LiveJournal 2/13/2003

What I remember from last nights dreams don’t add up to much at all. I was back in Buffalo wandering across a grassy field in front of fraternity row. I had tickets in my hands to watch some kind of field sport played between two teams and the “gist” of the game was “the fighting eagles”. I turned to the first open field I saw and I saw people playing a field game, and asked someone at random who was playing and their response was “the buzzing mosquitos”, then the scene went all wobbly and I could see a whole series of fields going up like a ladder, each one expressing some type of larger conflict. I’m not too sure what was at the end, wether it was indeed the eagles or the flying wooly mammoths. After that dream I slipped into another one in a hardware store, where everything was covered in a fine dust and the clerk behind the checkout counter was so old and stationary as to be covered in the same layer of dust, all that was moving was his big white eyebrows, as if he was dreaming. I asked him if he had any grow-lights for plants and he beamed, ran into the back room behind the counter and came out with a dozen boxes all containing a grow-litebulb for plants. He commented that nobody wants them anymore and he starts to scrape off the old pricetags, $90.95 the stickers say. He puts them all in a bag and hands them to me like it is some kind of gift, then I pop awake right after that.