The Brain is Like A Highway

So since I have dreamt every night for the past 3 nights, here are a collection of those past dreams

June 31st

  A group of us accompany Trevor to my school in Laguna so that he can pick up this crimson colored 4-wheel truck who he bought from the guy who gives tours. It has a license plate that says Laguna College of Art and Design. 

Jon-o and I are talking but whatever he is saying I cannot hear, I'm too focused on looking at the fingerprints on my fingers, which are lines but just dots that look too spaced out. I remember thinking that I didn't remember this being there. 

With a group again and we're all at the Hole right on the sand next to the boulders. A seagull flies past over us and Trevor says "You know you can erase part of those? There's a program on the computer you can use." He proceeds to tell us about this new computer program thats similar to MS Paint that all you simply have to do is upload a picture of a seagull or cormorant that is in the San Clemente area and you can erase any part of their body or as much of it as you want. Once you send the file to the internet the actual bird itself is configured with these settings so when you go to the beach again it looks like a seagulls head is mysteriously floating there next to its wings. This is exemplified to me as I see one of these erased seagulls flying over us. I watch as a cormorant also flies over us and dive bombs for mice in the rocks. It disappears in these impossibly small cracks. I duck thinking the cormorant is going to explode. So far the program will only work with cormorants and seagulls but I hear their extending the next version they release with pelicans.

July 1st

    I live in a group home that is also a department store, with all my friends and some people I  don't know. There are about 50 of us here, the bottom 5 floors are for girls and the top floors are for boys. This was the time of the year where the administrators were throwing the annual "ball" and it was tonight. It really was quite the extravaganza, after we got dressed, the girls were allowed to use the whole cosmetics floor for whatever they wanted. It was the whole area of the mall free to us, and we could open any package we wanted to use. I was not that interested in this so I browsed through and went outside, careful not to be seen in the hallways cause I was afraid of seeing someone I wanted to ask me to dance. 

As I made it outside I noticed these two older men with beards outside on the far side of the parking lot, one of them had a white sling over his arm. I got in my car and put the keys in and that moment they both were in my car, the one with the sling had hopped in the back seat and was now holding a gun to my head and the other was in the front saying, "Drive." I didn't say a word and scrambled to get going as fast as I could, not knowing at all where I was going to or what they wanted. I felt my heart beat so fast and blood pumping through my veins as I could feel the tiny cold point of the gun against my skin. 

I remember the guy in the back saying cheerfully, "Hey you're right, this isn't that hard!" I only became more nervous but then it stops.

July 2nd

   All I remember is having eyelashes as thick as hair drooping off my eyes and hitting my chin. I could barely see but the color was weird, like such a dull brown, the hairs looked grey.

Dreaming Season 2. Plus, New Series of Thought Images.

Dreaming Season 2 Begins 

with the thrilling frantic of Naomi in the unrecognizable airport of Los Angeles. 

She runs up and down narrow hallways and short carpeted stairwells and cannot see for the life of her the jumbled assortment of small numbers and letters for Gates above the entrances. 

She hears a now boarding echo throughout the dimly lit and packed airport and now her palms start to sweat. Rushing around looking for Gate 7B she cannot seem to get her head around where she is. Suddenly she looks forward and sees a throng of people massed together at a security checkpoint. There is Joshua! She has found him and Gate 7B but now must risk missing her flight among the hordes of innocent travelers seeking to bypass the checkpoint. 

"I gotta get there by 10 am..  I'll make it by 10."

So after I wake up I realize that I am horribly shaky and my heart is racing. I seek to calm myself down for the rest of the day by getting to my school FAR before 10. I leave at 9 and arrive around 9:20. Only to find that my class in fact does not start until 1pm... 

Wait.. Why did I do this again? Why would I possibly think I would have to be there at 10? I dont have a single class at that time! 

Oh ... shoot.. that darned airplane. Gate 7B is gone now and you're left with a delay that lasts 3 and a half hours...

Filth and Disgust

Dear Whomever it May Concern at the Mucous Factory 

newly developed at the residence of 

2008 Entrada Paraiso:

Dear Factory workers, 

Welcome to the neighborhood! I would like to give you additional pleasant greetings but that really would be counterproductive. It has come to my attention that your mucous factory has been set up in a peaceful residential community where I currently live with a loving family. However much I feel sympathetic for your business ventures, I must protest to your new development at the base of my lungs. The smoke stacks stretch onward for miles and only a constant taste of rotten bronchial putrescence remains. Your noxious fumes are polluting all of the surrounding areas and even drifting into the fields of papillae that once flourished. This is an outrage to this once thriving system. I am just writing this to let you know that your presence is a nuisance to society and that your cheesy business scams are not appreciated. Let this message pass onto upper management and I hope that will be the last that he hears from me before his departure. Good luck on your future enterprise endeavors.

Yours Truly, Naomi Paskowitz,    

aka, host

Palabras

The best boxed prizes always are flash painted in chromium scales

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After a certain place

Faces start to look so familiar

It's scary

Barely as much hope in sewage systems as progress

But still constant comfort

I Think this is the most deadly

Its poison seeps slowly,

gradually through pores of skin

Softly and with warmth

So sometimes you'll die before you know you're dead.

-

A headless body still speaks

  That all it's ever known

Beauty and Fish

Alright. 

If you know me, you know I go crazy for high quality food, presentation, and every aspect of preparing gourmet food. It's one of the most involved art forms I know of and utilizing all of your senses in a single meal is something worthy of remembrance. The Ritz Carlton did the most fantastic job of preparing everything for us specialty for my belated birthday and Zack and Jason, two of the Chefs, in addition to my Fauthe, made us a full tasting menu that was beyond compare. They specifically came out to us and gave us the full explanation of the foods of three different types of courses. It was the most amazing eating extravaganza of my life and for every second I was there, it was an expansion of the overall quality of the rest of my life.

The flavors.. the flavors and textures and combinations were beyond imaginable, things I have never even tasted in my whole life. This is what it's about too, trying new things, experiencing something that I have never known before. 

So... here it is. My remembrance of the best and the most generous I have ever had cooked for me. (Also, keep in mind these are sample portions) Here are just some of the highlights.

• Truffle goat cheese added to pan-seared salmon
• Seared ahi encrusted with sesame with marrow of scallop on a gobo / seaweed spicy soy salad with microgreens and masago
• Tempura lobster - fried in shell topped with flying roe with side of miso aioli
• Palate cleanser of manchego cheese wedge with blackberry, watermelon, and white balsamic vinaigrette
• Served raw salmon with cucumber salad cooked on plate with hot camomile citrus tea
• Sour cream lemon oil sorbet with micro greens topped with a brioche crostini and caviar
• And... dessert tasting platter... 
• From sparkling italian wine with raspberry sorbet to pineapple coconut custard cake..

...Thats not even half. It was just too good for words. 

Thank you everyone at the Ritz Carlton, I love you with my heart and mind and soul and stomach.

Mission: ..... FAILURE!

There was a dire mistake in the culturing process... it seems some malicious force crept in during the night, while I peacefully slept, and made disastrous results in the Scoby plantation grounds. 

It destroyed millions... 

Peaceful bacteria hunting and gathering for nutrition slowly became poisoned with the fumes of contamination and we could only stare in horror as day after day they became weaker to the attackers. 

I wanted to help... 

Oh how I wanted to do something to save those innocent civilians. 

Those peaceful workers who only wanted to make a life for themselves...

Only wanted to make the most of what they had been given.

 The city that was once red with the force of production and industry now began to sink into the now salty mire of juice-ocean below. Like the lost city of Atlantis, it was only a matter of time before this beautiful and flourishing city was wiped out under the sea. 

My poor friends... I weep at their fond memories. I am haunted by the eerie familiar bubbling of their town. Now I can only cringe at the thought of their mangled and decrepit ruins that lie on the bottom of the kitchen disposal. Most likely, they are halfway across the world, fizzing at the top of the Atlantic Ocean. They have become one with that from which they came. 

God rest their sweet souls.

K-oM Bucha  City -    10/9/08  -  11/01/08

Dire Concerns / At a Standstill

Here it is. My sweet friend, bubbling sac of flesh.