Baby Mammals rolling in with the Tide (505)

I'm at work at Wynnewood Whole Foods Market. But It's also the beach and the lobby to a hotel. Customers and workers are diving off rocks and into clear aqua waters. There are doors over the rocks that lead to the back room. I know I have to get back to work but the water feels so nice. On the other side of the store, a level underneath the water has a balcony with marble floors and steel curling railings.

I walk along the shoreline, waves rolling in watching infant puppies, kittens, bunnies and monkeys roll onto the sand, helpless and just born. I swoop up one male and one female pups. They're yellow labs and I coddle them and have to feed them sugar milk to open their eyes.

(3307) Dead Bodies in the Water

I went to the Cape May Bay beach with a group of people, like a class from school. I was walking away from them along the water alone and I felt something really weird. Like the wind wasn't blowing or the waves weren't making noise or there was a wall dividing the water and the sand, but those factors weren't definite and I remember trying to figure it out as I walked. When I walk up to a jetty and I stare at the waves rolling in. An object covered in algae and a rope wrapped around it. I realized it was a dead decomposing body. I began to freak out and calling for people with the group I was with. A kid from my class walks up and stares at the body.
"I don't think that's a body."
"It is a body! Can't you see it's profile! It's forehead, nose, lips!?"
These children covered in blood come out of a door in the wooden jetty walls and that freaks me out even more. They're 2 little girls and they're yawning and asking what's happening.

It turns out it was some guy trying to get out of something? Like tax fraud or something. The little girls were his and they were covered in fake blood and given poison to fall asleep where he stuffed them in the jetty walls. I don't remember why it happened or what it was, but it ended up not being a big deal.

Tom and I are supposed to meet up. I think this takes place when we're supposed to be seeing each other.

(3307) Walking Home from Cape May

Tom and I and 2 other people are walking home from Cape May. We don't get too far home when after we make a Wawa stop Tom, (Maddey?), (other person?) see this tunnel in the ground. It's a hole filled up with water and then a pipe that leads to this storage room. They all go in and want me to come. I have my cell phone and other technologies I don't want to get wet. I feel held back because of it. I also don't think it's a good idea. We're inside, and there's these pipes and boxes that this old women owns. I'm afraid she'll find us. We hear her come in an entrance.

March 24th- my Nonno would have been 81 years old.

I'm in North Cape May with my family, other people's families too. But I go to the beach by myself with a man a little older than I am in the middle of the night. He takes me through the dunes and to the water. The beach is fully lit by the moon and I see that the tide is disoriented and the sand has shifted. There are hundreds of people standing sitting laying on this island in the middle of the bay.

I'm there with the Broscoe Family. In someone elses house, they are wealthy and had 4 children. The oldest male died. Now there is only 3. 2 boys and a girl. I think they're younger than I am, but find the youngest is in high school and the oldest male was out of college and married. They had all these little kid cups and plates and toys, only with 3, they threw away the 4th. They have a dog.

I'm driving through the Pine Barrens in the day. I'm with a man again, a different man. Maybe Jeff Hall. We're driving towards a house and we have to drive through. But there's an explosion behind us so we have to floor it. I think we burned, but the dream keeps going on.

I think about my Nonno in the basement and shower of our beach house.

Work and Prison are the same thing.

I was in a prison, which was associated with Whole Foods. Mostly prisoners worked at the Whole Foods, though everyone once in a while people who weren't could get hired there. I remembered walking up the ramp out of the parking lot and back to my apartment. I still lived there, but all my free time had to be spent at this prison, whole foods, school. I thought about why I was in prison- it had been because I had known someone who killed someone. I wanted them to re-open my case to show how injust the situation was.

I was standing in a basement with a lot of people, including the cop. I was explaining to him my situation, how a police officer must have sent mt to jail unjustly and I was trying to get my case re-opened. He told me police officers are always right. I told him that sometimes, they're corrupted and send people to jail for possessing different drugs. Like a cop will arrest people for dealing cocaine but they only deal marijuana, which has different consequences. He sarcastically said good luck.

I was training a girl who had just been entered into the prison. She had blonde greasy hair, dark circles under her eyelids, she was a drug addict. Not that anyone belonged there, but I knew that I didn't.

Nostalgia of North Cape May and my family the way it used to be

Evan and I are walking down Bayshore Road in North Cape May, away from the Villas and towards Town, it's afternoon, the sun keeps coming out and hiding behind clouds. We get to this house, it's not our house, the owner isn't home, though we sort of have permission to go inside, our Nonna knows the person who owns it, but not well. We go into the basement where it's dark, we're talking. He's against a wall with a window and I'm on the sofa. The window is round and outside of it is a perfectly lit tree, the leaves blowing off into the wind. It's dramatic, there's a soft light around Evan's face and everything else is black. I take out my picture and photograph it. It's first too dark, I try to brighten it up but then the tree out the window looks overly saturated, with bright blues, reds and greens. I give up.

We have to leave the house, we scramble to get all our belongings together and we go out to the driveway, the wind picks up and the sun hides. Nonna is there telling us to get home. I forget my boots and go back to get them, whoever owns the house is coming home.


When we're back at my Nonna's house, it's later, the light is darker and we're eating dinner. We're all there Nonna, Nonno, Evan, me and Daddy. Nonno is eating, he takes a bite of food and begins to give me advice. He starts choking or having a heart attack. I can't tell which, no one else can either. He keeps taking and choking, pretending if nothing is wrong. My dad starts pounding on his heart. I take the chair he's in and flip it backwards so his feet are up and his back is to the ground. I start giving him CPR thinking he's having a heart attack, but he might be choking too.

(3307) You're haircut looks really bad, and I'm not just saying that because I'm mad at you.

There was an event for Rachel Stricoff in the living room at 125 Farwood. My mom was throwing it. My mom had gotten potted plants as party favors. I set two of them aside, a multicolored rose pot, and a multicolored wildflower pot. When the party was over, there were no pots left. Just purple lilies in the middle of the room. I was about to grab them when I realized they were on a mound of dirt in the middle of the room, it was my Nonno's grave, and the purple lilies were for him. I was upset I didn't get any flowers.

Mama was in the kitchen making heart shaped cakes for valentines day. She was taking the batter and pouring it into a heart shaped mold on the frying pan, like pancakes, but then they'd rise like cakes. She asked if I could frost them for her. I agreed and looked in the pantry closet for anything pink, red, and white. All we had were Halloween sprinkles.

The doorbell rings and Mama answers it. Chris, Monty and Eric were at the door for Evan. I began to get even more pissed off. "Why didn't you call me?", "Oh, we just figured because you had work at 6:30am at Whole Foods you wouldn't want to hang out, so we called Evan, we're going to the beach."

Well I wanted to go to the beach, true, if they went to the beach I wouldn't make it to work in the morning, but I was mad they didn't call me or try to work with my schedule. Mama started getting mad because I had told her I'd help her with the many valentines cakes she was making.


Chris, Monty and I were sitting in the advanced photo studio, me sitting next to Chris. His hair was shorter, buzzed. "You're haircut looks really bad. And I'm not just saying that because I'm mad at you. It honestly looks bad" I told him, my arms crossed.

(3307) I'm not in this dream

Christine's mom moved across the street from her old house.

I'm experiencing this drama between two girls, one in pink and one in black and a boy in blue. The girl in black seens the girl in pink talking to the boy in my art history class. Pink girl rides her bike on break into a parking lot where girl in black jumps her.

(3307) Suddenly, I don't exist anymore

I'm in my mom's old gold van. I'm fumbling with the radio and the heater. It's snowing. Liz is with me, I'm driving somewhere, meeting up with people.

I'm in this huge elevator, going up with 2 men. I don't know who they are, but they have some relation to the building. It's still snowing outside, I can tell through the glass windows of the elevator, somewhere going up we shoot into another dimension. Things are different here. I'm with Kenneth from 30 Rock, I'm snuggled in blankets I don't know, I'm in an apartment with a TV I don't know. I get up and meet up with people my age that I don't know, but I feel some sort of intimate connection with them to protect them. We walk through tunnels, echoing into a suburban street. It's twilight and the street lamps are just turning on. There's an old house, with junk piled on the old porch and into the lawn and onto the streets. Old cabinets, bags of trash, furniture, everything. The people I'm with want to go inside the house, they think the man that lived there has something they can use, or find evidence that he did something wrong, or held some sort of witchcraft powers.
As they're all on the porch and on his dark dirtied entrance hall sorting through junk. I find a pair of shiny keys in a trash pile in the street. I look at the kids on the porch and look up and see the man who lives there in the window. He sees me too.
I go to tell the kids to get out of the house but suddenly I'm transported into another dimension again. I'm still there screaming at the people to get out of the house, but they can't hear me, things get foggy and blue. I don't exist anymore. I walk around the neighborhood, the elevator I was, I'm in my mom's van again. I just don't exist.

(3307) Chance

Me, Evan and Mama were living in 125 Farwood Road again. We got a young male border collie, his name was Chance. He sat on the landing in the entrance hall on the steps where Paci used to lay. He also sat on the stoop in the front, looking up at us when we looked down at him through the storm door. He was young, slender and full of life. I walked him around Chatham Park Elementary School.

(New School) 1620 Pennington Road, Goodbye Philadelphia

I see the Liberty Place collapsing from a window in Whole Foods. I'm looking straight down the Ben Franklin Parkway from a high window. It's collapsing because it was built with poor architectural support, even though the building was only 20 years old or so. I see me and Evan's 89 Toyota Camry, with Evan driving it, going towards the ruble and the falling building. I panic and call him. No answer. I call him again and he picks up, telling me he's fine.

At Whole Foods, they took me off the schedule. I get upset and leave. The inside of Whole Foods looks like Trader Joes.

I'm on the R100 going towards Norristown. I'm the only one on the train and we're going to pick Evan up from the Beechwood-Brookline stop. Even though Evan pushed the light, the driver goes right past him. I freak out at her and she screams back at me saying we have other people to pick up.

Nonna and Nonna gave Evan and I their house at 1620 Pennington Road. I'm really happy because that means I don't have to pay rent anymore. Nonna said Tom could live with me as well.

Waterfalls

I'm with Abi walking down this creek by the side of this road, it sort of reminds me of Gladwyn. We're jumping off waterfalls together into crystal pools taking photographs of each other perched on rocks. I'm on this one rock at the bottom of a waterfall, I'm posing in the sun. She's taking pictures of me closer and closer until she kisses me. I back away.

I'm in West Philadelphia where all the Italians used to live, around 63rd and Callowhill. I'm in a rowhome and all my extended Italian family is there including Frank.

I go over the Ben Franklin Bridge with Maddey, I tell her what happened with Abi. We stay in an office building that looks like a room with Greek sculptures in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We're going to New York.

my boobala wasn't exposed.

I'm in a little motel on a hill off City Line Avenue, I guess it's sort of near Wissahickon. I'm sharing a room with Tom, John and Eric. It's a famiy owned motel- their little girls are running up and down the green carpeted steps.

I'm working the Front End at Whole Foods Market because the bakery wasn't getting enough customers, but I still have to make sure I do my duties in both the bakery and as cashier. I can't do both.

I'm standing on a hill in a bikini I crocheted myself.

(3307) House of Leaves-esque

There's a cave in the apartment of my basement. Tom, Chris DeSimone, Sammy Greenburg and Chris Cho are with me. As we go down into the cave I can feel the space getting larger and larger even though it's becoming darker. It feels as though I'm walking down a steep highway. Someone has a bright spotlight directing us, I can see pine trees, though I still know we're in a basement. I'm afraid of being first in line and last, I don't know whats out there in the dark. It feels like days venturing down- we finally get to a flight of basement steps and we walk into a basement room decorated with early 20th century furniture and vitamins all across the wooden floors. I can feel gel pills under my feet. We're all amazed that someone would dig that far to have their own private room. We go back up to tell others. They all think it's the new thing to do and go without me, even though it's my apartment.

Ellie the cat finds her way into a vat of gross marinara sauce, I have to bathe her while everyone is exploring

SAFE

Tom wants to date Kendra King. I'm upset, but he points out that I'm dating another boy. This boy is a taller lankier version of Tom with bigger teeth. He says that it's unfair that I have another boyfriend and I shouldn't hold him back from hanging out with Kendra romantically on Monday and Tuesday.



I'm outside my grandparent's old house on Pennington Road in Philadelphia. There's a tunnel made of snow leading from the sidewalk to their doorstep that my grandfather built. Next to the entrance of the tunnel is a sign that says "SAFE". I don't remember crawling through, but suddenly I'm on the other side, melting ice with a garden hose on the floor of the tunnel, this causes the tunnel to collapse.

This forest was once underwater

The forest is grey and green, it's twilight. Tom is standing on a large rock next to some large white branches, though they might be ancient bones of a shark's jaw. This forest may have been underwater at one point in time.

The Schuylkill Ocean

I'm on the porch of my apartment, it's about 7 in the morning and the street looks like Front Street under the El in Kensington. Dark from being under traintracks, busy with cars and people and shops. A middle aged black man comes up and asks me for a dollar. I tell him no. Another black man comes up to the porch with a piece of 8x10 paper decorated similarly to money and asks me to confirm whether it's a real $50 bill or not. I tell him no. A neighbor who lives in my building comes up to the porch from a party from the night before with a half a dozen people. There's too many people on the porch. I back up and scream, "If anyone doesn't live here, get off the porch." The black men leave. My neighbor and his friends stare at me.

I go back into my apartment where I begin to eat oatmeal out of my glasses and blue glass bowls. My neighbor and his friends come into the living room, talking loudly and crowding around. I ask them to leave. When they do, all my bowls and glasses are out on the floor, filled with oatmeal and water, all chipped and leaking. Upset, I go into my room where there's a big TV and I listen to the noise of the television. There's nothing on it, no static or programs, but the noise it makes when it's just On. I'm on break at work and I'm home, I only have a half an hour and I'm trying to figure out how many minutes have actually passed. My mom calls me and tells me to meet up with her because she just got out of a doctors appointment in a building close to mine on Powelton Ave. I tell her I'd like to, but that I have to get back to work.

When I do get back to work, I'm trying to figure out how late I am, because I ended up taking a nap too. I see Chris Pasquerello at work and I ask him to help, but he seems very busy. I see my mom sitting down at a table with Allie Manning and another man asking me to sit down and eat. I tell her I can't and I have to go back to work.

I find Kat, my Assistant Team Leader and ask how much work I missed on my break. We're outside the Philadelphia Museum of Art, in the back, and there's some construction going on. It's related to Whole Foods, either that or some other big company. The Schuylkill River is actually the Schuylkill Ocean and this company that I'm related with is dumping 60 million tons of water into it. When they do, the ocean overflows and flows into the fountains of the art museum and then down the steps. I want to go into the water, but when I do I see it's murky and brown with soil and I don't want to be in it anymore.

"it's a good thing I woke up before they poured the cement in my coffin."

Christopher Montgomery had died of a heart attack. His arteries had clogged from too much scrapple, beer, cheese-its, and goldfish.

I was walking through a forest, half Wissahickon, half the grange near the 125 Farwood house, mourning the death of Christopher. I see his mother, Laurie, she's upset but not crying, her face twisted and wrinkled with sadness.

I go to work, still upset, talking to my co-worker, Jo, about Christopher. My work is half Whole Foods and half Maggie Moo's.

I see Christopher through a doorway. He's missing his glasses and on his face is a look of surprise and confusion.

"I thought you died!"
"I did, but it's a good thing I woke up before they poured the cement in my coffin."
"Do you remember being dead? How was it?"
"I don't remember."
"Do you remember slipping into death while you were still alive?"
"I don't remember."

Take the Dog out of it's Dog Suit.

I'm on a roof of a city house, there's a dog taken out of it's dog suit and put into a wet cardboard box suit. Flimsy unsupportable soggy legs. A tin man robot with the words "Daddy" across his chest. A man with a carrot for a head wearing a suit and a top hat. We're putting the dog in different suits. We finally put him in a Frankenstein suit which fits him well.

I'm in France and The Philadelphia Museum of Art. The sun is coming up and the world is bathed in an orange yellow light. I'm sitting in the lawn near the museum with my co-worker, Erin Riley and another girl. I get up and walk to the end of the street where hundreds of people on rollerblades come up to Eakin's Oval from West River Drive.

curled up like a cat on a chair. I don't sleep.

I'm in a small house, waiting for Tom and Alex Shaffer to show up. There was a murder in the house and the police have blocked off a room. I can't go in there, but I left my backpack in the room. I couple had been killed and mutilated in bathtubs, wrapped in gauze, their flesh and guts seeping through, wet with water and lifeless expressions.

When Tom and Alex got there, I was in pajamas, soaked with the water that was in the bathtubs of the dead couple. I didn't want him to see me.