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First night to be met with a nightmare, seems fitting somehow. DaVe and I were taking a shower (together oddly enough and I can’t quite explain that one either), and it seems that everytime he’d leave the shower before completely washing off, essentially always leaving it unfinished. I think he was going to get the door, because someone had arrived… at least that’s my intellectual reasoning behind it now that I’m awake. Our ‘guest’ was none other than davey… of all people. He rambled something about how he knew it wasn’t going to work out with so and so… and how it didn’t with any of the other people that he’d gotten himself involved with… and that he wanted me back. Of course in the dream state where I’m not able to rationalize anything it seems, I accepted. Then he left… sort of like a teasing moment, where it looks like I’m going to get exactly what I want and then in an instant it’s all gone again.

To me, that’s a nightmare… it woke me up and I guess for the last several hours I just basically laid in the bed… listening to snoring that could undoubtedly wake the dead, hah.

I’ve not written down my dreams lately… not really sure why, I guess mostly because they’re too scary to want to ever remember.

Anyway, I’m not sure if it was Pittsburgh of Philadelphia, but I was moving to one or the other. I walked into this house of sorts… it reminded me of somewhere that in my dreams I knew, but in reality I can’t place. So I’m walking up these ramps, instead of stairs, thinking that my god, I hope my ‘room’ isn’t too many floors up… considering it was like… damnit, I can’t remember, but like 141b or something… maybe 1041… but amazingly, thankfully, the room numbers zipped up higher and higher, sort of skipping forward. I round a corner… where the numbers seem to be close to my room number and everything opens up… kind of like an art gallery, perhaps the Guggenheim or NGA East. The walls were brightly coloured… and instead of doors, there were just sort of openings… that went all the way to the ceiling, which of course was quite high… perhaps 14 or more feet sloping upward to an even higher 20 feet or so. I kept looking around for people, but couldn’t find anyone, though I did notice there were beds and other personal items in the various “rooms” along the way… I kept thinking that I would need to hang some kind of sheet up in the doorway space. So, on the wall, much like you would see a tag next to art to explain the name and other details, was my room number… with a b next to it, oddly, I don’t recall seeing anything about the rooms being divided… but the general idea was that the room was… massive and the a’s and b’s, etc… were the actual rooms where we’d belong I suppose. So I put my stuff down kind of in the middle… kept thinking that I needed to call DaVe…and then finally meet the other people that presumably I’ll be living with. El was there… which is why it makes me think this was philly.. but I was certainly on a college campus, going to art school apparently. There was a lot of random interaction that I can’t remember, but then I left the building.

Outside my palm pilot activated… on its own, to display video of something… kind of like a tour thing. I remember asking people and being frustrated because I couldn’t find a taxi… no idea what that was about.

I keep having these dreams with this guy… I’m very close to him, we’re together… but I don’t know who he is. He’s almost an amalgamation of several different people; davey, DaVe, ryan in ohio, childhood matt… I just know that he’s “perfect” … surprisingly enough. It seems that in almost every dream scene we have our arms around each other or something similar.

I had a dream relating to Dante’s Peak the other night, but kept neglecting to write about it. Several of us were here… and apparently a volcano had decided to spring up out of nowhere. I remember being with the aforementioned guy, running up the street as this big globs of mud were raining down from the sky. I think we got blocked somehow, chose to run back to the house for some reason…. to get something. There was much more to the dream, but I just can’t remember it now.

This morning I had a dream where I was with this guy and we were in some sort of power station or foundry of sorts. There were two guys, one being very familiar, and then of course the guy I’ve been talking about. Several of us are sitting around a table near the furnace where we’re melting what I think to be alluminum… turns out there was a hole in the furnace and once the metal reached a plasma phase it started blowing out into the room. This created a bit of havoc…. I remember someone mentioning something about sixty percent damage…. and how we needed to begin generating our own power. I remember holding onto the guy when these reporter type people came around asking what had happened.

He’s obstinent as always.

Part of me wants to stop writing about the dream right there. I’m so tired… I can almost let go in waking life, but my subconscious, it’s always there.

We’re at my grandmother’s house… in the kitchen. Apparently somehow Davey goes to school here, but always goes back to Texas for the weekends. It must be Friday, because everyone is getting ready to leave to fly back, I ask him to give me ten minutes, so we can talk… he reluctantly agrees, major emphasis on the reluctant part. In the course of talking we hug… and I’m about to kiss him when his ride to the airport returns. I try to convince him to stay for the weekend, but before I can succeed, I wake up.

Combined recurring dreams, worked fairly nicely. Basically it’s non stop sex with this guy I’ve not seen in years… I keep wanting to see him, but I’m too shy to do anything about it, probably because I don’t know how well it would work. There was this sort of largish party going on… kind of like in this one ‘house of my dreams’ ..but I don’t think I ever wrote that one down. The oddity was that this place was kind of in a large skyscraper/office tower sort of building, right in the middle, but the space for the party area was about three stories high. I remember this recurring mention of the fact that the space cost $12,000.00 per night to “rent” for events. I also remembering being interrupted on several occasions, which is a bit on the annoying side to say the very least, hahaha. Davey was there… but he seems to always have some spot in my dreams, hahaha… but he was just a background character… I remember seeing him, but we didn’t interact. The interuptions between me and that guy were rather like the one in the movie 101-Reykjavik, where Hylnur goes into the room with those two, and just proceeds to sit and watch, lol…