Dreams – 5-6-78

I went to school and couldn't find my locker. So me and Jim and some others skipped school. We went downtown and sat by a guy's store until he told us to leave. Then I went into a big building and went up the elevator. We went so fast that we passed the speed of light and went into the future. We heard a lady's voice over a loudspeaker and ran for the elevator. But when we got to he bottom a man told us there was nothing we could do. We were stuck in the future.

End of POW Notebook

Note: I have come to the end of journal entries in my 1977/1978 POW (Principles of Writing) high school journal. The last thing in the notebook is this list of "journal ideas" which I'll post here. Next, I will post notebook journals I can find, in the order they were written. They are few and far between for awhile, but what I seem to have a lot of, coming up, are depictions of dreams.

Journal Ideas

Time

Space

Life

Love

Happiness

Depression

Beer

Music

How Animals Think

Heaven (and Animals) Dogs

Communication

Restaurants (Giving too too much) Nice and Fast Food

Cars

Greed

Backpacking

Trips

Phony (in Dress)

Fakeness

Rock Music Awards

Bottle Rockets

Kidnapping Myself

Cryptic Message

Steely Dan

Books

Leg-hold Traps

Movie Ideas

Comedy Ideas

Insane Shit

Monday, January 16, 1978

We went into the mall and it was boring as shit. Now Agsten is snow driving and doing doughnuts all over hell. Yeah I'm on drugs, what do you think. It's better than being home. Triumvirat's new album is a classic album I've determined because, OH SHIT [words illegible] we made it – left onto 250 off Hull is a bitch. I rather be where I am than home doing homework like some assholes. “Smart people are people who are dumb enough to go home and study every night.” Study your time away, you better watch out there may be days [words illegible] Peg... you see it all in 3-D, it's your favorite foreign movie. Circle Track. I'm a swell football player. We shall scrimp and save...

Sunday, January 15, 1978

They were good enough to go up from the bar, oh, we saw a terrible nasty looking scurveee walking down the street and he almost got Ag in a wreck because he was staring at him. He looked like a water rat that was wringed out with grease. Oh, at the Winery the dude went up to the shop and got me some yeast. Then Ag played “My Generation” sung by Patti Smith, twelve times on the juke box, and we couldn't stand to listen to the whole thing once and we left. I hope they like it!

Saturday, January 14, 1978

This way. We are at Burger King getting munchies. And this person who is waiting on us, “Wait, there is a weird noise emitting from the side of the building [words illegible]. What a disappointment! Now I will munch! I got a scurvy Fish sand and spilled tarter sauce on my journal. Here it is [there is an arrow pointing to a stain on the page] Shit. That's nasty stuff. Awhh, goddammit, shit. [words illegible] Hey, has anyone seen my legs. We went to the Winery and that place is bad as hell.

Friday, January 13, 1978

This. It's probably because I am not falling asleep like I was while writing the other journal entries Friday night while experiencing X's in scientific notation. We decided to make part of my movie in Bechtel's basement, with weird things happening such as plants grabbing dudes and fists coming out of posters and I am really cooking now! Even (OK [words illegible]) a bicycle going into a poster and driftwood “wonder what Losey was doing.” “Wanna go to the mall first” said Randy, because Ag “put it in low and just slid.” We are going to the mall on weird roads. There is a van right behind us and it looks like Coker's. Now it is a Roesch truck. “Look at that fucker [words illegible]!” We are just going to the [words illegible].

Tuesday, January 10, 1978

Well, tonight we had much fun. We went sledding and had much fun. We had fun sledding. It was a lot of fun and we surfed a lot too. I went down hill the very [words illegible] to the ramp and went over it and cracked up [words illegible]. After sledding [words illegible] and we went to Pizza Hut and they would not wait on us so we got pizza and [words illegible] the place. We would of [words illegible] the place anyway, but we had much fun doing things like [words illegible].

Monday, January 9, 1978

This is the last week of writing in this journal. I am writing it all on the three day weekend when I am in a condition to do so. After this I may still write in the Journal, but only when I really feel like it and have something to say. Tonight (Friday) we are going sledding, I hope, the weather looks good and like we came home from sledding and I am home now. And I am experiencing 10X no 15X. No I am feeling much better and [several words are illegible] to 20X. I think.

Sunday, January 8, 1978

Some other people also came over. First Marty, Curt, and Kevin B___ came over and brought some Millers. I was told Curtis also took two 714's, once while he was there. He was trying to play ping pong with Rick and he kept falling over. He completely wiped out a couple of tables. Mike's cousin Don, and Matt also came. Don ate a cigar, and they both looked at Hustler. Geisler drove over with Dave B___, Kim K___, Connie K___, and Pete G___. They were drinking Labatt's. B___ went in the bathroom and puked in the sink and Mike made him wash it out with his hands. People were driving Geisler's car all over, and he ended up staying all hight, as did Hahn, who came at about 1:30. We didn't go to sleep until very late, Ag left at 3:30, I went to sleep upstairs at 4. At 5, still not asleep, Geisler, Kidd, Fresch, and Hahn drove to Frisch's for breakfast. I woke up at 10 and could not talk because of all the singing I was doing during “The Real Me.”

Saturday, January 7, 1978

A lot of weird things happened. Kidd ripped off a bottle of Black Velvet from Bechtel's friends' car in front of the house. He said it was his but Mike didn't believe him and checked. When he found out the truth, he and Jones tied up Kidd and threw him outside. Later they were trying to let him go and Mike hit his hands with a stick and Ag almost killed him, trying to let him go and untie him. Then Kidd wanted to be saved, so we forgave him and I came up later and looked in the bathroom and saw Kidd with his shirt off, looking in the mirror, and with a picture of Jesus on the sink. Later Kidd recovered, no one got in trouble, and we all still had fun.

Friday, January 6, 1978

Our sound system was quite adequate, too. I brought over my receiver and speakers and cassette deck. Ag brought his receiver and speakers. We hooked the receivers together with Y-jacks, and even though it didn't sound as good as a 70 watt amp, it did sound awful good. We also hooked up Mike's turntable, and we played both records and tapes. The sound from the four corner speakers completely surrounded you, and Ag also brought his headphones if you wanted to freak out. The song that sounded best was “The Real Me,” and Ag was playing that and he kept starting it over. We played it about 7 times including midnight, and we played it at high volume with the strobe light on. We would go crazy and dance around and play guitar and jump over stuff all during the song. I was completely exhausted.