a humorous and provocative stage show featuring slapstick humor, comic skits, bawdy songs, striptease acts, and a scantily clad female chorus.

I think I am going to a burlesque show tonight for Ellena's birthday. When she told me that's what she wanted to do I said "cool! Do we get to dress up?!" Unfortunately however, this is not the sort of burlesque show that audience members get to participate in. We just get to be tricked into drinking a lot of expensive beer! Yea!

Make ART

Today is gray and quiet except for the crazy, flapping wind. It's a good day for Bowie and Iggy Pop and making those posters I've been thinking about.

MAKE STUFF = FEEL HAPPY!

Dreaming is weird.

Creepiest dreams ever! I woke up this morning remembering running frantically all over a creepy asymmetrical mansion with red carpet owned by a creepy rich couple. Michael was there, but the zombies weren't after him! I tried to jump out the window but there was a flood or something outside so it was just this sea of traffic signs and random people floating away into the distance.



I never remember that I can actually control my dreams while I am having dreams like that. Recently, I dreamed that I was in my moms house with Randall and I was packing to move out. I randomly looked down and I had seven strange fingers on my right hand, which indicated to me that I was in fact dreaming. So I then proceeded to fly out the window because that's one of the most awesomely liberating things to do in a dream. But I can't ever do it when I'm terrified. Maybe that's the problem. I have to be unafraid.



When I was actually pursuing lucid dreaming on a nightly basis, I dreamt that I was with some friends in the woods and we were about to be captured by some tribe of kids who worked there (in the middle of the woods) and one of them was Brandon, a kid I met in college. I convinced him to not hold us captive by realizing that it was just a dream, and convincing Brandon that we were in his dream and that there was surely something else he would rather be doing. He flew away and I was grateful to have been in Brandon's dream. When I woke up, of course I realized that I was in my own dream all along, and I could have just made it into a different dream. So frustrating.



It's difficult for a person like me to keep a dream journal. I start things and never finish them all the time, I love procrastinating, and in the morning, when I first wake up, I'm usually thinking about peeing, drinking water, or some other basic human need. Rarely have I ever woken up, kept perfectly still and rehashed every single thing I could possibly remember out of a dream only to then tried and write it all down really fast before the whole thing totally left my memory. It seems unnatural but I guess that is because in our culture people don't take their dreams as seriously as they do on the other side of the world.

In some cultures, the first thing they do when they wake up is share their dreams with their village. Everyone participates. And from those dreams, they collectively have a blueprint of weather or not they should travel, if they should go hunting, if they would have visitors or if a storm was coming. Here, I tell my mom I had a dream about a giant purple fork trying to make friends with me and to to her and probably to me, I'm just weird and it means nothing. I wonder how many profound messages I have totally missed because I decided to blow it off instead of looking for a deeper meaning.

I guess that I missed you.

Three things.

One! I am kind of drunk for the first time in an extremely long time. I am AWESOME!

Two: Michael Phelps, I guess that I am proud of you, and I am sorry that cereal company dissed you.

Three: The people who make up the senate are all creepy in their own little way. I wish they made decisions quicker and better.

The FIRST blog!
Again, I would just like to reiterate that I am in fact awesome.