The panda rapist tried to get my in dreams last night

This image is part of my sleeping series. Gary and I stayed in the San Carlos Hotel in downtown Phoenix for a few nights in summer of 2005. It’s rumored to be haunted but we didn’t see any ghosts. Marilyn Monroe also stayed there when it was a glamorous hip hotel back in the day. There is a Marilyn room, but it was booked. I document my globe-trotting adventures with pinholes of myself (and gary) sleeping in hotel rooms, friends living rooms, parents couches….
It’s an ongoing series, I never feel ready to show the whole series, but when I do, it will be beautiful.

Last night I went to bed early, like 8:30pm early. My brain is working too hard lately. I’m full of thoughts and ideas and I’m exhausting myself. If I could get a hold of my brother to see how my website is progressing, I think that would help. I feel like all these incredible things are about to happen, it will be like the fireworks grand finale every single day, once a few things are taken care of. All of these thoughts must be why I had such bizarre dreams last night.

All I have to say is, don’t mess with my car or you will be sorry.

I made Gary walk to my car with me this morning because I was weary of the ‘panda rapist’. What? Don’t you know who that is? Quite honestly, I don’t either. I had a bizarre dream last night. I walked to my car and there was a CD on my windshield. It was titled ‘panda rapist will kill you’. I played the CD and it was people screaming and obviously it was a recording of people being killed. The rest of my dream was like a movie, a partially black and white, partially color film with wild 60′s style music. I was being chased and all the signs were there, dark parking lots, a blanket in my back seat hiding the panda rapist, cautious peeking around corners…. it was crazy… he never did get me, but I’m positive that is only because I awoke.

I had another dream. I was living in a beautiful large house. My mom was there and so was Gary. It was 2am in the morning and I needed to run an errand. I walked outside, and noticed my car was gone. At first I didn’t suspect that I had a stolen vehicle case on my hands, I thought I forgot where I parked. After walking up and down the street, I realized that it had indeed been stolen. The house next door to us was dirty and ghetto and loud noises were coming from the back yard. I peeked in a crack and saw the tires and VW emblem of my car. I realized they had stolen my car and took it apart. The tires were standing upright, like they would on a car, except there was no car there. Just magical standing upright tires with the rims still intact.
I went back to my place told my mom and gary what happened. Then the next scene is a blur, but somehow the old lady that lived next door came over and I jumped her. I was beating her to a bloody pulp, except there was no blood… I was dragging her around the living room floor. I was throwing her against walls, I was jumping on her, I was trying her arms in knots. THE WHOLE TIME I was doing this, I was on the phone with the cops, telling them about my car and what happened. They wanted me to stay on the line until backup arrived. Every time I thought they had hung up on me I would say ‘hello’ and they would respond. The last time I said ‘hello’ I was having a hard time keeping the old lady down, and the cop said, they are right outside your door… and then BAM! Cops busted into my apartment and saved me! and I got my car back….

Yes, those were my dreams last night… welcome to my world.