(6/10/06) full of shit; a spaceship; monster in the cuckoo clock; one thing i can't miss

(Entered in paper journal at 9:51 AM at Starbucks on 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I kept on shitting until the toilet bowl was full of a putrid, yellow-tan shit.

Dream 2

A spaceship.

Dream 3

A monster that sprang out of some structure like a cuckoo clock, except huge. It was a wooden, hollow skeleton of a dragon, made of beautiful wood, and with melty, fiery features. I was terrified as it plunged toward me.

Dream 4

It was daytime. I was in a car that was driving in the desert, down a dirt road that was somehow also not like a dirt road. I don't know who drove. I sat in a front seat, so I could look back to see my coworkers BS and ES. We were heading down into a canyon.

BS told me in a rude way that my job was to look for one thing in particular, perhaps a small bird. He said something like, "I don't want to hear how this or that is so amazing. I've already seen it. I already know."

But as we drove into the beautiful, vast canyon, just around a corner, the walls became widely visible. Stuck into the walls were enormous machines that looked like building-sized intercoms or air-conditioners. On the ground before the structures were heaps of rubble and mangled-looking, complex processing-style structures. My breath was taken away.

BS just said, "Electricity." I knew he meant, "I've seen it before. I don't care. It's worthless."

We drove now along some hex-style stone-cobble path in the canyon.

It must have been raining. The path was slick and a little scattered with mud. The sky was grey.

I saw a little bird like a roadrunner.

I wondered if I had missed the big thing BS was looking for and whether I hadn't been stupid to listen to BS about it in the first place.