Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Dream: I had a cat (but I don't in reality) - a calico brownish-thing. I was letting it in at my parents' house. I saw its little head peering behind the screen door, propped up on its back legs. When I opened the door to let it in, it looked up at me with yellow cat eyes and said, "I'm really disappointed in you. You are neglecting me." Meow.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

F.Y.I.

To change your name go to 'edit your profile' and then look for the box marked 'display name' and change it to something appropriately anonymous.

- B
My ex girlfriend and I were in bed. She was talking about her lipstick. Her head was misshaped.

I stood in a cafeteria line next to a kid I knew in grade school who looked like a bulldog. The lunch lady offered me white stuff in a small spoon. She looked like a nurse.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Oops...

I swear I went to college and I can spell most words. Title fixed.

- B

Friday, November 9, 2007

English Grad Students???

nice to see that we can correctly spell the title of our own blog

Dreams - 11/8/07

Went to a candy store in Brooklyn with one of my friends before work, waiting for cookies that never came

dinosaurs

sore dinosaurs soar

Ben's Dreams: November 9, 2007

1.) The restaurant was made mostly of bamboo. It was an open air restaurant that sat next to a river that looked polluted. I left the girl I was with to use the restroom. Inside the restroom the sink was a complicated machine that seemed to be used for washing money. I tried to wash my hands but found it impossible and was only able to get them a little wet before going back to the table where the girl was waiting.

2.) The kids on the playground separated themselves into "east coast" and "west coast" groups. I knew they were going to play a violent game they had played before. I was wearing two thick sweaters and I was trying to put on a white coat, but I couldn't because the sweaters were too thick. I felt like an outsider.

3.)We were sitting in a living room with a brown rug and a white couch. People came in and killed us in various violent ways. I got killed with a gun, I think. When I died, I didn't really die and nothing hurt. I lay on the ground played dead. I thought about escaping. Later, in a parking lot, someone threw a net over my head that got tighter and tighter around my body. The whole time, I remember feeling like everyone was fooling around.