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1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war

December 29, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

We were flying from Alameda to Los Angeles in a plane that was designed more like a long conference room. I knew one person on the flight (Jonah) and had made acquaintanceship with two of his friends earlier in the day on a group outing at a museum of miniatures. Jonah and his friends sat together at an upholstered booth around a game table. I was several rows behind surrounded by famous, imaginary rappers. I had a good view of […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: airplane, Alameda, dreams, los angeles, rappers

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twice

July 26, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I’ve dreamt about Sunset Campout taking place on a different kind of beach, one with a celadon ocean stretching so far the end surely sees another season…probably winter…probably with snow. There are always cathedral shaped rocks jaggedly arching out of the ocean, colliding with the sky. They remind me of the ones in Northern Spain, though I’ve never been. And in my dreams there is space; I never dream about the cramped campouts I’ve come to know. Matthew was famous in this […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, dream diary, Dream Journals

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3D Thursday: Dentist

April 10, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

There was this hallucination going around in the morning. A contagious one that I was the first to catch. It made me think I was at the dentist. Latex fingers stretched my mouth open and my mouth proved that it could even be more gigantic. I was under the utmost control as the hygienist plotted her next scrape. It was difficult for me to see anything. I couldn’t open my eyes nearly as wide as my mouth…and I tried…HARD. For a second I succeeded […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: dental hygienist, dentist, Dream

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jeff goldblum is anton levey pt 1

August 5, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I was in his neighborhood and dropped by unannounced. His home was different. The warm minimalism I had gotten used to was absent. This home was a stomach that had been fed royal colored velvets, ornately carved and gilded furniture, flocked wallpaper, crystal, and stained glass. This new environment didn’t change him, though. He was still the man with a fitted button down tucked into jeans atop suede loafers. Designer everything but not a designer name to be seen. He […]

Categories: slumber, Uncategorized • Tags: Dream, dream diary, subconcious

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worth describing

July 14, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

The sky was swollen with thick Farrow and Ball Down Pipe clouds. The sky was so packed with them they couldn’t even move. The only thing capable of drifting was my gaze. I looked up towards the top of the hill to size up the hike. It was anything but smooth. There was no sunlight. The tread on my shoes was already worn out from the numerous hikes that came before. The only pleasure I could find in getting up […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: castle, Dream, Farrow and Ball, flood, friends, short story

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the kennedys

April 22, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

He was absolutely gone. I had only seen him remotely like this once or twice before and it was nothing in comparison. I’m not sure what he had taken, but it resulted in him wearing one silver plated tooth and being filmed for an interview. “Tell me about your life’s highlights.” “Titaaaaaays. TIT-aaaaaaays.” His voice was so slurred I heard “the kennedys”, but as “the kennuhdaaaaays.” He continued on, “Mooing, ‘cuz those TITaaaaaays. Milk bottles. Love milk bottles. Love everything […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, drunk, high, straight edge, The Kennedys

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i dream of Portland

April 17, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I have a trip to Portland coming up in a couple of weeks and this morning I dreamt about it.   It was a desert in the dream, and not one of those music video empty sand deserts, but a succulent rich desert — the kind you find at your local botanical garden. I was looking for a place to stay and there was a plot of land with a cluster of tents on it, across the street from a […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, El Pollo Loco, ipad, Portland, sex, succulents

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dream

March 29, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

It was a very typical “I’m the neighborhood” work day and I dropped in. “Just come on in,” he texted. The door was open. I did. There was no one; the house was silent. Even the four-legged doorbell was missing. A gorgeous day called for outside exploration. This was a different house. It was my uncle’s in Pico Rivera; the house we lived in for a year while they made regrettable life changes in Las Vegas. It had a front […]

Categories: slumber, stories • Tags: boner, caramel, creative writing, dreams, short story

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b & w with veins revised: house of matriarch BLACKBIRD

December 19, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. Frozen in time, we embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw his face; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his long wool military […]

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black with white veins

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. We were frozen in time, embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw him; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his wool peacoat was […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, marble, New York, subconscious

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