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1/22/05
I was living somewhere which seemed like my current place yet very different. The refrigerator was crammed with food. I decided to clean it out.

One of the things I found was medicines, one was a hemp medicine, in small injectable tubes like a drug. I started getting worried that all the food would go bad so I decided to cook some of it.

I took out a chicken from a package of four. I get out a shallow pan for it. My ex comes in and give me a cookie sheet to use. I notice the chicken is black outside as if partly scorched and that I haven’t washed it. I decide to just stuff bread inside and put it into the oven.

There’s a major storm outside – a woman is on the stairs with a list checking off names as if we are kids. She thinks that my ex and I are missing. He enters with his daughter. I am embarrassed and I go back to my kitchen; and notice that a few steps ouside my door I can see his.

12/17/01
I was vomiting and thought it would never stop. I then reconstituted the vomit into a meal for a friend. it looked nothing like vomit and I was amazed that it worked. It almost felt like it wasn't me doing such a terrible thing. I was completely out of touch with whatever emotion prompted it. I simply watched, in horror, as I served it for dinner.

5/10/00
i was trying to order breakfast in the upstairs section of a grubby, dark restaurant. The waitress was extremely impatient, and there was no menu, so i racked my brain trying to decide what i wanted. finally, just as she was ready to flee, i said, ok, give me some shredded wheat.

She took off down the stairs and i realized that she was planning to bring it with regular milk so i tore off after her, screaming out "SOY MILK"! i was really frustrated and angry at the service, and decided to walk around a little downstairs.

i saw a twin bed with some odd things laid out on the bedspread. It looked like a garage sale held by a little kid of odd household objects and pieces of bent wire.

i somehow knew that i was entitled to one treat, and i was about to pick out a plug in glade air freshener when my friend called me upstairs to eat my shredded wheat. The waitress was nowhere in sight, and the cereal had been served to me in a dirty loaf pan, all soggy.

5/21/99
i'm somehow linked to a huge, deformed, bald man; he's obese, has cracks in his skull, gets more deformed the more i look at him. somehow i know that if i try to escape from him, he'll kill me. i try several different plots to escape. we're in a hospital, i seem to have a job there, everyone there knows him. the scene changes and we're in a house that belongs to a relative, i am looking at a turntable with a few friends. the big fat deformed guy and i fight and i say the unspeakable "but you're ugly and i'm beautiful".

he stabs me in the arm with a poisoned thorn, i pull it out before the poison kills me, but it subdues my energy a lot. he seems to disappear after this attempt, and i go into the kitchen and consider making some instant coffee. i feel guilty because it isn't my house and i'm using someone else's stuff.

i pick up a totally sugary peanut butter brownie, even though it makes me sick, and i try to eat it. i accidentally drop it into the dirty sink, so i break off the dirty part and try to take a bite. i realize that it's just too gross and drop the whole thing in the sink.

scene change. i'm in a department store with tons of beautiful merchandise, everything is in huge duplicate amounts, twenty of this and that. i'm there to do a product demo, and the department supervisor has arranged everything so that it's easy to topple over.

i accidentally knock over lots of things, including a fourteen foot high curtain, and hope no one notices. i suddenly see lots of people who i used to work with. i'm afraid they'll tell on me, but they pretend to not even recognize me.

aliens
beauty
betrayal
celebrities
children
death
dwellings
food
illness
jealousy
loss
love
paralyzed
performance
shopping
snakes
superpowers
travel
violence
weather
work