Firey Wreckage. June 30th.

Last night I dreamt that there was a lovely little cafe around the corner from my house that I lived in with my parents. It was a french place and they served foie gras omelettes. I was trying to talk to the owner about the omelettes and whether I should order them or not. I wanted to go swimming but for some reason I could not.

Then I was hanging out with my brother and someone came into the development in which we lived with the intention of taking it over. He was some sort of octopus creature and I had a little brother who rode around on a really fast scooter. We watched a plane crash into the sand by the beach which was right outside the city and a woman came running up out of the firey wreckage. I went into a diner to meet my boyfriend because we had an understanding that if something really bad were to happen we would meet at this diner.

I got there and we talked and then I went outside to talk to my little brother who was riding around the parking lot on his scooter. I was psychic and I could hear the caravan of crazy scientists coming. They got there just as I was getting my brother onto the scooter with me and we got right to the gates but they closed in front of us and these growths came up out of the top of them. I said, "Let's just climb them." And we started to climb the gates but the streets outside were full of black limos and even the other cars further up the street were stopped and the people were running out of them and up the street in terror.

We climbed back down and the crazy octopus man came and took my brother. He threw some weird powder on him and gave him a shot. We were all in someone's living room. My brother started writhing on the floor and groaning. He began to turn into a very bloody, wet, sea shell kind of like a clam. The octopus and his assistant were grinning and telling each other that it was working. They moved the clamshell out into the sun and it opened up and my brother was sitting inside of it having been made into a clam. He was not terribly unhappy about it but he said he could get used to it if they installed some kind of wheels on the bottom and he could ride around all the time.

Later I was in a huge mansion and I was looking through things I used to have when I was a kid. I lived next door to the Beatnick Barbershop which had been totally redesigned and was much bigger and blue and my friend from 5th grade Jessica Ash worked there. I remembered walking by and seeing her before and being confused. I was in the mansion after I talked to her in the shop for a while and I was watching videos of when I first was dating Walker and they were uncomfortable, weird videos. Then these crazy ladies dressed up like burlesque chickens came wandering in like it was their house and perhaps it was. They came in from doing a show at an arena that I was just looking at a poster for.