I am so tired of not remembering my dreams. I'm going to have to start making them up.

an old dream

It started at a house, where my mother had a new boyfriend, who was the Pope. He was a chubby, friendly dad-like Pope. I said goodbye to them and took off to run a marathon.

I did one lap and came back to the house, feeling like I must’ve been gone forever, but it had only been about four minutes. I got water, did some stretches, and dilly-dallied in the house until it was clear that I wasn’t going to finish the marathon. I sat down and started doing some work.

I asked my mom what it was like to date His Holiness. She said he was really far-off in his head sometimes, and that he seemed to worship and practice sympathy and kindness for human beings.

Jason Segal Nightmare

An extremely obese, childish version of Jason Segal is seducing me but I just want to be friends and his giant stomach is growing and growing as he realizes I am going to leave.

lying here

dream:

Someone very aggressively asks me what my favorite Elliott Smith song is -

I yell that my favorite Elliott Smith song is Brazil by Arcade Fire.

Acidcats

Bernie and Darrel 

Acidcats

B: "remember?"
D: "...what?"

A Dream from Mid November

I am standing at my kitchen sink, where the window overlooks the community garden across the street from my house. A girl’s funeral is taking place in the garden, and I walk over to see what it is about. I have never been to a funeral. At first, I hang on the outskirts of the crowd, feeling unbearable sadness. But then I get closer and see that she has so many friends there. I start crying. A priest is leading the ceremony and talks about her, and her friends are all very colorful. I sit on a ledge next to two girls, who joke and laugh. Their presence comforts me. As the priest speaks, I see that they haven't dug a hole for the coffin – it is just sinking down into the mud. The priest says that they are going to do an experiment. They are going to bury her in the garden to see what grows.