Endless Cafeteria Nightmare
Grrrrrl Power Orgy
The Day I Crashed a Stolen Car
Weird Rape Dream
The Boyscouts of America at Burning Man 2002
Queen of England
Carnivorous Orchard Dream
The Tower and the Candy
A Green Stone
Yet Another Sex Dream
Naked Convelescent Home
sanctuary?
Scary Miscarriage Dream
Pure Buttermilk Chocolate
drowning into thin air
High School Sex Dream
Mourning the End of the World
glass ceilings and cocktail parties
Jealousy
'Beautiful Children' resort McDonalds
Two Totems
Lil Bro and the Scam Artists
The Harvestor
Metaphysical Spy Movie
Mother Daughter Camp
Am I Popular Enough Yet?
Night Rave at the Zen Garden
Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Jenny of the Suburbs
room mates in the City
Identity Theft
I AM MELLOWCHEESE
The Angel of Stinky Music
Yet another cardboard box
Halloween Early
non-consensual remodeling
the unexpected serenade
the flying box
Prison Dream
Another Nightmare
strange, burgundy colored wings
lost
just when I thought I was done with my ex....
im dead im dead im dead
The Odd Friend
sucked in
I don't want to be a game-show star
flying away again
a long, dark ocean
giger-ized
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
I hate my job.

What a dreadful Dream
the klepto
Das Tretboot!
A Fine Educational Institution
Lezbo Rama
get out of my head.
Baby stealing
Tae-Bo
Clayton
Playing with Makeup
powder puff
DREAMS AND GHOSTS VII
Horses
WItches
Wedding
rizzo grandma flies
Thank God it Wasn't Another Pool Party!
rumors
Blood and Guts
Random fight at Popeye's!
Fuckin Anyone Weird?
When I was shot
I'm a lazy horse's ass
Alligator chasing me at school reunion
This is a very scary dream!!!!!and gross!!!

Author: uberbudgie





I dream that I'm behind the house of an aunt that

died this last weekend; a 1910 era ranch-style house in this agricultural region of CA, sitting in

a heavy cardboard box, next to the Camillias

I remembered her pruning, when I was a

clumsy tomboyish child who liked pretty things

but had a way of breaking stuff.



I'm dressed in very worn sk8tor blue jeans with

a mini scarf over pigtail braids, curled up real

small in the box, holding a favorite stuffed

animal (this California quail I had as a three

year old that somehow disappeared during

grade school -- oddly, it was the first article

that I used to express feelings of unrest and disfuntionality to my family with).



The whole mood inside the house doesn't

seem right somehow, it feels like Fourth

of July gatherings that my aunt and her

son used to host at this house, not a funeral reception. And the pool is full of water.



The pool needs work; it shouldn't be full of sparkling blue water. They probably fixed

to pool for the realtors.



And I know that the house is going to be

sold due to the whole estate tax bullshit -- I'm worried for my cousin, (her son), I'm just

kinda pissed off about everything, waiting for

my head to clear, trying to avoid everyone

when a bunch of my friends walk outside

and around the back towards me. What are

they doing here? Hardly anyone I know has

met any family member of mine other than my

dad.



I slink further into the box and try to close

the box around me.



Then my relatives come out looking for me;

someone has to blow the candles out on

the cake and it's not my birthday but they are looking for me. People are carrying these

huge plates of green jello around with them;

and I realize it's not a reception or a

birthday, it's an inauguration. Why the hell

do they want me now?



Nobody thinks to look in the box. I start to

eat the inside of the box, pulling it in and

it crinkles like wax butcher paper. I'm in a

cardboard cocoon like some mutant

warehouse moth. I keep waiting for everyone

to leave, I keep waiting for everyone to leave.



I can't see but I can hear them, and someone

sets the box on fire. I stay put, preferring to

deal with the consequences of fire than to

leave my box and deal with everyone else.

July People

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