see where he was going, but the man who followed him wanted that ball.

i followed him until he went up. i came face to face with a crazy sheer rock wall that i knew i'd never be able to climb.

we drove the boat past the whirlpool and onto the island.

i was stealing money from the missing boy's wallet as his parents walked up behind me.

just a little sleep, please.

i dreamed that she mailed me a stack of letters you had written me about your love for me. along with snotty notes written in jealousy.
i dreamed another lady was on your mind and in your eyes.
i dreamed of a car crash beneath an overpass.

my mom was having a hard time figuring out which streetcar to get on. we were in a yard full of streetcars. they were all shutting down for the night. mom ended up getting on one that looked like a milk truck, and i thought it was the wrong one, but she seemed confident.

i started walking back by myself and this creepy little old man started coming up to me and saying creepy things and trying to grab at me. he was really short, with a bald head and a beard and a bulbous nose, like a dwarf from snow white, only homeless and smelly and lecherous. i had to hit him in the head with a rock repeatedly. he kept following me.

i was massaging the back of a handsome korean man.

we were walking through alleyways. the girl i was with kept trying to get me to eat these curled up apple peelings with sugar on them. they were soaked in LSD. i kept trying to explain to her that i didn't do acid. she was even trying to trick me into eating them, but i was just exasperated.

then there was a giant baboon coming up behind us, with the weird colorful face and everything. i was terrified. the guy i was with was into animals so he thought it was cool, but i knew that baboons were very vicious. i threw it the banana that was in the bag with the apple peelings. it bounded up over a fence and was gone.

i wanted to get out of the alleyway. i couldn't stop thinking about the monkey.

we were going to a concert, and we had to walk through this weird lodge building to get to the stage. but we went very slowly, because we had been summoned by a shady character, and there was a chance we would be sucked up into an upper storey room to talk to the lead alien (also lead singer of the band) and we couldn't quite tell if the top part of the building was actually a spacecraft.

we eventually went in, and bought a few cookies, and continued on through to the other side, where there was a field and a stage. we climbed up onto a ledge and rested our arms on the stage. i was still a little wary of the lead alien, but my friend brought us all some melon flavored shooters so i quickly forgot about it and enjoyed the band.

kim oulette died from a fatal illness. it was insanely tragic.

i was playing with a toy that belonged to my niece. it was a fisher price loom. but it didn't weave anything, it was just some string attached to pieces of plastic that moved up and down in a plastic case thing. i thought it was weird that fisher price made a toy loom.