So let’s see… Yesterday I bought two new Philip K. Dick books that I can’t wait to devour: The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, and Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said. This is part of my ongoing bid to read his entire catalog. After I get through these, I will have five under my belt and a million more to go.

A couple days ago we rented Undercover Brother, which although it had a few funny moments, really cried out to be completely re-written. Speaking of movies with a couple good parts and a vast need of “taking it back to the drawing board,” I also saw Aliens vs. Predator yesterday. I mean, it was exactly what you’d expect of a slapped together movie about battling extraterrestrials. But damn, if they’d just have spent more time on the screenplay, it could have been really awesome. A much better more fun monster vs. monster movie that I saw in the past year was Freddy vs. Jason. Underworld was cool too, I thought. And since we’re on the topic of monster movies, I saw a preview yesterday for one called “Shaun of the Dead” which is supposed to be some kind of British zombie comedy. It actually looks really good, but we’ll see… Also saw a preview for Hero, which I’m so stoked about finally coming to the big screen. That movie goddamn rules. Alas, there was no date offered for when it would be getting here.

What the hell else… hm. Oh, I had several dreams during my drunken slumber last night which involved a subway/light-rail which ran down a river. Like, there weren’t any tracks, it just went right down the middle of the river. And I remember waiting on these rickety rusted out platforms in order to catch it. But it wouldn’t precisely stop, and you had to like run and jump on it when it passed by you.

Also, there was this one dream that seemed sort of significant. Me and a bunch of other people were at this weird old sort of settlement or compound of buildings or something, which had obviously been built and rebuilt (poorly) over the past hundred years. An old man lived there, and greeted us on a rocking chair on the porch. He was somebody we knew. We walked around and I don’t know what else. At some point, I put my head inside this one open window to look into the room inside. And this hatchet which was suspended there on a nail pivoted down and almost lopped my head off. But I somehow reacted quickly enough to avoid it. Then I was telling these other people in the group about what had happened. And my “dad” in the group pulled out this old-fashioned tape recorder and made me tell the story of what had happened into it. And he was going to use the story to like teach a class or give a lecture or write an article or something. But then he made me re-tell the story again in more detail onto another tape he put in. I don’t really get why. The tape was not blank though, and I had to record over some other thing. And I could hear it, was the weird part. Eventually the sound on the tape as I was recording over it became the sound of the audience’s (presumably of the lecture which my “dad” was going to give based on it) response to my telling of this story. I only got halfway through before I stopped for some reason and refused to proceed. Oh, I forgot another section of the dream/story, wherein I was simultaneously seeing out of my own eyes, but also out the eyes of my “mother” who was actually the mother of an ex-girlfriend. And the same thing that happened to me with the hatchet in the window happened also to her. And something else, something with a rocking chair. I don’t know exactly. It all seems so indistinct now. But at the time it seemed pretty important, especially since the whole story repeated itself in various forms 4 different times - with it happening to me, to my “mom” and then the two re-tellings into the tape.

Then after that, I had one final dream about this river train. In the dream were actress Lori Loughlin, who played Uncle Jesse’s girl on tv’s Full House, and now stars in the WB’s Summerland. Anyway, her and this guy were on this river train, and had to get out of it, but it wasn’t stopping. It may also have been sinking. So she throws out her arm (I think this part of the dream I saw from her perspective), and she’s holding this like ice pick or something, which she snags on a branch on the edge of the river. They then pull themselves from the train onto the shore. It is raining very heavily and they need to seek shelter in the woods. Perspective shifts and I’m back in my own body. And I suggest putting together a lean-to of some sort out of like logs and things. So we get ready to do that, but then up on this one ridge, we find these maybe three or four preassembled shelters. They are almost like tents, except they are much older and obviously abandoned and ripped up. They aren’t fully enclosed (like a lean to), but are enclosed enough to cover us from the rain, and provide a semi-dry place to sleep out the rest of the storm.