Dream Journal

5/23/20
Hypnagogic song- One of the shongs from Smashing Pumpkins' newest album shiny and oh so bright. I think it may have been Silvery Sometimes (Ghosts). Reminds me of when I wanted to die my hair silver and name myself Dream as a teen in the mid 90s. There was an interesting time when goth and psychedelia and alternative culture mixed and that was a good place for my soul. That may be the cultural moment I came from/belong, and it seems mostly forgotten by culture except maybe in association with the pumpkins. Do it again, but in other media and without Billy Corgan's self-obsessed sociopathy. My ideal aesthetic is similar to this, the seed of my first novel Arriving Sea came from listening to Mellon Collie and dreaming imagery up to it. THe electricity that I sometimes feel that is my soul, it feels like the buzz of sp's guitars, the drive of its drums and the strange cry of billy's voice combined. I need to forget who Billy became and listen to the underlying spirit of his music. I'm going to make a playlist of sp formula songs.

I chose not to remember my dreams last night

5/25/20
Hypnagogic Song- Party Song by Wild Powwers.
Dream.Driving my son to the suburbs to go swimming. We're driving an old truck my dad left us. The breaks don't work and it drifts really badly. It's dangerous to drive, but it's all I have and all I can afford. This seems like it's about genetic inheritance and being stuck in a clas system that works against us. The best thing to do would be to get rid of the faulty truck and work to get a safer vehicle. Ditch the things that make you destined to fail even if it takes extra work and money to take a different road. Namely, bad habits, no career, a fatalistic attitude toward money.

5/29
dream/hpynopompic phrase
i knew david lynch before Paul Dano shot him. 6 inch aluminum tile embossed wuth the shape of david lynchs screaming mouth placed into cloth headsack

5/30
context, george floyd protests and riots in 28 cities, woke up in the morning to thunder and lightning and rainstorms. Dreamed my apartment was the second story o a house with secret rooms including a roof that can be lifted like a convertable on sunny days. a rectangular enclosed porch and a center large living space divided in half by a wall and a roof that lifts upward at the center like wooden blinds or maybe like a picnic basket. I had a painting studio there and i wondered why i so seldom raise the roof on my own home. why do i cower from enjoyment in the one place i should feel comfortable to be myself?
no song upon waking but i did feel compelled to listen to Michael Andrews' Donnie Darko and You Me and everyone we know scores.