March 2, 2004
Only a few images and fragments remain in memory from what I believe was another long night of active dreaming.
The most vivid dream memory: I was in a shopping mall (not one I recognize from reality) and somehow knew that bipedal robots (sort of like the skeletal ones with red eyes and gleaming skulls in the Terminator films) were en route to attack me and the other patrons. One of them came barreling around a corner. I tossed some sort of grenade-like explosive at it and fled in the other direction. I was stuck in some sort of loop where I re-enacted this scene over and over with different outcomes; once, for example, the explosive bounced back toward me, and I scooped it up and quickly re-threw it. Another time, I was fleeing down a corridor in the mall with other patrons (with the robots in pursuit), and for some reason I handed like seven dollars in cash to the person next to me.
I also recall something about a dream that took place at night near Hollywood Boulevard (I think near Vine and Yucca Street). There was some sort of shrine built out of plastic bottles and photos there, and John Ritter (though he’s dead in reality) appeared and threw a temper tantrum and kicked pieces of this shrine down toward Hollywood Boulevard. I was standing up the block observing; I’m not sure why he was so pissed off or what exactly the shrine represented.