independentwaste's Dream Journal

I'm sitting at the foot of my mom's bed on Wyoma St. I'm in my fetish outfit and the TV is on. I'm watching Clint's Reptiles by it switches over to Moon G. Sometimes the screen is cut in half, with the bottom half showing YouTube and the top half showing me. There's some thin black device with a green light atop the TV; is it recording me? I go in my room while I overhear Clint talking about insects and crustaceans. Something about if you were a crustacean waiter and you forgot 3 main fish then

A N.S. show in a small, dim-lit venue. The small crowd is all gathered around the band like it's storytime and we're a bunch of kids. There are some small pits here and it feels very communal in this small place. Then, the Casualties burst in from the other side of the venue and set up on a stage behind us. They blare into their set, interrupting N.S's. I can't remember what they were playing but I leave. There are some rooms in this venue, and they look like the bedrooms from Be

I'm seeing some lady about moving into her house in Swampscott. She lives alone but has 2 or 3 spare rooms. I go through the house and try to decide which room I want. One of them is built in some weird way so that the walls seem curved. This lady is about 60 or so, and looks similar to either or Mike's sisters. I make her laugh and we seem to get along well enough. I come back later with my mom to drop some of my stuff off. The lady's name is Marie and she had said that I can come b

I'm watching the 18 min live performance of "The Year is Gone" by Tigran Hamasyan (https://youtu.be/fMD3JUINzuw?si=6RX_SyQKhtqh-LjO) . It starts off normal, the dramatic pauses in between each beginning section, but when it gets to the vocal crescendo at 1:30, Tigran pauses to tell the sound man that they need to be turned up during this section. While waiting, I notice that the stage is uneven. Over where Tigran sits by his piano are waves. They're building a gap between him a

I'm in some house similar to my own with a group of Asian teenagers/young adults. It's midday and there's a good amount of sun shining in. They are just going about their day, making food and talking to one another. At one point they're speaking what I believe is Chinese. It's unclear now. I'm watching them go about their day as if it's a TV show. At one point Jenn from work is here, saying something about living in "Ind" or "Indy". She means India

I'm in some cafeteria serving food. I'm bringing it out to a long cafeteria table when Ercilia from the catheter factory notices me and calls me over to talk. She shows me someone on FaceTime on her phone. Some short Dominican woman who sorta looks like Solange from the weekend shift. I don't know who this woman is but apparently she worked at the catheter factory. I talk to her saying it's been a long time. She speaks in Spanish and there are English subtitles on the phone scree

A view similar to GoogleEarth. The Earth is spinning slowly as I am browsing the countries. I can see the curvature of the Earth. I land on Iran, and start to zoom in. Much of the terrain is green, oddly enough. As I start to zoom further and further in, I get a feel of the immensity of this planet, and imagine how terrifying it would be to be dropped in some random area of the planet, with no communication, no passport and no easy way to get home. The camera zooms in and we end up in some deser

Jonny and I are sitting on a couch watching TV out on some pier in what looks like a fishing community. Everything is made out of wood, like bamboo or something, and there are walkways and huts forming this bige neighborhood right in the water. I turn around and see huge, colorful bugs flying around some flower vases. I go toward them to play with them when Jon tells me he was stung by a ray. He goes back in the water and from where I am, I can see the water lighting up with the shock of the ray

Can't remember most of this dream but I vaguely remember I'm in some house that is filled with all sorts of people. JD is here, and I believe he's running some type of cult with all these people. Going up the wooden stairs, I see that the room straight ahead has been turned into an Asian restaurant; they have a sign on the door. There are 2 or 3 dark Asian men sitting outside the door. They are cooks and it doesn't look like they get much business. I'm on a canoe, or

I'm in a DIY venue that from the outside looks like a smaller version of Bennett St., possibly with black bricks. Inside, I believe Man Is The Bastard is playing but I'm not looking at the stage over to my right. I grt the feeling there's a big empty open space to my right that I never look at. I'm just looking at the seats and people in front of me, and I believe we're all under a mezzanine section. This seems like a reconstruction of the MGM Hall I was at a few nigh