Lying backwards in a papasan chair. Naked, but covered in a gray blanket so no one tell. Cozy and happy. I overhear a snobby girl say how gross it is when men are naked in public, and laugh to myself. From the clothing display above the chair, I pull down a couple colorful sportswear outfits and surreptitiously re-clothe.
A pile of my old minidiscs have spilled onto the street. I look back at them and don’t really care about picking them up or not.
Was moving out of a place on Mission street. Went through a lost and found hamper that turned out to be filled with my own clothes. My dad was there cleaning also and put his stereo system and a bunch of CDs in his car. He drove down Mission street fast enough to spin out into a storefront made with cutouts of San Francisco.
I was in the elevator to a possible new apartment with Lynae. I had a metal cart filled with our stuff. We were headed for the eighth floor but the elevator stopped at the seventh. Not noticing, we got off, but I got back on once we realized. Lynae couldn’t get back on and I couldn’t figure out how to get the elevator buttons to scroll up to the 8th floor. My doppelgänger came onto the elevator at this time; I was unsure whether to send him away or make out with him (as I’ve always expected I might). Finally I got to the 8th floor. Our former roommates Matt and Emily might’ve been the landlords. Outsides of people’s apartment doors was decorated with knickknacks and tasteful lighting. I entered my prospective home and met the roommates who lived there. Most were very attractive 20-something girls, including a pair of twins who looked like my attractive Australian acquaintance Hemmy. One of the twins had a developmental abnormality that affected her symmetry… she had three breasts and, when she casually rolled over, I saw two assholes. I engaged in easy, free-flowing conversation with all the roommates from a ledge in their open plan home. Due to the liberated vibe I was sitting with my dick hanging out; unfortunately where I was sitting only one girl could see it and she was the least attractive to me. The apartment was decorated with colorful lace curtains and pastels, underlit beds and fancy framed art. It had a view out to the city and as I and a few of the girls watched, a van driving a trailer drove off a nearby roof. It fell a ways before veering up, as if swimming against the force of gravity.
The dream began to fall apart as I realized how dream-like it was, but I pulled an interesting trick. I pretended that I had simply blacked-out in the dream world (perhaps taken a bad pill). This worked, and I ended up back in the sexy apartment with the two-breasted twin showing me that she had gone through my art works and found one she wanted to build off of (it was a pressed plastic sheet of a skateboard wheel with the word ‘concrete’ embossed above it). We made out and it was intense, pulling each other’s hair and fervently tonguing.
Dreamed I was walking through the streets of the Haight with Lynae, nighttime. I was naked after the end of a hard day and some body encumberence. It was pretty awesome but as Lynae got paranoid about people seeing me she dragged me back a little. I was psychically connected to her and kind of slipped out of this invisible magic underwear belt binding me together. She ran off and I went on myself. The police showed up quickly and I was left to hide lying still behind an old car leaning near a fence, assuming they’d look under the cars. I evaded them awhile then came back and people assumed, again, that I’d gone crazy. Still not wanting to explain enlightenment I talked to my dad, asking “well what do you think I did?” “You ingested something a little while before, and…” I interrupted and explained it was simpler than that: I wanted to do what I was doing and it was a good idea. My dad cracked and told me about this Asian couple which had been “smoking him out”. My possessions were being sifted through by other friends and sorted for transport, I don’t know where.
There was a baby someone was taking care of, an incredibly precocious toddler with wispy hair carried from one room to the other. She told about how fast it takes to get to the moon when you ride your bed (imagine it?). She had different body shells it turned out, and her brain was switched into a different one so that body could be bathed. The body immediately started complaining that it wanted the brain back and it hated keeping its brain in its butt. The body with the brain, smaller, maybe a newborn, did a play-dumb routine that was instantly recognizable as clever. I thought it would be easier to bathe the body with no brain.
Sitting in a golf cart in a living room with two women in their house. The cart started going upstairs of its own accord seemingly but no one acted concerned. It was enchanted to do that, or was somehow intelligent.