yesterday, walking down my long hallway, i was thinking about the elmwoodstrip.com site and thought that maybe i'd suggest to paul that he move the elmwood journal off the front page so that people looking at the site for the first time would feel more welcomed. i didn't say anything to him, though.

then i check the site today and there's the announcement. either i'm psychic or he is!

1 pair of black trouser socks
1 black polo shirt

1 sticky floor
100+ cds all over
6 empty bottles
uncounted cigarette butts
1 funky smell that won't leave
2 blushing cheeks


p.s. anyone who wants to come to the roof to take pictures/hangout/whatever, just let me know

a few years ago, i used to have these really scary dreams in that half awake state just before i would fall into rem sleep. in these dreams, an angry man/monster would stand over my bed and prevent my arms and legs from moving. i'd try to scream, but nothing came out. and slowly, the less i resisted, i would come fully awake scared shitless. i really thought i was going crazy for a while, especially when my grandmother started visiting me in these dreams (those weren't scary, but it was weird because she's no longer living).

then, i told a friend about these dreams and he asked if the scary man ever spoke to me. no, he never did. but that night, a monk with a cowl covering his face stood at the end of my bed and chanted a message to me. i forgot the message in the morning, but it was very important and at the time seemed like the key to happiness, or something. but more importantly, in the morning i also realized that as soon as it was suggested to me that the visitors might try to communicate with words, they did so. i realized it was all in my mind and the scary dreams stopped immediately.

once or twice since moving to buffalo, i've had that dream again, of the man standing over me, but i haven't taken it seriously since i know how to wake myself up and get out of the situation. i'm pretty sure these dreams are symptomatic of being unsettled with some aspect of my life.

last night, i had a different kind of dream, but it fits into this category because i woke up still tingling in physical reaction and also fully believing in what i had just experienced. it's kind of strange, but i was channelling steve so that he could communicate with five women, all of them unsettled souls. two of the women shared the same body, one of them holding a wooden spoon. i have no clue what was said, but i did have super strong visual images from this dream. when i woke up, my body was in the same position (head resting on crossed arms), but it felt like every nerve ending in my skin was stimulated.

so, i've thought about this dream all day long. i thought i'd share it with you.

Hey, if you like Vodka, come on by with a mixer!

175 North Street (1 block north of allen)
the ambassador
Apt. 106


come 11 pm or so

i meant to post this last night, but i lost my connection and then decided i might as well go to bed.

robin, i'm glad you had a good time with keith. i could have helped with the singing. did you also do the motions to father abraham?