Author: Cee

I was in a car tunnel somewhere, documenting a prank with Rob Cockerham (of cockeyed.com) and one of his female assistants. I think it had something to do with a prize car, and pirates treasure. We were on the walk-through part of it, where there was a chair and a bunch of copies of paper. I have no idea what was written on them, even though I was the one who made them. They were written in script, however, dirtied up, and had 1$USD taped onto the back.

His assistant and I both started taking pictures. The only thing I remember seeing through my viewfinder was an eye, or my face on a giant wall- smiling and talking.

Rob mentioned something about being sorry that he missed my arguement with the universe. I think that’s what I was seeing through the viewfinder.

I was being held by police at some college. I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I had been near another person who was arrested. Eventually Sarah came in and explained things te the police and I was allowed to go. I walked over to my parents, and they were holding some things that Sarah had given them. Some rollerblading stuff, a blanket, and candles she had been given as both good and bad awards somewhere. Mom said she would mail them to me, except I took the blanket right away. On my way out the door I ran up to Sarah and hugged her and thanked her. After I had left, she called me back and introduced her friend Dave to me, she hugged me and I tried figuring out what was weird about the name. She had the same full name as one of my friends, and her name was Dave.

Outside, I stumbled around with my bags and my blanket. Eventually getting lost in the woods, where afew people helped me roll my things up rather messily. I yelled at a car to back up and drive around, since it stopped on my blankets and was just looking around, confused. Me and some girl helped me finish it up. I tried finding some bark that 05/work well as string, but she said I could get piss the trees off and then they’d eat me. I stood back and stopped, instead watching a cat trying to catch a living furby looking thing. It caught it right as it jumped off the wall. The cat then climbed another wall which had lots of little furbys inside it with their heads barely peeking out. They grabbed and held the cat as the furby in its claws got loose and then they all began to eat the cat.

Then I was in some sortof native African tribe, as one of 3 white people. I was grabbing bananas like Donkey Kong 64 on ropes and vines, and then went to get food. They had afew working vending machines in a back corner, where I saw the other 2 white people eating breakfast. I got coffee, and a bowl of wheat cerial. It cost me over 10$USD, which after some back and fourth arguing, was because of the coffee.

I was then out canoeing with Andy in a long, shallow river. He had told me his camera was broken, but when we got out to see what was going on with some people, he grabbed it out of his pocket after seeing a white horse running around.

I had driven home from some pirg thing that was going on in NY. I had planned to take care of Peter, work a bit, and head back. Peter and I went to McDonalds and I bought him food, and insulted the guy at the window for smoking. On the way back, I realized that it was 11, and I needed to be in NY by 12, and got worried. Deciding not to take a shower, I just sped like crazy. Speed-walking back from the car there was a girl next to me who was humming and singing I Want You Back, by the Jackson 5. I commented on this and told her how I’d be listening to them quite a bit on my way to NY. She smiled at me and asked where I was going, which after much thought, I couldn’t remember. She mentioned afew towns, none familiar, and then got caught up in another crowd concerned with a tick. She keeled over and died as a huge bug came flying out of the grass.

I was trying to read some note that was written on my brothers bedroom wall. It looked like a letter I had written to my friend Becca. It struck me odd that I addressed it to her full name. It was dated August of what looked like 2001, and had (among other things) the big shoe Jim made for sculpture class on the wall with some sort of meaning. I wasn’t able to actually read more than her name, since Cherie kept interrupting me about some other art piece that seemed vaguely familiar.

I woke up when I realized that I had to get to my final meeting with my sculpture professor, and was late.

Two guys brought me to the movie theater, I was making fun of them for some reason or another. I walked up along the side stairs to get in, and pushed both of the buttons on the wall. One opened up an employees room and set off the security alarm, the other opened te door to get inside. When I got inside, two security guards mistook me for a girl, and told me to stand infront of a mirror.