Month: January 2019

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Dream Journal

Flying Speakers-Rope, Odd Apartment Inspection

Flying around on a pair of huge speakers, pointed down. There’s a barely audible interference effect that repels it from the ground. It’s quite maneuverable, similar to this Flyboarding video I recently watched:

I ride it into a train junkyard full of salvage materials. I sneak behind a couch near the desk of a president. Lynae distracts him and we sneak out a side door while exaggeratedly ineffective security guards (who are in cahoots with us, anyway) are summoned. After this, the flyer is now made of rope and split into separate entities. A chase begins between a rope-helicopter which sports a lasso on its nose, and the trio of Bobby Hill, Connie Souphanousinphone (King of the Hill) combined with Connie Maheswaran (Steven Universe), and a charming old black guy. Rope is wound into a tight helix about their legs one at a time, and the three of them are propelled through the sky with the unspooling momentum. Connie/Connie switches kissing between the two.

Trying out a new apartment without the supervision of the landlord. Bright windows sunlit in the distance, broad open white spaces. Lying in bed with Lynae I notice a stray container of purple U-Stick glue rolling around the circumference of the room, oddly stuck to the walls with static electricity. As I note this to Lynae, it destabilizes and falls on her, startling her a bit. I say “at least I warned you, imagine the startle if I hadn’t.” Thus woken, we check out the kitchen (with two light switches), the bathroom (two of them), with two big open showers and two toilets each near two doorways. Terribly unprivate huge bathroom.

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Mixtapes

Steve Reich Rethought

Constructed this myself from a several other images. The process is lost to time. If you know where they came from, let me know!

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A collection of rare remixes and interpretations of works by influential American composer Steve Reich. Sourced mostly from SoundCloud, so you’re unlikely to have ever come across them before. Genre skews between danceable to downtempo, with a bit of ambient thrown in for breathing room.

Made by a fan, out of musical homages by fans, inspired by the art of someone who’s very obviously a huge fan of Music-with-a-capitol-M.

This same Steve Reich Rethought mix is also available on MixCloud.

  1. Coloreater – Six Marimbas — Steve Reich (Coloreater Remix) Soundcloud
  2. Röyksopp – Electric Counterpoint III. Fast – RYXP’s Milde Salve Soundcloud
  3. Somadrone – Steve Reich DRUMMING (Somadrone Remix) Soundcloud
  4. Violetta Lehmann Quartet – Steve Reich Electric Counterpoint Remix Soundcloud
  5. AB Sounds – Steve Reich – Drumming(s) (AB Remix) Soundcloud
  6. YGO SENTRIG – Music for 18 musicians, Section VII remix Soundcloud
  7. Prof Purple – Steve Reich- 2×5 (Jeremy Malvin Remix) Soundcloud
  8. Mattias Häggström Gerdt – Steve Reich – 2x5x808 Remix Soundcloud
  9. Adrian van den Broëck – Steve Reich ambient remix Soundcloud
  10. Denis Clifford – Steve Reich – The Four Sections (Carabas Remix)
  11. Eamonom – Drumming By Steve Reich – A remix Soundcloud
  12. Stand Still Band – Music for 18 musicians by S. Reich (Standstill & Refree free electric cover) live Soundcloud
  13. Evan Kuchar – Reich 2×5 (evan k remix) Soundcloud
  14. Hounds Tooth – Steve Reich Violin Phase-Houndstooth (Remix) Soundcloud
  15. gangsinu04 – Music with 70 clicks (Philip Glass and Steve Reich Remix)
  16. chrisofthelane – Remix – 50 Years of Steve Reich Soundcloud
  17. Future Kamba – Steve Reich – Electric Counterpoint (mps PILOT’s Future Takamba Remix) Soundcloud
  18. Tubesties – Steve Reich – Violin Phase (Tubesties Remix) Soundcloud
  19. Maison Paste – Music for Pieces of Reich (Collage Remix) Soundcloud
  20. sirmassim-odolce – Switched On Different Trains (rough Steve Reich remix) Soundcloud
  21. Meridian Responce – Enter the Reich (Music for 18 Musicians) (Meridian Responce Remix) Soundcloud
  22. XLR8R – Steve Reich & Coldcut Music for 18 Musicians (Maceo Plex Remix) Soundcloud
  23. Steve Reich – Electric Counterpoint: III. Fast (RYXP True to Original edit) Soundcloud
  24. Dario Lanzellotti – Steve Reich – Pulses (Dario Lanzellotti Remix) Soundcloud
  25. Powerplant – Electric Counterpoint II Slow

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Dream Journal

Tiny Vacation Cabin of Mystery

A log cabin, set up between two pieces of playground equipment. It’s a rental and we’re staying there soon, so I show up early and work in the electrical closet to set up routers before our stay.

The house is small and charming, but I happen to watch one of the staff as she goes into the basement. It has a very slight slope — 1/3 of a story per turn, dug out like Mr. Mulligan’s Steam Shovel — and at the bottom of this narrow inverted pyramid-like space there’s a small door, almost a hatch.

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She disappears in there with some linens while I return upstairs to lounge and puzzle over how I might get in to this space, you know, for completionist’s sake.

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Dream Journal

The House of Inequity

I’m a driver for a lowbrow company/boarding school/cult/orphanage. The roads around our compound are muddy and sometimes motor homes in particular become mired in the muck. After one such workday I come back for a shower (in one of the open, sunlit hexagonal group showers) only to find that it’s under repair yet again.

I’m shunted away to what I’m lead to believe is a reserve bathroom, but which has since been converted to a cramped bedroom barely large enough to contain a single, rumpled bed. The place seems to have been a proper bathroom in the 60s. One slanted wall with grimy oval cutouts once would’ve held stately vanity mirrors. I notice that the dimly-lit, echo-y, white tile walls go up unusually high. In fact they keep going up, narrowing into a disused laundry chute — and sneaky access to the otherwise tightly restricted rest of the house.

I’m spotted and nearly dragged off on the first floor I climb to. But from what I could see, it’s a common room, furnishings covered in felt, wooden bunk beds, a 70s handcrafted summer camp vibe… but with the disjointed quality of a children’s bedroom used by adults. The couple I narrowly escaped from could’ve been in a secret relationship, for all I know. No one felt free in this place, though our — were they teachers, minders, managers? — they certainly seemed to be rich enough.

I make it to the top floor, the attic built as an addition atop our oversized building, with bright panoramic windows that are so-angled as to show puffy blue-and-white skies. The people up here sport schoolmarm hairdos and Marie Curie-like studiousness, but to my great vindication, are also preparing an invasion force to wrest control of the rest of the house. This Gryffindor Army gave the impression of fierce, dark resolve. Surely one day theirs will be a glorious fight.

Exploring the upper floor further, I access a balcony that was used in the past for us to monitor the land around the main house. About 90% of this beautiful outdoor spot has been fenced off and replaced with an automated monitoring station. One rickety telescope off to the side for us, at least. I spy an open field of light brown grass freckled with isolated low trees. A single park bench. Nearer to the house, a gated-off chichi picnic dining area. A long elegant bench for rich people to eat our trendy “sweetie creamies”.

Unfortunately, this is about when I awoke. The Calea Zacatechichi I took about 3 hours ago seemed to have a-stirred up some curious stuff, though.

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Dream Journal

Men Are Dogs (title taken from next day’s dream)

Welp… no getting around this one being weird: I was presented with a humorously-intended blowjob voucher from my old crush, while sitting in my own living room. In front of my wife no less. Not exactly a bad dream. Let’s just say I won’t be surprised if nothing comes of it though.

My Uncle Robert and Aunt Carol have a long, sloping, grassy field through the forests. A Pacific Northwest vibe. The grass is so tall (and wet) in places a full-grown man can hide in it. Taking a narrow tree-lined canyon path off from it, Lynae (to a small group) sketches out on a whiteboard her idea of a baseball score-keeping concept. Columns of Team A / Team B, a simple but useful discursion.

A bartender at a restaurant, perhaps a company cafeteria, gives me my change as flecks of gold suspended in a glass of water. I try to transport it outside by holding it in my mouth without much success. Coming back to my motorbike, I see that I’ve left my phone on it in plain view, on top of my jacket no less.

The store I was planning to go to has closed while I was inside the restaurant. Soon I do some super-high jumps on my scooter, front flips even, but the bike will still be fucked when I land.

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Dream Journal

Osmosis versus… what was the other one’s name?

I find my former roommate Emily’s dating profile. Her first pic is from our apartment hall, which tells me that she’s still nostalgic for our time together but also doesn’t share what she looks like now.

In a store’s lost and found, I discover about 30 mini discs in a CD case which I, realizing their rarity, covertly steal in my hoodie. As it happens the attendant saw me and wryly confronts me, but after I tell him what they are and what I’m going to do with them — transfer them to archival digital — he gives a mysterious little nod of passing. Despite what I’d usually do I go right to work on them but there’s something amiss and none of them read correctly.

Sitting in a middle row of a classroom, Robby in the row ahead of me, Michael (Mickey before he was Mickey) in the row behind. Unusual as it’s the second night in a row I’ve dreamt of both of them.

I creep quietly toward the door of Aislinn’s North Beach apartment where there’s a bright glowing fishtank in window, but the rest of her lights are off so I leave without knocking.

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Dream Journal

Vixen Hunting, Submarine Escape

Out in a wintry, grey, spread-out urban environment. Spot three vixens (female foxes) of gigantic size, perhaps 6 feet tall. My companion — a woman who’s not quite my partner, but certainly a good friend — takes aim with her hunting rifle and makes a clean shot at the lead fox. It’s then I realize the other two are a detailed mural, trompe l’oeil. Writing this now, I realize it could’ve been painted there as a decoy for exactly this purpose.

Afterwards, my wife’s grandmother shows up and folds herself neatly into a bag for transport.

Aboard a submarine, the captain from Seaquest (Nathan Bridger) and the young tech guy (Lucas Wolenczak) are together in a gym shower having sex. Within the dream I find this surprisingly boring, though I’m not sure who/what my dream persona is. A bit later the submarine is evading capture through rough water and can be seen darting in between the peaks of two waves. This image is particularly memorable as, in a later dream inside a classroom with Mickey and Robby T., I actually take care to draw it in pen.