ENJOY PAVAOLI

DREAM TIME.

Ok, I can't recall most of my second time sleeping's dreams, but I do know that one involved Jeff living at Target. You see, for some reason, Target was located in this supergigantic shopping mall located smack-dab in downtown Chicago, and around Christmas time, workers had to actually live at the mall so they could get more things done. So I went and lived in his small apartment with him, which was small room with two beds that looked exactly like target does -- white tile on the floors, big panel lights in the ceiling, you know -- that's how we lived. Although most of this dream goes by without my remembering, the last thing I recall is hanging out down on the main floor on Christmas Eve morning, when the shopping mall was about to open, looking at one of those little display carts that sell people novelty shit like Beanie Babies and mugs and shirts with Dale Earnhardt on them, when the workers opened the doors and the rush of parents into the mall to buy shit was so great that it was like a large wave of water had picked me up and hurled my toward one of the walls so fast that I exploded on contact with the wall.


NOW, that was the dream that I just had a while ago. I did, though, wake up last night at 1AM and have some Jack Daniels before going back to bed (friends were drinking, so I joined them for a while, but only had one double shot), and I had a rather crazy dream before that.

This one goes somewhat like the MINES OF THE DEAD trailer. An entire dream preceded it whereby a small claymation girl solves the mystery of some Scream like killer brutally slaughtering her classmates and turning them into the cafeteria food. It was a really, really gruesome dream, although I only remember bits and pieces of it. What I recall most vividly is, after the girl had solved the dream, she's in her house. It's dark outside, and she feels safe in her knowledge that she's finally solved this little murder case and everybody is safe. She's about to go to bed when she decides she needs to go downstairs for a glass of water. She leaves her room, walking down her hallway to the stairs. Between she and the stairs, though, there is a large throw rug on the ground, and as the little goofy-looking claymation girl strolls over the carpet, she falls through it into a shaft that leads into her basement. The girl then falls hard into a big tin funnel, so hard that the crash sound's like a hand gun report. The tin funnel has large metal devices inside of it that cut her up as she falls in, and, as in a film, as she hits the funnel, we cut away quickly to two shots of various parts of this big meat-machine and it's tubes as her blood and bits smack against the machine. Then it cuts to a shot of one of those, like, play-dough machine looking things that, as you press the play-dough through the nozzle, it comes out in little strings on the other end, only it's red and flesh-coloured. Through out the various tubes you can see the mixture of this clay, supposedly the flesh of various other small claymation children, through tiny little glass windows.

Over this image of the clay coming out onto a plate, another 1970's-like title appears over the scene, telling me to "ENJOY PAVAOLI." Pavaoli, I'm assuming, is like a mix between Pasta and Ravioli. But I'm not sure. It's just what my dream said.