I Need One Thing That’s Divine.

My dreams have been filled with time traveling, both literal and moving back and forth through the layers of my own life. Excavation isn’t pretty or conducive to good sleep. Human sharks, tiny hands thrown up in defense just turn to bait. I want to start over, pure and clean, with no blood trail dripping … Read moreI Need One Thing That’s Divine.

State of the Yam. #OnFloof

1.The moon has been wreaking havoc on my sleep. She and I need to have a serious talk. This always happens during the full moon, my already wildly technicolor dreams become even more strange. I often find myself sitting straight up in bed, too tired to truly wake yet too wary of returning to the … Read moreState of the Yam. #OnFloof

Put Your Ray Gun To My Head

There is a whole cast of strange recurring characters in my dreams. Ice T. Courtney Love. Poseidon. William S. Burroughs. A large group of heavily tattooed yakuza who only speak Japanese (which even in my dreams I do not understand).   Anyway. David Bowie is one of them. The dream characters, not the yakuza.   … Read morePut Your Ray Gun To My Head

I Should Start Keeping a Dream Journal.

This is what happens when all of the weirdness stored in my head collides. I was on a windswept, moonlit beach at night. I think it was Norway. And apparently also on an episode of ANTM. Tyra Banks whips out this long piece of black glittering fabric and tells us our challenge is to create … Read moreI Should Start Keeping a Dream Journal.