There were three of us then. We were chasing a creature, a monster, that almost got one of us killed. The monster surprised her from the top of a tree and showered her torso with a machine gun. She was dying. Strangely, she seemed to know exactly where to go next. The driver that picked us up was extremely resourceful. His car, big and black, seemed to have been brought from the future. it was alive and it was helping my friend remain alive, at least long enough to help us capture her murderer. Following her directions we reached a dead end. The narrow road we were following reached the river shore hitting the water. This is it, we thought, but the driver got out of the car, examined the shore in front of us, pushed his car here and there, and came back in smiling. "It's as I thought", he said, "the night is hiding the road from us. It is only a few inches underwater. It's narrow and tricky; we can easily drive into the depths of the lake, but I will give it a try". I could see the road now. It was narrow indeed, and it twisted in many times for no apparent reason, perhaps only to help the ones that do not know it well find their way down the bottom of the river. But we were good. Car and driver took us to the other end of the road were we found a rocky mountain and the entrance to a chamber where there was a big pool of stale water and an arrangement of balconies in it's tall tall walls. Our enemies greeted us there. They captured my friends, but they could not fly as I could do, and I engaged in a battle with them that they could not easily win. Their leader, the monster, offered me to negotiate. I agreed, as long as my friends were safe and alive, and treated well....
I asked the giant if I could pluck one or two of his beards. When he agreed, al the women went crazy. They began jumping around and gathering around the television. I could see they were wearing no underwear. Their tight, delicious bodies awakened my desire to have sex with them, especially the morena wearing the green shirt, but I knew it was impossible....
My favorite vintage books were stamped with huge eighty-percent-off discount labels in the comic book store. I grabbed three of them --French and Italian erotic science fiction from the sixties and the seventies, and happily addressed the clerk at the register to get charged. Seven hundred and seven dollars, he said. My wife screamed at me while I handed my credit card to the clerk. I knew there was not enough money in my bank account to cover that amount, but I did not care. It was just a dream after all. ...
I was cold and was trying to get warm, then I woke up and was cold....
I was cold and was trying to get warm, then I woke up and was cold....
In class my project was to design a vagina, I made it so that when it got warm it would melt an oil that would lubricate it for sex....
In my dream I was running back home....
I had 3 nails between my teeth, they were about 1.5 inches long and skinny, black as well. My teeth felt separated at those spots, I walked down a long set of stairs on a circular staircase that went for several floors, there was a red carpet and they were made of white marble. At the end of the steps I finally took the final of the three nails by pulling them out. I woke up feeling a gap between the teeth that the nails where going thru....
Sitting on the toilet am taking a shit, all is normal and am feeling finished when a huge shit comes out of nowhere and just keeps coming out more and more shit. Amazing dream where I woke up hoping that my underwear was not full of shit. Thankfully it wasn't. :)...
I was eating sopa de fideos with nice tomato and chicken broth. ...
In my dream I was time travelling....
I found myself dating a lady that is very much older than me, about 25 years older, she most be in her late 60s or early 70s, white hair, wrinkled white face and elderly smile. She was supposed to be a friends mom but in reality she is a secretary that I used to see when I worked as a bike messenger in Austin Tx, she works for a lawyer firm and she's very nice.
In my dream she was José Gutierrez mom, we were coming back from a movie I think, in the bus in Insurgentes av. in México city, right by the old Hotel de México, now the mexican WTC, my friends left the bus, there were Lola, Luis and José and I stayed with the lady. She was wearing white pants and shirt, as old ladies do. We got off in a very wealthy area of México city, by San Angel and she got really mad, I think she said I was a goof and that I was not paying enough attention to her. Seemingly I was chatting with some of the bus riders instead of her. She left me there half way into her mad argument, because it was useless to finish it I guess and walked away fast with out looking back. I started to wonder why I was dating such and old woman, thinking that the older they are, more grumpy and hard to satisfy they get....
There was a massive party that was being organized in this mega college and they were asking for computers to let people surf the net and I got suckered into "lending" one of my macs, after I did, the guy told me I had just donated my mac instead, and I got scared and angry, so he made me a letter where it said I had changed my mind. I was riding my bike taxi and had just ridden from about 5 miles or more from the parking lot where my car was. I had a girl on my cab and I told her to wait for me, it would not be even 2 minutes, I parked the bike and ran to the third floor of the building I had lived when I was little, the computer room for the party was there. As I went up the steps I was thinking, what if they erased the 2 hard drives that were inside the mac, they contained all my cycling races in them!! I ran up and hoped for the best, but I had a feeling it was too late....
We had just traveled to México city to visit my mom and brothers, Melissa and me just arrived at my moms house with Tod and a guy we picked up on the road that was nice. Standing in the patio all of a sudden my uncle Danny came up riding a carbon fiber road bike with carbon wheels on the ledge of the wall of the next door neighbor, he lost control and came off the ledge flying down into the patio. By miracle he landed sitting on the bike. But either then or before, his bike had broken, the front hub and front fork stays were cracked and the front wheel was cracked missing a part of the rim, the bars where smashed and bent (he told me it was there before), and the bike was ruined. My friend Tod brought it inside the living room and started looking at it while my mom made food, everyone was sitting in the kitchen table chatting. The old radio boom box was playing mexican music and it was a nice fresh and sunny day. While looking at it, Tod broke the rear hub and the rear chain tube (made of carbon, very brittle it seemed). And I told him to stop fucking with that bike. I think my mom was making arroz con leche. ...
This one is from the gory insides of my mind. (beware its a nightmare).
There is a white kid, skinny, tall and with a skinny long nose, black hair sorta greasy, he is in a class room with about ten other kids, the teacher is making one by one go to the front and out of a notebook with musical notes to sing whats written, the notes are missing all the pentagram lines but one.
When its the kids turn, he is unable to read them, cuz he never really learned and also cuz there is no point of reference, since there are no lines.
The teacher and the students laugh at him and he leaves the small room in shame and anger.
Outside there is a world of grays and browns, the streets are gritty and not paved, he finds his moped and starts it, its a skinny old moped, white and very low powered, the metro much like in mexico, orange and long travels close to where he is, he starts his way into the neighborhood behind the metro, (it reminds me of the neighborhood behind the estadio azteca, very ghetto). The streets go from gray to red under his wheels. The low powered moped goes up a slow incline, he barely can go up. The red street is wet and the buildings around are very dark brown reddish. In my sleep I realize the streets are covered in blood and that area is probably a meat packing area where they kill the animals or something and the streets are stained and wet with the animals blood. The kid keeps going in this uphill road where there are people dressed in white aprons stained with blood, probably the butchers. They all have a big gut and probably mustaches. As he rides his low powered moped the back wheel that has no splash guard keeps splattering his back and butt with red little spots. He gets annoyed but it seems a routine that can't be avoided. At some point, the road starts to get dark brown again and more rocky, the blood is replaced by bigger and bigger river like rocks. The rocks are so big that the separation between the side of the road and the actual road si about 4 inches or so. They are gray and the houses at the side are dark and most aren't visible behind big walls or chain link fences. Its getting darker out. The boy (maybe about 16 or 18) keeps driving his low powered moped through this road which gets more and more difficult for the moped to ride through. The road gets narrow and starts to be very twisty and more inclined. Slow moving he goes through this area, very winding. He feels a bit scared. There is a boy in the road walking on the side of it. Maybe 10 years old or so, they see each other and the skinny kid feels threatened because the slowness of his moped, he goes by the young kid and very slowly goes over the increasingly bigger rocks. All of a sudden the young kid starts to run behind the moped, actually going faster that it. He is welding a tiny knife, so small its not bigger than a designers cutter tool. Behind the moped he starts to try to stab the back of the moped driver. The speed of the moped is ridiculous and the driver realizes that he will get cut if he don't do something. He applies the brakes and makes the young kid crash with him. Then he elbows the young kids face and makes him fall to the side of the narrow road. The young kid seems to be knocked out. His arm half way into the narrow road. The moped driver keeps going forward on the bumpy, rocky and narrow road. In front of him a speeding car, very similar to the ones the undercover cops use, white and unmarked, is barreling down the opposite side of the road coming towards the slow moped. The driver of the moped gets out of the way on the side of the narrow road. The white unmarked cop like car goes flying next to him and the moped driver notices that the kid he just knocked out is laying over the side of the road but his arm is directly in the path of the speeding white car. The car goes over the young kids arm and twists it breaking it and disappears. The moped driver feels remorse but turns around and keeps on his way on the narrow rocky road.
The road soon gets more and more narrow and at some point its not bigger that a walking path. The rocks are so big that his moped can't drive any more on it. The driver gets off the rocky path and drives on the side of it. The side is actually cemented and he comes to the end of the path. There is a nice small patch of grass to the side, very green grass. Some small trees and a chain link fence waist big surrounds the property. Its a two story building with a outside stair made of wood. There are other teenagers hanging out scattered around. He leaves his moped and goes up the stairs. At the top he finds a small room and enters. Its his bedroom. He has a small room with two beds one on each side of the room. there is just enough space to walk though them. At the back there is a small bath room with a sink and a toilet, no shower. The sink and toilet have never been cleaned and there are brown stains all over them. The beds are messy with white sheets on them. The walls are of dark wood panels. The kid sits on his bed and looks out of the only window in the room. He can see the roof of the main house outside. There are a few planters with plants on them on the roof right outside his window. Two older butcher type guys hang out on the roof smoking. They are loud. One of them decides he needs to pee and right there on the roof right outside of his windows starts to pee on the plants, his companion complains and laughs at the same time. The peeing guy tells him to stop bothering him in a annoyed way. His pee smells pretty strong.
The room has a tv on the side and the kid turns it on. He still has this small remorse about the young kid that he hit and was ran over by the white unmarked car. At this point, a bunch of women enter the room loudly and sit on the beds. Maybe 4 or 5 fat women. They are teasing the kid for being so skinny and one of them is obviously interested on the kid. He is now nibbling on a old piece of pizza and sits on the edge of the bed in front of one of the fat ladies. He tries to concentrate on the images on tv. The women are teasing him a lot, he sees the guys outside and they are loud and rude. The woman behind him starts to embrace him from behind, grabbing his chest, with her hand that is fat and raspy going through his forehead and cheeks. She is hissing like a cat behind him. He feels sick and his pizza gets stuck between his throat. Its starts to feel very hot. With trouble he swallows the crusty pizza through his dry throat. The fat woman now is going down his chest, down his belly trying to go inside his pants. Her hands are greasy. She laughs and spit comes out of her mouth and lands on his neck. He gets up in a hurry and avoids her hand inside his pants, but she then grabs his groin outside the pants, his dick moves and grows 3%. He's grossed out and tries to get away. There is a loud and wet fart that goes off.
I wake up...
We drove the Westfalia all over something between Portugal and México's heartlands country, many people were in there. Melissa's father was tim the tool time man, there was a voodu black witch guy, at some point we went to eat and the van got stolen, I was super sad, Paolo was sleeping in my sleeve from then on. He was little, and heavy. Melissa went into an internet café and started to look in the computer for our van, I went with Paolo in my sleeve looking for it in the street. Millions of combis circulated the night but no vanagons, some kids from my swim team hung out with us while we searched. At some point an old black man pointed at a mexican stile parking lot (with broken asfalt, and what looked as a old building lot that was victim of the 85 earthquake), and my westfalia appeared in a corner. I started to cry of joy. Paolo moved inside my sleeve, seemingly happy as well. I drove the van and the guy that stoled my van told me as I drove out of the parking lot that he was very sorry but he thought that it was his own van that looked the same. I shock his hand and went looking for Melissa. She was in the internet café and her father Tim the tooltime man laughed very loud. We all continued in our trip, to the beach I think....
We hid all the cocaine in the burritos....
"We should have some coffee even if we have to miss the train", he said. "We will be relocated in the next train for a insignificant amount of money." I didn't understand how couldn't we wait until we boarded the train to have a coffee in the train's coffee shop, but I obeyed. A while later we took the last train. My friend was actually driving it. The view from the cabin was spectacular. The landscape blurred around us. We approached an area of canyons and I got worried when I realized something had brought down all the bridges. We were speeding up to an abyss. "Haven't you noticed we are not touching the tracks?", asked my friend, and I realized our train was flying, several feet above ground, and when we reached the end of the land into the broken bridge we just kept going, straight, unaffected....
At home, I was building a robot. His brain was the best brain ever built, very smart, creative and difficult. I still had to attach the head to the body when he gained motor control of his limbs, and run amok across the house. Amy figured out that in order to stop the body we should destroy the brain, and started breaking his head with a can opener. Ooze came out....
A number of houses were distributed in a 2-dimensional grid. There was an ant hive underneath. I can't remember our motivation, but we assembled a party of six and went exploring the hive after shrinking ourselves to ant size. In the hive, two of us died. The rest of us got lost in the complexities of the hive. We could only understand the hive's complexity through 2-dimensional projections and diagrams. Clearly, we needed more information. At some point, I don't remember how or when, I found an opportunity to jump up one dimension, and managed to restore my original size. I appeared in one of the house's basement, surrounded by strange scientific machineries and the rest of my colleagues, staring at me in wonder. I narrated what had happened, even though I can remember it now. They were very incredulous, especially about the demise of our two lost partners. One of them claimed he was responsible to notify their parents about their deaths, and demanded me to deliver photographs showing the cause of their deaths as an accident. "But it was not an accident", I responded, "they were murdered by the creatures of the small when they defended themselves from our intrusion." Evidently, he did not accept my reply. I was wondering how to produce fake pictures of my partners' accidental deaths when a sort of slob-worm crawled out of my colleague's left nostril. ...
I was drawing, it was very serious....
My friend's wife was the hottest woman alive. Burning with desire, I tried to make her mine....
Se me hizo tarde para visitar a mi tía por andarle sacando fotos a la pelos encuerada en una casa colonial en San Angel....
I was back home. For the first time in my life, I was offered to get payed more than what I wanted. Ok, I said. Everybody was there. They had soft hands. When the time for lunch came, I sat next to someone I didn't know....
The clouds were moving fast in the sky. She was living on a rooftop, in a duplicate she built of my old apartment. The resemblance was remarkable. She gazed at me, yearning for words of support. And I just remained silent, looking at her fading away....