Shirley McClane and Whoopi Goldberg had guest spots in my dream last night. It was weird. First it started out at night in the Hamptons or some place like that. We were on a beach. Shirley McClane, some other people I couldn't recognize and myself. Sometimes in my dreams the people are faceless. Everything else is in tact. But its as if someone erased their eyes, nose and sometimes mouth. If their smile is important then their mouth would remain.

Shirley had a nice house on the beach with a dock which led out some ways on the water. I think they were having a party or something. I remember walking away and strolling along the dock. I was bored and alone. I leaned over the dock and there was a flash. Everything around me changed and flickered. I was a dock overlooking the Hudson River ... then I was back. Hudson River dock ... back to Shirley McClane's dock. It flickered like that for a while. It wasn't strange to me though and I just stared into open space.

I looked down and noticed this wooden post sticking out of the water. It was thick and then a ways up from the water level there was a sort of ledge ... then the post got thinnner going up. Just like before the flickering happened again. This time a birds nest appeared on the ledge and this really loud chirping sound was coming from it. These large baby sea birds where in the nest. I have no idea what sort of birds. I just assume they were sea birds. They chirped and shrieked. It was pretty loud.

"I was gonna kill 'em y'know."

It was Shirley. She walked over to me. The dream had bad reception again and everything around me flicked back to the Hudson River dock and back to Shirley's dock. I turned my head and my hair grew and blew around my face.

"Yeah," Shirley sighed. "I was gonna kill 'em. They're so damn loud."

She started to cry... "But I just couldn't. I wanted to but I couldn't."

The flicker again. This time we were permanently on the Hudson River dock. I just leaned on the metal rail. The moon was bright. I said nothing to Shirley. Just stared at her while leaning on the rail. Listening to her explain why she couldn't kill the birds. Well ... watching her explain anyway. I was deaf now. I just watched her lips move and occasionally wipe tears away. This older guy appeared and now it was half and half. Half of the Hudson River dock and Half of Shirley's dock.

Luka. I remember hearing that Suzanne Vega song. I dunno exactly what happened but I was back in Caribbean now. There was this guy and we really liked each other. Whoopi was there. I can't remember exactly what happened but I remember being hurt by something she said. Salt and pepper shakers. I remember seeing them. I remember focusing on them. I'm not sure if I was focussed on them or if it was the camera of my dream. A lot of times in my dreams I'm able to see myself moving. Being completely out of my body. Being the camera of the dream.

When Whoopi said whatever she said that got me upset (I still can't remember what but I remember the word 'faggot') .... I stormed out of the house. I just stormed out and shot up in the air. I can fly. I love dreams where I can fly. I flew over trees and saw a friend of mine taking a short cut home. I swooped down and flew backwards while talking to her. Sorta just hovering there. I was barefoot ... then I had sneakers on ... then barefoot again. It flickered on and off every now and then just like it did with the dock.

I was watching myself fly ... meaning I wasn't in my body. One minute I had bright, white wings ... the next ... I didn't. That flickered on and off too. I left my friend and continued flying. Nowhere to really go. Just flying slowly over the trees. I kept hearing someone sing Luka. They were in the bushes. I couldn't see the person but they just kept singing it. I flew closer to the ground, trying to see them ... I couldn't. I just kept hearing the song.