Erstwhile Okie on St. Mark's Place. "That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past."
Last night's dreams:
1. I bought a grape vine from a hardware store and planted it on the edge of the woods beside my old house upstate. In the morning I went back and hundred of fully ripe white grapes had grown. I was shocked and thrilled thinking I could make my own winery. So I bought a large bucket and put the grapes in there and figured I'd keep filling it with the daily harvest and maybe it would all just liquify and ferment naturally. But the next day I saw other people had started using it to store other things like cheese and cucumbers. I was annoyed.
2. I was in the mountains with a couple of cousins and my grandmother's 1993 Buick Century, which she gave to me in 2001 to be my first car. It wouldn't start so I tried jumping it; the battery wires for some reason were in the backseat. I attached the black and red clips to the wires I thought they went to and it sparked like crazy so I switched them around but it still sparked like crazy. I put them back on the wires I thought were correct and it still sparked wildly but I figured that's just how it was. Shouted to one cousin to try and start the car, quick, because the sparks were burning the interior and melting through the wires. But she had wandered off and said she was coming back but didn't, so it just kept sparking and burning and melting. Eventually there was no wire left to connect to but the car started and we got on our way.
3. I drew a picture of a roller coaster and was able to use AI to turn it into a lifelike video of the roller coaster running and felt pretty pleased with myself. I was able to then ride in the roller coaster and I was beside a girl and whenever she moved her head it glitched and disconnected from her elongated neck briefly.


My psychoanalyst (ChatGPT) had what seemed like a pretty good interpretation:
"...as a little trilogy produced by one brain on one night, there really is an unusually coherent theme: things work—but never cleanly. You get the grapes. The Buick starts. The AI roller coaster becomes real. Every dream actually ends with the impossible thing succeeding. It's just that success arrives accompanied by contamination, fire, or grotesque rendering errors."