Responding to our advertisement for a roommate and columnist, a certain Shecky has joined our humble household with open arms and, even better, an open look inside the tinkerings of the subconscious. We are now proud to present this archive of dreams culled from a restless, active and untethered mind...
Shecky's Dream Vault™
Browse through the troubled nighmares, twisted reality, and lustful recollections that surfaces when I give in to my subconscious.
Join me by donating your own dream, and I will provide insight, and it will be my pleasure to add it into the dream vault.
-- Shecky
Dec 17, 2001
Psychic StomachI was convulsively vomiting. Then I was terribly confused as I started extracting whole burritos, tamales, etc. from the vomit, which cleaned up pretty nicely into a meal I then served to my friend Dea.
Nov 9, 2001
A Woman's Pixiemy nephew pixie was interested in getting a ride with me on my bicycle. i haven't ridden a bike in years, yet he insisted that it would be a good idea. pixie is five years old and about half my size, but i was nervous about balancing him since i wasn't all that certain i could even balance myself. we got on the bike, and he clung to my back. i took off hesitantly but soon was making great swooping movements with the bike around tight corners, and the part of me that gets nervous about falling was surprised that there seemed to be no danger. pixie got heavier on my back. soon it was clear that he had fallen asleep.
Sept 19, 2001
Empty Pink Envelopesmy roommate was driving down the road in a truck. i flagged him down, and invited him inside my childhood home. my dead sister with me, we checked the mail, and found that the mailbox was compartmentalized with segments for each of us. the one belonging to a long-ago renter was filled with pink envelopes addressed to her, but opened and empty.
Do they really have great thrift stores in Montana? Time-trip
i had returned to the house i grew up in, my mother was about twenty years younger, and so were my sisters. my father, as usual, was not around. i realized that i was missing some really important things and i returned back to this house and this time to find them. having looked in places which are really impossible to find in reality, since they're closets in a house which was sold eighteen years ago, i remembered who might be guilty of stealing these things. it was two girls, and since i was back in time i called up their mother. i explained the situation and she was very understanding. but we couldn't find the things i needed, though i could picture them more clearly than i had ever been able to before. I went on a journey to a piece of land owned by a friend who seemed to have aged about twenty years. the land was supposedly in montana,and it was so lush and beautiful it glowed. we went on a search through these fascinating old thrift stores for special things to replace the ones lost. i was taking so much time finding the right things and was getting so distracted by it all, that only one friend wited for me, explaining i would help them by feeding and putting the kids to bed. we went to a house full of kids. i didn't recognize any of them except my ex's daughter who seemed much more aggressive and grownup suddenly. she helped me as i struggled to time dinner and bedtime correctly.
Choking in New Mexico
I had moved to New Mexico, somehow though, I was expected to help a handicapped person with a wheelchair to move in with me. I sat and discussed the situation with this strange woman who used to be my roommate in san francisco. I put my foot down with her and asserted that i would stay if I could make the whole house more like mine, putting my things out in the living spaces. She seemed relieved that I would stay. I went into my new bedroom. It had the only view of the Sangre de Cristo mountains in the whole apartment, but other than that, looked like a doctor's examining room at a cheap clinic. I went to some type of dance class; somehow now we seemed to be in Princeton, NJ, where I grew up. In the street, parking my car, I realized that I had a complete horror of being there (in New Mexico) or anywhere. I had to get out. I felt like I was choking. I thought to myself that I needed to make a plan. I decided that I wouldn't live anywhere, I just couldn't deal with making a decision. There would always be something I was losing, and I wouldn't be happy. I had to just keep moving. I didn't want to go back to New Mexico and had no idea how I got there.
Reluctantly Dorothy
i was wandering through these massive tents set up outside a luxury hotel. it was some type of renaissance faire. people were selling costumes and clothes and jewelry. my sister and i were partying with some guys upstairs in their hotel room. then it was showtime. me and my sister were expected to perform the whole of the wizard of oz, in three acts. i wasn't terribly surprised about this, and felt up to the challenge. i seemed to be the lead character but felt that i was the lion, not dorothy. my sister, i'm not sure what part she had. we did not have costumes or makeup, being in street clothes. however, the first act was well received. it was in a beautiful little theater and every seat was filled. for the second act, things got chaotic. we moved the play to a smaller "dinner" theater, where vendors were expected to set up (though they didn't set up until halfway through the show, and did so right in front of us, between the stage and the audience). i was losing ground and kept telling my sister "let's get on the yellow brick road" so we'd be able to pick up some other characters. but the hotel-room guys, though they seemed to be supposed to join in, didn't. finally, a couple of women complained that they wanted to see their beautiful lesbian friend. from the stage i said, "i think she's in the dressing room". my perspective followed them back there where they all fawned over her, and she acted kind of haughty and seductive. they trooped back and my dream ended with me wondering why lesbians were so incredibly obsessed with sex....
Pancho Shecky
i was a mexican revolutionary. and a man. i had killed many people in this crazy subway spree, but i only killed the white people and only because i was trying to escape. then i was out on the street because i miraculously escaped. i disguised myself as a girl, but was really pushing it because i ended up sharing a bed with this girl regularly (as sisters) and she brought one of the cops who was chasing me home one night. it was also hard to hide my penis from her. but not as hard as you'd think. i ended up getting changed into a girl and moving to another country. at the end of the dream i visited my family and ended up getting caught in a ceremony where they showed films about what "i" did; not knowing that i was in the audience disguised as a girl. We seemed to be like slaves, having to obey orders to...tear up boxes and stack up flattened garbage cans, hee!...seemed that there was still a lot of dramatic gunfire and flattening still going on. i had left the ceremony with permission but having to climb over office cubicles stacked up eighteen feet high, and barely escaping a fire that the white people were caught in because they couldn't stop arguing about whose fault it was that i had stepped on the typing table. at the end i was somehow still trapped there and i was having to edit a piece of film for a teacher in the aftermath of whatever skirmish had just broken out.
Women are from Venus, Men wear Masks
my ex was hanging around some kinda house with me. he was lounging in a bedroom. he was pretending nothing was wrong between us but also giving a vibe that he didn't care either way. a friend of his came in and was trying to convince me what a great guy he is. "when you put different masks on him, he's really great!" she told me. i was like, "yeah, i know, but that's the real problem with him". i left the room, trying to get away. found myself trying to maneuver a car through a tiny alley with a homeless person camped out in the way, lying on a box with a blanket. i was angry that there was this obstacle, but everyone acted as if it was outrageous for me to ask the homeless person to leave. i then somehow parked the car and went shopping. for some reason i was scooping tons of things i didn't want into my cart. a group of employees came and started harassing me that i couldn't take the items out of my cart once i chose them. i was ignoring them and scooping things out onto a basket. i was determined to get rid of the junk i was carrying.
Get me the fuckin' SOY MILK!!!
i was trying to order breakfast in the upstairs section of a grubby, dark restaurant. the waitress was extremely impatient, and there was no menu, so i racked my brain trying to decide what i wanted. finally, just as she was ready to flee, i said, ok, give me some shredded wheat. she took off down the stairs and i realized that she was planning to bring it with regular milk so i tore off after her, screaming out "SOY MILK"! i was really frustrated and angry at the service, and decided to walk around a little downstairs. i saw a twin bed with some odd things laid out on the bedspread. it looked like a garage sale held by a little kid of odd household objects and pieces of bent wire. i somehow knew that i was entitled to one treat, and i was about to pick out a plug in glade air freshener when my friend called me upstairs to eat my shredded wheat. the waitress was nowhere in sight, and the cereal had been served to me in a dirty loaf pan, all soggy.
What did you DO with the Mezuzah!?
i was driving to my grandmother's house, missed the turn and ended up at a huge swanky golf course...i was with this guy, we decided to find my grandmother's house and got in our little car. we died, i only knew we were dead because we were dead white with blood smashed on us. but we were really happy and were looking at a map of afterlife to see where we were headed. the only problem was that people were ignoring us, and my companion was trying to tune into the living by flirting with the cameras. he was touching the cameras when he talked to them as if they were the face of a girl he liked. we made it to my grandmother's house and it was transformed and obviously we had lost track of the time of the living, since she was dead for years. there was a copy machine in the living room and religious artifacts around as if catholics lived there. i was crying so hard i couldn't breathe.
