Gods of Dream.

Playing a game of basketball in like 1960s-1980s New York on a low light indoor court. It was attached to my parents apartment and they had another couple over clearly their friends. I think they were watching a movie or going to a movie soon. This basketball game was a strange rematch from years prior where these guys had beaten us badly before but we came back to play them. I think we’d somehow come back specifically to play them but our best player wasn’t there. We opened up the scoring fast. I think I scored the first 6 points then they started trying to be overly aggressive defending me but I kept blocking their shots and passing the ball to other people immediately. At one point during a scrum for the ball some younger kid in the other team threw in a football to try to either hit me or hit the ball out of my hand and me and the other guy stated fighting over the football instead and I ended up tearing the laces out while having  the tug of war. We were all low class type peo...

at a DJ show of some DJ with a famous name. Rahul and bill there. I'm describing pvris to bill as a band that has high vocals and he explains another female lead and they're similar. And I say pvris did a great cover of circa survive. The lights go down and the DJ demands everyone sit down in their movie theater seats and enjoy the experience and get all the way in deep to the show and his show is terrible. A lot of red and green flickering lights and the beat is just pounding bass and the sounds that cd roms make in old computer towers. There is a montage of a series of videos of kids in full Muslim attire, boys and girls, one at a time, being tied to too many helium balloons, floating high into the air and frantically trying to cut the strings and they fall great distances.

Taking an Instagram photo of a house with Kathy bates on the porch and there's something written on a baseball bat and I'm trying to capture that shot to get it all in frame because it has some significance to my fathers death and I'm also trying to figure out how to tell that to Jeff Roche. Also this whole thing is happening as I'm a part of Alex brown’s own Instagram video which is a montage of video clips with his voiceover of how much he is loving “this, all called life.” Dad's funeral is strange because we are walking back and forth this set of bushes, once by this ornate Greek case which holds his ashes and the other just some lawn and the only person listening to the person officiating is me and the other people are people I've never seen.

I was one of four siblings, all who were about to inherit an online shopping empire. In the dream it might actually have even been called ThinkGeek. One of the brothers murdered someone in a weird altercation where he was trying to wrestle an item out of their hands but the guy wouldn’t let go. The weapon he used was a snub nosed pistol, but one that famously had a bright purple light on the end, meant to mock the fake orange tips of toy guns. The victim was another brother of another Rich family. Once the kid was shot dead, the murderer stole a car. In fact I think his name was Chole. He stole a car and drove off and the car was tinted but in the chase cam from the helicopter you could see a purple light in the car. We as the brothers knew it was him but it wasn’t dawning on the public yet. I went to deliver the news to the rest of the brothers who were way richer than us and way more into status and celebrity than our brothers. The main brother was a big deal and was surrounded b...

DREAM: Went to Steve Carell’s hometown diner where all of his friends work or eat and ended up making friends with all of them and got into a friendship with Corin Nemec. When I went to write down my phone number so he could call me after I went back home, I couldn’t find a blank piece of paper anywhere so I peeled a ton of stickers off of this one page and started writing on the paper there. But my numbers keptnlooking like scribbles. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t legibly write my phone number. I started writing it in red marker on my arm and I said I’d send it to him but I didn’t have his phone number.  The hotel room was budget with thin carpet. Our switch games were everywhere. There were jumping spiders in the closet, tons of them, and when I weren’t through the closet to close a window I came out completely covered in them. A flying bat wearing a foam coozy flapped around my trying to eat them. And a reddish golden retriever would only bark st me when I let it b...