Dreams
November 01, 2008 / Saturday
Sing A Song For Dish Soap Sandwich Spread
They opened up a new giant fancyish supermarket near the Santa Clara office, right on the corner of Kifer and Lawrence. I noticed it on my way home one day.
This was an exciting find for me. I love supermarkets! I thought about how this meant Albertson's would now get less business from me. (In retrospect, this made no sense, since Albertson's is Lucky now and I really only hit Safeway on my way home from that office anyhow.) I went in inside.
I wandered around. This place was big, new, shiny. As I rounded a corner I saw a looong line of women along the largest red meat section I'd ever seen. At the front of the line, there was a lady on a microphone. She was singing. Huh?
The next lady in line came to the front. She asked the lady with the microphone a question.
"What should I put on my sandwiches to dress them up?"
The lady in the microphone burst into song as she reached for a product that looked like a giant squeeze bottle of lemon dish soap. She sang about citrus flavors, and how raspberry was available in the red bottles next to it.
The lady who asked the question looked unconvinced. In the meantime, a couple other shoppers came running up and grabbed bottles of dish soap sandwich spread from the display.
And then Aaron got out of bed and woke me up.
09:24 AM | Dreams| Comments (1)
April 05, 2008 / Saturday
Pickup Truck Poster Bed
I wasn't going to write much about my dream with the kid that ended up under my car, but when I was describing it to Aaron earlier I realized that my brain had done some sort of weird pun swap on me.
So before the kid decided to hop off and get run over, he was bouncing up and down on the bed of a pickup truck in front of me on the freeway. But this was not a normal pickup truck bed; it was actual bed, like the kind you find in a bedroom. In fact, it was a poster bed, and he stood there holding one of the columns and smiled at me before hopping in front of my car.
I pulled off the road and looked under my car. He was folded, but not bloody, yet very decidedly dead. I later visited his parents' home, and when they opened the door there was a courtyard full of poster beds with kids bouncing on them. I guess that's why they weren't too concerned about transporting the kid that jumped off in such a dangerous manner; lots of supply!
Writing about this makes it seem more ridiculous and less real. Good. I needed that.
09:49 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
March 18, 2008 / Tuesday
Dining On Dim Sum, Playing With Matches
I was walking to middle school this morning, when I got a call from the people I was working for. I needed to detour and meet them for some secret files. So I did, and then got sent to some sort of conference that bored me because I didn't care for the topic and don't really like to collect pens. In the middle of the building, however, was the break area. Free dim sum! Savory taro cakes, an assortment of buns, and barbeque pork and bok choy bread bakes (they were assembled from the previous day's leftovers). I tried one of everything. Yums.
Then I was on the run for blowing something up. I hate being chased. Eventually, I got sick of running and just went to the detective's home. I was hanging out in the living room when he walked in. "I'm here," I said cheerily, as I held my arms out for cuffs. He didn't cuff me, and instead headed back out to find my partner in crime. I got bored, so I threw a bunch of white matchhead matches into a bucket and lit them. They sparkled. Pretty! Then I took his SUV out for a drive. There was a busy open air market nearby, and I had to take care not to knock over any patrons on barstools along the street.
Blink blink.
09:42 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
March 06, 2008 / Thursday
The Sky Is Falling
The world was ending, and I needed to leave. My dad took me to the airport and waited with me for my flight, but just before it was time to board the local mountaintops started erupting. They spewed rock upward into the sky; it was beautiful, until the rocks started hitting us. We ran back into the terminal, where I searched for a helmet for my dad, but it seemed there were helmets available only for the kids. I thought about stealing one off a kid's head for my dad, but before it came to that the eruption ended.
I grabbed my bag and fetched my phone. It had wigged out during the rock eruption, but I was able to restart it after several tries. My sister was there now, and I think I said something to her about meeting up with dad. I went outside, where I saw a teammate who was trying to get on the same flight. She was having trouble with her reservation now because she had a connecting flight to New York (from Boston, as we were flying to Boston), and the airline was booting passengers off that flight to make room for a soccer team that wanted to get home.
I called the number for the airline's customer service at that airport, and was told I could come on in. I walked into the building in front of me and talked to one of the restaurant chefs, who doubled as the customer service representative. We chatted about sleep strategies on overseas flights, he gave me some blueberry cheesecake, looked up some information about my flight, and handed it to me in a ticket envelope. Whatever he had written was a secret; I wasn't allowed to look at it until after I left. The cheesecake was tasty.
Back at my parents house, I called the airline (from the downstairs phone in the kitchen) to see if they were ever going to rebook me for my flight. Why would I need to get on a flight to Boston if I was already there? Beats me.
08:31 AM | Dreams| Comments (1)
February 02, 2008 / Saturday
Bathroom Organizer
I dreamt this morning that I organized my bathroom. I found some mountable plastic thingy with a spot for every bathroom item I owned. It was very exciting.
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January 31, 2008 / Thursday
As If Madeline Albright Wasn't Scary Enough Already
I think I had my first clown nightmare last night. This clown (think Madeline Albright, but shorter and dumpier, although this clown wasn't based on her) had Sylar-like powers and wanted to kill me with a bazillion stainless steel shears the way Sylar "killed" Peter Petrelli in season 1 of Heroes. (Well, sort of, except that it would have left me looking like a back-to-front stainless steel shears version of The Ex Knife Holder.) She had somehow gotten into my car and was sitting in the passenger's seat. I got out and ran upstairs, where I tried to explain to my mom what was going on, but I don't think the urgency of the situation really got through to her. Then I woke up. I jumped out of bed, turned the lights on, and hopped on the computer to try to get something else into my head. It wasn't so much the flying shears that freaked me out; rather, it was the image of the short dumpy Madeline Albright clown I needed to shake.
Madeline Albright: 400 pound leg presser, telekinetic shear thrower, and scary clown extraordinaire.
12:41 PM | Dreams| Comments (2)
January 22, 2008 / Tuesday
Gigantic Fish Head Banquet
This morning, I attended some big school (Berkeley, methinks, since my lab advisor was there) banquet buffet with my family. The seating was a never-ending outdoor picnic bench, and the food was laid out in several rows inside half of a Chinese grocery store. How did I know it was a Chinese grocery store? Because they sold gigantic fish heads in the back corner. These things were seriously huge, about the size of three watermelons each. My grandma was there, presiding over the fish heads and joking with some of the people nearby. My grandpa was at the front of the store, standing* behind a podium. I stopped to chat with him about the screaming deal of a house he thought I should buy.
I left the banquet to take care of loan paperwork. I was all set to bid on the house, until I realized it was in Outer Sunset, a block south of my aunt's place. No way was I going to buy a house in a fog bank! I didn't care that the asking price was $130,000; I'd rather pay several times more to live someplace sunny. So much for that.
* It sure would be nice if my grandpa could still stand.
12:55 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
January 19, 2008 / Saturday
My Little Pony
Last night's dream involved hanging out with a beige Clydesdale at some permanent carnival type place. It was silly like me and we went around the carnival and played all sorts of games. It was my best friend. Frolic, frolic! Me and My Little Pony. :)
Finally, a happy dream... sort of. I didn't meet My Little Pony until after spending FOREVER looking for parking. I was unhappy about how far out we had to park, so I when I came across the pony I decided to bring it out, look for a better parking space, and make the pony hold the space for me until I could bring the car over. Anyway...
I also had a dream that involved some crazy spaceship thing with lots of bright white-blue thrusters zooming in circles overhead. As with the rescue helicopter flying practice passes upside down 10 feet over a dream building a couple nights ago, I tried to take pictures. The pictures never come out perfect, but I'm at least able to document the crafts.
Too bad those pictures exist only in my head. The aircraft in my dreams are cool.
12:11 PM | Dreams| Comments (2)
What's Up, Me?
I've been having all sorts of strange dreams this week. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I haven't felt quite... right. I feel like my body isn't balanced somehow. Balanced, in that chemical sense. How can I tell? My entire head is breaking out. Ouch.
The dreams. They are so strange. Liquids that melt wrenches and then come to eat you in your sleep if you don't keep them in sealed containers. Some woman at the hospital walking behind me who had no reflection, and then somehow was only a reflection, looking at me from the other side of a mirror. I forgot the other eight crazy sequences, but they all had the same theme: uneasiness, uneasiness, uneasiness.
What will sleep bring tonight? And when will my head stop breaking out? It hurts!
12:26 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
December 21, 2007 / Friday
Don't Forget To Commit!
Me, rambling at Aaron about the dream I just had:
- There were these Transformer like robots.
- One of them was a fighter jet.
- And it was after my robot.
- Which was a glass mug.
- And we found the database that keeps all the robots.
- And the mug deleted the fighter jet.
- But then it came back.
Aaron:
- Did you not do a commit?
Me, with a lightbulb over my head:
- NO!!!
- The last line on the screen after we left was a rollback!
- And then the fighter jet row came back!
Aw, poor glass mug bot.
01:18 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
November 12, 2007 / Monday
Shipwreck!
I was at the train station with my mom, and between connections she wanted to find a bathroom. We went down a level to where they had a couple single person ones. We waited briefly, and then it was her turn.
While I waited, I found myself on a boat. A big wooden boat out in the sea. The swells were huge! I got tossed twenty feet straight in the air, during which time I twisted a 360 for a full view of everything around the boat. Nothing but water. I hoped that I'd land in the spot from which I launched, and I did. Phew!
Next came rolly waves from the side. A big one hit us and the boat did a full upside down roll to the right. I was afraid I'd fall out, but for some reason my feet remained planted to the deck. I hoped that that meant my mom was still okay in the bathroom. Centrifugal force, please have kept whatever was in the toilet in the toilet!
I looked port side and saw a weird stream of water jet toward the front of the boat from an angle. The next thing I knew, the boat was starting a backward somersault. I knew we weren't going to make it out of this one intact. "Darn it," I thought, "I can't swim that well yet!" Then, blackness.
I had a little pocket of air, and by little, I mean I savored every breath as if it'd be my last (now that I think about it, I probably had the sheet pulled over my nose). I knew it wouldn't last forever, so I finally took one last deep breath and busted my way out of the dark little air pocket. I found myself on land. I was on First Street, actually, of a San Francisco that didn't look anything like it really does.
I saw a couple green porta potty shells and ran toward them looking for my mom. No mom. There was no one around anywhere, for that matter. I ran back and forth through the random wreckage, looking for my mom and wondering where the rest of the boat went. Then I headed for the beach, which was, for some reason, two blocks down and two blocks over from where I had landed.
Once there, I found my mom sitting along the seawall with lots of other folks from the boat. My aunt was there, too, chatting with my mom. I was so relieved to see her. I gave her a huge hug. She just looked at me nonchalantly, with an expression that said, "Oh, there you are." I turned and looked over my shoulder. The boat was there, battered but intact. I guess it had survived the somersault and the captain had managed to point it at the city and run it aground on the beach.
And then, I don't know. I didn't understand why my mom was acting like nothing really terrible had just happened. And how the hell did I end up so far inland? Well, at least I didn't drown.
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November 10, 2007 / Saturday
I'm Pretty Sure It Was An Alien
I was exploring the downtown area of a swanky town somewhere up in the hills with my sister. As we walked down the main street, it turned into something of a large mall hallway with ceilings that seemingly reached into the sky. An all white humanoid figure passed us from the other direction. It was selling a book. "Your head is connected to two stars [in the universe]," it said, "Honor them by learning how to grow your hair in their likeness." Or maybe it said "grow your head". I can't remember, but it sure looked like it had grown its head in the likeness of a star. See:
Skinner than a stick figure? Naw. You just have to flesh it out mentally, but make it tall relative to its gigantic round head. I kind of overdid the head.
I don't remember if it had a face, but you get the idea.
09:56 AM | Dreams| Comments (1)
Hockey and Physics
I snuck into a Maroon practice so I could skate with my friends. Our first practice shift came, and I stepped on the ice. Lucinda was at wing, and the only spot left was center (I hate center!), but I was so happy to be skating with her again I didn't care and took the spot anyway. Then I realized everyone was staring at me. I looked down and I was still in my street clothes, green sandals and everything. I ran off to change. It took FOREVER, and when I was done there were only two minutes left on the clock. Sadness.
The rink was in an old physics lab building on the very east side of the Berkeley campus. When I realized I wasn't going to get to skate, I took my skates off, threw my gear bag on my back (strangely, it was full even though I still had all my other gear on), and set off to explore campus for old time's sake. Lots had changed, and I ended up getting really, really lost. It started to get dark, so I started running. Boy was that difficult with all that gear on (on my back, too). I ran past the east edge of campus, hoping to swing around and find the building from the other side. I ended up on another school's frat row. How did I know? One of the nice sorority girls (is that an oxymoron? in my world it is) told me.
I walked off in the direction I came, hoping to find campus police so I could ask for a ride to "the physics building with an ice rink inside." The end.
09:36 AM | Dreams| Comments (5)
September 23, 2007 / Sunday
What I've Been Up To In My Sleep
- Fixing bugs several nights a week.
- Seeing my great grandmother, waking up, and regretting that I didn't give her a hug.
- Standing up to a bully. We were all adults, but we were in some sort of class and sitting in deskchairs.
- Playing hockey with a crazy mishmash of a team:
- Trying to get them to tell me their preferred positions and getting answers like "turkey left chicken wing".
- Stepping onto the ridiculously small rink and having trouble turning over a large plastic office chair mat covering up bad ice.
- Running through a bench maze at the facility's big rink and across the hardwood floor baseline of an adjacent basketball court to reach the ridiculously small rink so I could get on the ice for a line change.
- Trying to get my players to bring their water bottles to the ridiculously small rink so they could remain rink-side for faster line changes.
- Feeling frustrated that the players I evaluated whom I thought were not yet ready made it into the crazy mishmash division and ended up on my team.
- Moving into an apartment with my former roommate. It was a 2 bedroom, 2 living room, 2 bathroom, 1 kitchen place with a garage farther away from the front door than my current one. I had to transport my mattress on BART and then carry it on my back across a huge parking lot. The place was cramped and dim, the kitchen was old, and my bathroom was dirty because the person who moved out didn't clean it before she left. I had to scrub some super cruddy crusty stuff off something unrecognizable. It was so gross I think it bounced me out of my dream.
- Sending in a comment online after hearing something on TV about how they might read it on the air.
- Finding a container of blocky mini multicolor psychedelic drug crystals in my apartment. Some shady folks across the street had planted it at my place with a fermenting dead body inside, and had been keeping track of it through binoculars. The drugs needed the dead body to nucleate crystal growth. It smelled like fish. Aaron then stirred it, which broke the crystals and made all the colors blend into a blueish whirl. Then I worried that the shady folks were gonna be upset with their screwed up drugs and kill me.
- Hearing the comment I sent in online read on the TV.
- Seeing my great grandmother again, knowing she didn't have long, and giving her a hug while I still had the chance to.
09:43 PM | Dreams| Comments (2)
August 24, 2007 / Friday
Beware The Burrowing Bugs
Last night, a bug burrowed into my chin and wouldn't come out. At first, only its head was embedded, and we pulled and pulled to no avail. I tried calling Kaiser for an appointment, but I couldn't reach a human, and in that time it burrowed into my chin completely and the wound closed up, leaving me with a big buggy bump under my lip. I decided to go to the ER. As I packed up my stuff (phone, laptop, laptop charger, USB cable to charge my phone, and a big stack of NCWHL scoresheets to work on) my mom hurriedly came in with a large baked pork bun (mmm, cha siu bao!) for me to take with. Mom, so sweet.
Then I woke up. I checked my chin. No buggy bumps. Phew.
08:35 AM | Dreams| Comments (6)
August 02, 2007 / Thursday
Sushi Me, Dammit!
I flew a prop plane through thick clouds, ran from government agents in hazmat suits, scaled a 50,000 gallon drum, and killed Agent Smith, all to wait hours for what was supposed to be some super tasty sushi made by a Yakuza boss sushi san. When he finally arrived, he got behind the raw fish bar, started production, and popped roll after roll into his mouth while I sat there hungry and still waiting.
*(^$%*`#@*&!!
09:14 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
July 30, 2007 / Monday
BlackBerry Crunch
I ate my BlackBerry this morning. It was chocolate covered, and I held it like a candy bar and crunched my way down from the top. It tasted like a candy bar, too: a really, really crunchy candy bar. I thought perhaps it was the screen that gave it such extreme crunch, but before I could try the keypad I was interrupted by the folks waiting in line for the bathtub. That's okay; the water was lukewarm by then anyway, and I was standing there only because I was too busy eating my phone to move.
I gathered my belongings and woke up. Darn, now I'll never know what the keypad tastes like.
11:13 AM | Dreams| Comments (3)
July 24, 2007 / Tuesday
Flip Flop Faux Pas
Last night (or, more likely, early this morning), I ran 12 miles (to town center, for exercise) in my green flip flops and socks with a toy Uzi in my right hand.
A couple of my friends were there, too. Why didn't they tell me I looked like a dork?
06:11 AM | Dreams| Comments (2)
April 03, 2007 / Tuesday
At Least The Stalls Were Clean
It's a good thing I woke up just now, because I was about to have to disassemble a public toilet, stall and all, on the edge of a wet and slippery giant metal disc suspended way up high in the sky as part of a team building exercise.
08:36 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 26, 2007 / Monday
Funny Dreams
I had another nonsensical laugh out loud dream last night. Aaron asked me what was so funny, I told him, and promptly fell back to sleep.
SoopahViv: replicating candy?
aaron: yes
aaron: and it needed to be translated into chinese
SoopahViv: omglol
SoopahViv: you're right, it did!
Good thing I have him to remember my dreams for me.
But that doesn't top my all time favorite laughing dream ...
SoopahViv: i still prefer flying pancake!
Yup, that's right, a while ago I had a dream about a flying pancake. You'd have laughed, too.
07:02 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
September 29, 2006 / Friday
Sleep Paralysis
When I was little, my mom used to tell me that the house we lived in (a 200 year old rental) was haunted. She said that at night she would "bay gwai tsahk", which roughly translates into being held down or pressed down on by a ghost. She said the ghost would press down on her and laugh in her ear. Weird, I thought, but not much more, because at that age I was too busy playing astronaut under the covers to think about creepy apparitions floating about.
This morning, after a fitful dream about playing in a hockey tournament with 17 skaters and being part of 4 lines of D and somehow not getting to play even a single shift the first period (waah! nightmare!), I "woke up" and felt a creepy presence in the room. I was partially on my left side and it was hovering just over my right shoulder. I wanted to see what it was, but couldn't manage to fully open my right eye or turn my head in that direction. I tried for what felt like ages, and every time I tried, I'd hear the creepy thing go "NOOOOO!" in a sort of muffled low voice. Finally, my head moved and my eye opened, and, just as I thought (and was trying to prove), there was nothing there.
Wow, that was creepy. I immediately thought of what my mom had said about the ghost thing. Amusingly, my first thought was, "Fuck yoU! Go pick on someone else." I kind of hoped something would appear so I could take a swing. Then I woke up some more and thought, "Okay, what's really happening here? Strange brain! What does science have to say about this?"
So I looked it up, and it's called sleep paralysis. Huh, interesting.
Here's a slightly edited excerpt from someone's webpage about sleep paralysis that I thought described this morning's episode pretty well:
Upon realizing one is paralyzed, a whole gamut of hallucinations may occur. Many people report hearing, seeing, and/or sensing a person or people in the room with them while they are paralyzed. There is also the common experience of a usually sensed, malevolent presence (or SMP). These SMP's usually seem to be just out of view of the person experiencing the sleep paralysis. The SMP is incredibly intimidating the person feels that this very evil, terrible "thing" is just right outside their field of vision, and if they weren't paralyzed and was able to turn their head just an inch or so, they would be able to see this horrid thing.
I don't know that it was horrifying, but it kinda pissed me off. Come back, so I can kick your ass!
10:51 AM | Dreams| Comments (7)
July 29, 2006 / Saturday
Monster Gone Missing
I dreamt last night that someone stole the Monster. Right out of my garage, while I wasn't looking. For some reason I'd left the garage unlocked, and the door lifted a couple feet. I spent a few moments looking at the now empty spot where I had expected to see my motorcycle, wondering if I'd misplaced it somehow, and that perhaps it wasn't really stolen. I finally concluded that no, I hadn't misplaced it, that this was exactly where I'd left it, that someone must have taken it, and darn, I left the key in the ignition. Strangely, I felt no emotion. No anger, no sadness. I just found myself standing there calculating how much money insurance would likely give me for it, and whether I had receipts for all the aftermarket parts I'd installed. I asked my (former) apartment manager, who lives above the garage, whether she'd noticed any suspicious activity. "Yeah, I did!" she replied, and I wondered why she hadn't done anything about it.
The thieves left my mountain bike, though. I remembered to check.
09:51 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
December 05, 2005 / Monday
Dreaming In Powerpoint
It's final presentation week at school. My team has been working feverishly to get everything together, bug fixing, pixel aligning (okay, mostly me on that one), script writing, rehearsing, rewriting, rehearsing some more, lather, rinse, repeat.
This lead to non-stop dreaming about our presentation last night. I woke up repeatedly during the night from Powerpoint dream after Powerpoint dream. Usually, I am able to quickly identify dream thoughts and reroot my mind in the real world, but since it's been (and will continue to be) a Powerpoint week, I found myself lying there, totally confused. I think I actually shook my head a few times to try to get the Powerpoint dreams out of my head. Didn't work.
On a related note, Powerpoint ate my Saturday night hockey game. :(
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September 12, 2005 / Monday
Bumper Cars
I'm in my car, on the street, and I turn left into a smallish public lot. There's an end parking space available; a straight shot from the lot entrance, about 2 car lengths away. I pull into the space and prepare to get out. I feel a big jolt. I look in the rear view and see a car behind me. Some bastard just rear ended me in a parking lot! I get out of my car and come around to the back. I see a bright blue Ford Focus front bumper crunched into and slightly on top of my rear bumper. The driver comes out of the Focus. I'm about to ask him what the hell his problem is, but he seems annoyed, declares that he has a meeting to go to, and walks away. I'm left standing there looking at my car, blocked into a parking spot by another car that happens to be crunch resting its bumper on mine.
I think a police officer comes by after that, and he thinks it's no big deal, and I tell him that there's no way people aren't going to notice bright blue bumper paint on my red car.
I don't remember much more, but I do remember that the driver in my dream resembled a guy from a few weekends ago that really weirded me out ... apparently more than I thought.
09:30 AM | Dreams| Comments (10)
September 03, 2005 / Saturday
Of Mice And ... Chickens?!
So I'm at home, or maybe my parents' home, and my peeps (probably my parents, I'm not too sure now) go out for a short trip to the store. The minute they walk out the door, the rodents come out. White and grey, babies and big fat rats, they run across the room toward the closet. I follow them there, and I see 6 or 7 tails ranging from 3" to 8" long coming out of a corner. There looks to be a little hole in the wall that they've all tried to squeeze into at the same time, and they're momentarily stuck.
And then a chicken runs by. And then more. They look sorta like the Embarcadero Chicken I encountered last month. Well, at least I think they were chickens. It's kinda fuzzy to me now. The chickens all run into a different hole in the same closet corner.
The mice eventually sort themselves out and push their way through the hole in the wall. I can't remember about the chickens. There might have been something else running around. Spiderpedes, perhaps. My peeps come home and we go into a lopsided hardware store next door.
The end.
11:05 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 25, 2005 / Thursday
Monkey Dismemberment
I dreamt last night that my monkey ring with the movable arms and legs lost its arms and legs, and all that was left was a monkey head and belly.
Then its head fell off, and I was left with a monkey belly ring.
:(
06:01 PM | Dreams| Comments (1)
April 29, 2005 / Friday
The Gates Of Heaven
I must have died in my dream last night, because I found myself at the gates of heaven. As it turns out, the entrance to my agnostic dream heaven looks a lot like the generic row of tollbooths found on the approach to our beauiful(ly congested at times) Bay Area bridges.
Thank goodness it was a light traffic day. I strolled up to a car-size tollbooth, pushed past a human-sized turnstile, and walked another 10 feet to a chest-height, 3' in diameter, round table manned by ... Gloria? I think that's right. Anyway, each of the turnstiles lead to a table like this. On each table, including mine, there were some papers and a handful of US currency coins.
My handful of coins consisted of 6 dimes. "Instead of dice," Gloria explained, "we have coins." She pointed to other tables and I saw that I was supposed to "roll" the coins on the table and see how they fell. Some coins represented how I'd lived my life, and other coins represented how I'd handled final "tests" that I'd unknowingly taken in my final days on earth (e.g. pancakes for breakfast, or something else?).
I "rolled" my coins onto the table. They all came up tails. For a moment, I was petrified. All tails must be bad, I thought. "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means he gets to decide," Gloria replied as she waved over a nearby table operator.
The other table operator came over to me and said, "I decide that you get to decide." Decide what? What room I wanted, or something. I looked beyond the row of tables and saw a long adobe. I asked if I could take a tour before deciding. Sure, they said, go ahead.
I walked into the adobe. It had sections, but not rooms. The sections extended all the way forward, and were each painted a bright cheery color. They each had more than one bed ... it felt sort of like a very communal dorm. One section had hardwood floors. I kept walking, finding something wrong with each section (too dirty, beds too small, not comfy enough). As I walked through, I kept seeing friends and coworkers who had settled into their new spots earlier in the day.
Finally I reached the last section. It was airy and yellow, and was large enough to house 7 or 8 people. There were 4 of them already on one side of the room. Kat was there, smiley as usual. Next to her was Verne, not as Mini Me from Austin Powers, but as Verne Troyer from The Surreal Life. Wow, heaven is like Surreal Life.
Across the room was the only remaining full sized bed in the entire surreal life adobe dorm. The room was nice, the people were cool, and whoo, I could have a big bed. I walked back to the table up front and announced my choice. "What if a couple comes in?" I asked, "Do I have to give up the double bed?" They replied that it wasn't likely, since it was nearing the end of the day. Apparently they start a fresh surreal life adobe dorm daily.
And then it was 8 AM, and the surreal life adobe dorm was replaced by the equally quirky but far more grounded sounds of Les Claypool and The Holy Mackerel.
05:18 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
March 29, 2005 / Tuesday
Sleep Is Draining!
I woke up from my dream this morning and closed my eyes to try to go back.
It didn't work. Darnit.
Good for the dream world. Bad for the real world.
Geez, am I taking the pessimist's approach to dreams this week, or what?
09:25 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
March 28, 2005 / Monday
Get Out Of My Head!
I had the. worst. dream. this morning. It was so bad that I did something I've never done before: when I woke up, I lifted my head, turned toward the window, and opened my eyes as wide as I could, fearing that I would return to the dream if I fell asleep again.
I thought about it the entire drive into work. Fortunately, there was enough to occupy me once I got there that I forgot about it during the day. Turns out it spent the day waiting for me in my car.
Next time I'll leave the window open.
09:06 PM | Dreams| Comments (4)
March 25, 2005 / Friday
No Off Switch
Every night this week, sometime between going to bed and getting up in the morning, I wake up with an idea about how to implement something in the app I'm building at work.
That's cool and amazing and all, but is that healthy?
09:27 AM | Dreams| Comments (2)
February 27, 2005 / Sunday
What's Up, Brain?
Straaange dream this morning. I could try to lay it out chronologically, but it all doesn't fit together that well. Some highlights.
Some real-life version of Toot from Drawn Together lured me into a room, closed the door, tossed me some white pantyhose, and when I turned around, she was in a pink ballet outfit, also wearing white pantyhose, trying to relive her glory days as an anorexic ballet dancer.
We had the front door open, and some gang members walked by. They didn't do anything, but then these little pushy asian girls busted in. I went to the bathroom, and could hear them giving the other people in the house trouble. Then one of them barged into the bathroom. WTF? My pants are down! I yelled at her and they left.
There were cute kids in the house, but I never actually saw them.
The house belonged to some smooth mafioso leader guy. I somehow saw in my mind a little trip that the mafioso guy took earlier in the day, in his swanky car with his bodyguards. They drove into the mountains, pulled over, and tossed some guy from the trunk over the edge of a lush green cliff. He fell and fell, and then the cliff turned into a gigantic whirlpool. I don't think the cops trawl in there.
Then I was back at the house, and it was me and Teddio and some familar middle-aged woman whom I can't seem to identify now. We were supposed to watch a movie to kill time, but no one could decide what to watch. Teddio kept asking me if I was annoyed 'cause people were being indecisive. I wasn't, and I said so, but he wouldn't believe me. Hrmm, I think the Toot bit came after this, but I'm not sure.
Toward the end, I was thinking about leaving the house. I was talking to Danny Devito. Apparently he was the mafioso guy's butler. He didn't like the fact that the mafioso guy was killing people. Then the mafioso guy came back. He was smoooooth. I didn't care that he killed people, because he was smoooooth. He had to go out again. I heard Danny Devito on the phone, alerting someone to the fact that mafioso guy was going out. A hit! I turned to smooth mafioso guy and mouthed, "Don't go!" He turned to one of this associates and said, "I think I'll take a different engine today." I think I offered to drive him. Ha! Danny Devito turned to me and gave me this nasty look. Smooth mafioso guy walked out the door and into the hallway (the house is now a condo). Danny Devito was a few steps behind him. I caught DD's attention and gave him the finger. They left, and I knew that they were going to dispose of DD along with whatever else they were heading out to do.
Then I got a call on my cell phone from the mafiosos telling me the tunnel to the airport was closed and would be for the next day. I was supposed to fly out that afternoon. Bah!
So then I went to check out the tunnel, and it turned out it was a suspension bridge, and they were fixing one of the cables. I stayed and watched. It was interesting, and, I'm sure, nothing like what would happen in real life.
Oh, yeah, it wasn't real life.
10:59 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 14, 2005 / Monday
Everybody's Naked!
Jena just mentioned a dream she had last night, and it reminded me that I had a dream I wanted to write about a couple nights ago. I don't remember what exactly I was doing, but every last person in my dream was naked.
That seems to be a theme in my dreams lately.
I remember I had a dream a few months back in which I was wearing what I wore to bed that night. Maybe I should start experimenting. I'll try to dig up some goofy article of clothing, wear that to bed, and see if it shows up in my dream.
09:28 PM | Dreams| Comments (2)
February 07, 2005 / Monday
Picture Day At Work
I'm at work, and it's team picture day, but it's team not in the work team sense, but the sports (in my case, hockey) team sense.
We file into some area to get our pictures taken, and 4 of my 13-15 or so "work teammates" show up naked.
"What? We're doing a naked photo?" I strip down as the group starts to move to some other room.
I catch up, naked, and now there are more naked people, but they have robes on. I wonder where my fuzzy robe is. I get distracted, and when I turn around, the group has moved somewhere else to get their picture taken. In their place is a group of old people watching TV, among them Doug's former next door neighbors, Lola and Pio.
I go back down the hall to look for my group. I walk through room after room in what is now this stadium/convention hall type area. The lights are out, but I somehow don't bump into anything. I hear them. They're one level down, but for some reason I keep going straight. Finally, I open a door the leads to the outside. I stop and go back in the direction I came.
I run into one of my coworkers, who wasn't part of the photo and is fully dressed. He doesn't seem to think it's weird that I'm wandering around work naked. We have a short conversation, presumably about where my picture teammate coworkers are, and then my dream ends.
For what it's worth, the only 3 people I could identify were Lola, Pio, and the coworker I talked to at the end. All the other folks were just random extras.
Weird.
08:31 AM | Dreams| Comments (6)
January 29, 2005 / Saturday
*)#$&(*@, My Neck!
I hate, hate, hate hotel room pillows! The way too tall pillows at this place have left me with a crick in my neck. I can't look down! Bah!
Amusingly, I dreamt about being rearended and getting whiplash ... twice.
07:21 AM | Dreams:Trips| Comments (0)
October 10, 2004 / Sunday
The Rest Of Last Night's Dreams
Over the course of this morning I remembered three more random dream tidbits I had last night. They all had to do with something in real life, and they were all bad. What's going on with me? *knocks on head* Hello in there, talk to me. What's buggin ya?
Objectively, life doesn't suck right now. Objectively, life is dandy. Work is fine, I'm seeing more friends more often than I used to, I'm knocking things off my to-do list, I'm playing lots of hockey, adding toys to my car. So, what gives? I don't get me.
It's weeks like the seemingly sucky ones I've had this summer that absolutely amaze me. Let me clarify that. I'm not amazed by their suckiness; I'm amazed by how complicated people are. Makes me want to study psychology.
11:13 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
Mice And Dreams
The mice had nothing to do with my dreams, but that's what I remember from last night. And as for my dreams, I had a whole bunch of them, but when I woke up, all I could remember was one thing, and it was the very thing that I didn't want to think about in real life.
Pfft.
10:12 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
October 06, 2004 / Wednesday
Hoppin' In, Clothes And All
Last night, I stayed up too long after my shower, cooled off, and ended up going to bed with clothes on. Initially I thought it'd bother me, but I was tired, and after a few shivers, fell asleep. In my dream, I walked around some sort of market, ducking into meeting rooms with fast food fries here and there. I got up this morning, realized I had clothes on, took a better look at what I was wearing, and recognized it as my outfit in my dreams.
Red Raiders cutoff sweatpant shorts (from high school, holy moly!) and a large California Hockey t-shirt (yes, Cal has a hockey team). Hey, how about that, I *do* have school stuff. I guess it just doesn't make it out of the house.
08:33 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 31, 2004 / Tuesday
More Bad Dreams
Yup, more bad dreams last night, and they were freakin' weird. Weird but somewhat unbloggable, so I'll spare you the details.
But now, other people are having bad dreams with me in them! That's screwed up.
url54: hey!
url54: i had a dream last night that you were driving my car and we got in an accident
url54: but my car was a white toyota tundra
...
url54: you tried to zoom through an intersection and we got hit from the left side by a truck
url54: which pushed us into oncoming traffic so we got hit from the right side too
SoopahViv: oh goodness
SoopahViv: not only am i having bad dreams, but other people are having bad dreams with me in it!
Yeah yeah, grammar gaffe. IM doesn't count, right?
11:49 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 29, 2004 / Sunday
Dream Dream Dreeeam ...
If my dream memory serves me correctly, I have had bad dreams every night since I got my wisdom teeth removed. Fortunately, these days it's all car stuff (as opposed to worms in my mouth). Last night I dreamt that I absolutely destroyed (scraped) my current rims along a curb. Welp, I dream thought, I guess I won't be selling those after I put my new ones on.
Just when I thought I was getting over my curb paranoia, I go and make a purchase that starts it up all over again ... 5 times worse.
When do the good dreams start?
10:11 AM | Dreams:Neurosis:Wisdom Teeth| Comments (0)
August 26, 2004 / Thursday
Almost Forgotten Bad Dreams
I had bad dreams last night, too, but they were about my car, so I think things are starting to return to normal. Heh.
07:10 PM | Dreams:Neurosis:Wisdom Teeth| Comments (0)
August 23, 2004 / Monday
Crazy Scary Dream About Mouth Pain
I have a feeling I was in pain while asleep, because I had this dream where my gums hurt, and my remaining teeth were loose and falling out, and there were these near-white lumps in the back of my mouth where the wisdom teeth used to be, and I pushed on them and these sacks of brain-like material fell out, and then little worms squirmed from them. Ew. And ow. I know, you're sick of reading that. Well, I'm sick of feeling that.
10:39 AM | Dreams:Wisdom Teeth| Comments (0)
August 22, 2004 / Sunday
Well Darn, This Is All Too Familiar
I just remembered a dream I had sometime over the last few days.
I tried out for Maroon, skated my ass off, and was told afterward that I didn't make it 'cause I needed more work on skating backward.
Perhaps when I can comfortably fit my head into my helmet again I should go do some backward Russian circles.
12:07 PM | Dreams:Hockey| Comments (0)
March 19, 2004 / Friday
I think I've Been Cutting My Dream Time Short
I slept 'til 7 today! Yeah!
I dreamt a lot, too. Something about walking around barefoot, my parents coming to pick me up from the Boston Common, not being able to find my hotel key, cheaply built hotel rooms with crooked sinks and blocked doors (it's the hotel version of my in-law unit!), people from high school meeting for something in New York (I somehow went from Boston to New York during my hotel room lockout), Vin Diesel (whoo), doing unbloggable things with Vin Diesel (double whoo), doing unbloggable things with Vin Diesel while dropping off of a 12.5th story hotel ledge ('cause that's what Vin Diesel does, right?).
Happy Friday, everyone!
08:40 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 25, 2004 / Wednesday
How 'Bout This Weather?
It was so stormy this morning I dreamt that it was storming outside.
Lucky me, I get to move my TV and computer in this stuff!
07:34 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 04, 2004 / Wednesday
A Dream That At Least Kind Of Made Sense
IP addresses. I dreamt about IP addresses. I've been working on elaborate reports for my new stat tracker. There's so much I want to do it's hard for me to get it all straight in my head. I try to write it down and I find myself staring at sheets upon sheets of scrawl. Well, at least I've got a good data set to work with. That always helps.
08:59 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 03, 2004 / Tuesday
What The Heck Do All My Dreams Mean?
I'm at an ice rink, and I'm sick, so even though I'm there for a game I can't play. As I wander around the table area, I greet various hockey friends, and run into my friend Amy S from ... middle school. We hug, and we're excited to see each other 'cause it's been a looong time. We briefly discuss a place to go and chat. I suggest we go outside, for some fresh air. We step outside, and it's a beautiful marble balcony restaurant setup. We walk to the edge. She decides to sit on the edge, which is shaped like a caret (^). She sits past the halfway point and falls over. I watch her fall and am horrified as she keeps falling ... and falling ... this marble balcony restaurant entrance to a hockey rink is somehow built 150 ft in the air over a lush garden. I see her face. She's scared. And then her expression changes. She realizes she's going to die. I realize it too, and hope that she lands headfirst, so that she can die a quick and painless death. Instead, she lands flat on her back.
I find a group of snooty rich people who are going to drive down to the body (it's that far away). They don't want me with them but I don't care. We get into their glam minivan and head down. We drive and dock in water (!) and then walk in what looks like a lake but is really only 4 inches of water. I walk into a little house on the lake (quite literally on the lake), now accompanied by my parents. Amy's body is inside. I'm told they're not sure if she's dead. I can't tell when I see her either. I tell her I'm sorry this happened, and that I should never have suggested we go outside. We should have sat down on a couple of chairs in the stinky rink instead. I wish I could take it back. I talk, not knowing whether she can hear me. I cry. I leave and enter a different room of the little house on the lake.
My parents' friends and siblings are in that room. They're playing cards or something. I have a cousin or two toward the edges of the room. I sit on the floor near the corner. Some guy I don't know is sitting up on a bench in that corner. I look up at him. He does something, I'm not sure what now, but then he gets up, and I get up too, and we go upstairs to go do something, I'm not sure what either, because then I woke up.
08:59 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
January 31, 2004 / Saturday
Bad Dream Interrupted
Friday morning I had a dream that a friend of mine from back home was in my GTI, and this friend opened the side of the car door into the corner of one of the brick planters outside of Doug's house. I knew it was damaged, and I couldn't bear to look. Instead, I was so upset that I ran around a marketplace screaming at the top of my lungs. During my upset marketplace visit, my alarm went off. I'd never been so relieved to hear my alarm in my entire life.
Good Dream Interrupted
Saturday morning I dreamt that some fuzzy purple monster was running a marathon, and he was kicking ass, and in the end he won, and I was there at the winners' area, and he took off his fuzzy purple monster head and he was a cute buff guy instead, and then I was helping him get the purple monster suit off his cute buff body, and I got to his cute buff chest, and then my phone rang.
09:59 AM | Dreams:Neurosis| Comments (0)
January 20, 2004 / Tuesday
Dream Dream Dream 1: I Can Swim!
So I show up to gym class, and we're at a pool. It's the water version of the presidential fitness tests or something. We all have little cards to keep track of our score for the various tests, which involve acrobatic movements in the water. I'm thinking, oh great, I can't swim. I run in to Maryam, who lived on my floor in the dorms freshman year. I seem to remember her as someone who was afraid of everything, including water. Turns out she joined a posh gym with an excellent pool and has since learned to swim. Well, if Maryam can do it, so can I. I hop in, fully expecting to sink and need rescue, but the next thing I know I'm swimming my way to the other end of the pool. I hop in again later, and backstroke my way across the pool. I can swim! Cool! Now if only I could magically work that into real life.
Dream Dream Dream 2: Underwear Buddy
In case you care, I'm working my way through my dreams somewhat randomly. I'm writing about them in the order in which I remembered them. I remembered dream 1 when I woke up, but didn't remember this one until I was, well, putting on my underwear.
Plain and simple, one of my hockey homies from a past team was in my dream, and she was helping me with some art project thing, and for some reason she wore the same type of underwear I happened to be wearing. Now, the fact that I could see her underwear means that she wasn't wearing pants or even much of a shirt, but in my dream that was normal. Who needs clothes anyway?
Dream Dream Dream 3: Mirror Paranoia
I think after the underwear thing I headed back down to my car, which was in the underground garage of the aforementioned underwear buddy's apartment complex. I got in, prepared to back out of my space, looked in the passenger side mirror, and almost had a heart attack when I realized it wasn't my mirror. I looked at the driver side mirror and realized that someone had come and stolen my $200 European split mirrors and replaced them with cheapo Kragen-grade generic mirrors. Why anyone would even bother to put replacements in I don't know. The funny thing about the generics was they were not convex, but flat, and behaved like a concave mirror, as it somehow magnifed and reduced the visible area behind me.
I remembered that one on 280 this morning, right as I was passing the Daly City Krispy Kreme exit. That memory was followed by a moment of great relief and happiness.
09:49 AM | Dreams:Neurosis:Water| Comments (0)
January 04, 2004 / Sunday
All This Blogging Is Weighing On My Mind
I had a dream last night that my mom and my aunt found out about my blog. I kept trying to get online before they did so I could change my blog address. Perhaps I should stop blogging about them.
But then I'd go crazy, and that wouldn't be so good either.
12:23 AM | Dreams:Famidotes| Comments (0)
December 23, 2003 / Tuesday
I Hate Cell Phones
I had cell phone nightmares all night. I'd fall asleep and dream and wake up and hope I'd be done dreaming and fall asleep again and dream about more of the same and wake up and keep going through this cycle. I was having chains of phone problems. The phone wouldn't work, the provider wouldn't work, and it'd somehow link me to my next phone and provider, which always had its own special reasons not to work. Aaaaack.
• • •
So the status update on my phone is:
1. Verizon requires an extra $$ package if I want faster data transfer speeds. Do I want to pay 90 bucks a month for true CDMA speeds? No no no. I'm paying 40 bucks a month now for old school modem speeds (14.4k) and that's plenty $$ for me already!
2. My phone is dumb sometimes and times out during a transfer.
3. The really big bummer is my phone can't pick up my voice, with or without microphone. I'm not sure whether this is all i600s or some i600s, but other people out there seem to have the same issues. Greeeat. What good is a cell phone that doesn't work as a phone?!
4. Still, speed and microphone issues aside, I like it a lot. It's not nearly as full-featured as the Treo 600, though. I with they'd make the Treo 600 with a form factor like that of the i600! That and a Windows OS. Sad as it may be, I like Windows OSs. Eeek.
My options (probably not a complete list by far):
1. Return the phone, get out before the 15-day trial ends, go back to Sprint, get the i500. Problem is the i500 runs on the Palm OS. I'm used to Palm but I still don't like it much. Sprint is, however, the cheapest and fastest out there for relatively fast data transfer speeds.
2. Return the phone, get out before the 15-day trial ends, switch to T-Mobile, get a Sidekick. The Sidekick will be cool, albeit a bit big. It's not a Windows OS, but the overall feel makes up for it. And as for T-Mobile? It's GSM, it's $$, and I'm not sure how good coverage is. They're not a big enough provider for me to feel comfortable risking it.
3. Return the phone, stay with Verizon because they have the best coverage, and move to a lesser phone. Probably the most financially responsible move, but not much fun.
4. Swap the phone, and keep swapping until either I get one that doesn't have microphone issues or I get sick and tired of phone swapping and fall back on option 3.
After much consideration and one very long and annoying several-part dream, I will be going to the Verizon store today with option 4 in mind. I'd really like for this phone to work out. For $500 bucks they'd better want to help me make this phone work out. We'll see what happens.
08:45 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
December 02, 2003 / Tuesday
Get Out Of My Head!
It seems like almost every source of pain in real life, both emotional and physical, I just experienced in a long, long dream that I couldn't wake up from.
Whatever I ate before going to bed last night, I'm not ever eating it again.
The one cool thing that came out of the dream was that I did this Matrix-like flip over a planter. I launched and I think my mind kept me turning in the air because I didn't want to land on my injured foot. When I finally landed it was on my good foot. Interesting.
08:44 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
November 28, 2003 / Friday
Strange, Strange Dreams Last Night
Here's one:
So I'm sitting at a table in a lobby talking to Patling. Behind him is a huge glass window. In fact, we're on the ground floor of a large glass pyramid building, which is on the shore of a large pond / small lake. On the far side of the water is a power plant. It's the only thing holding back a LOT of higher water on the other side. All of a sudden, it springs a leak. A big leak. The power plant crumbles. We're going to get wiped out. I don't know my way out of the pyramid. Patling gets up. "Come on!" he says. He leads me up, up through the pyramid and out to safety.
And then I wake up, and I'm sitting at a table in a lobby talking to Patling. Behind him is a huge glass window. We're on the ground floor of the same large glass pyramid building. I know what's going to happen next. I shift my focus from Patling to the power plant, and sure enough, it crumbles. Water rushes toward us. Patling springs into action once again. Up, up we go, and again out to safety.
Outside, I shout, "Pat! Pat! I dreamt this! I dreamt that the water would come in and you'd lead us to safety! You saved my life!" I'm excited to be alive and psychic and I bounce up and down in joy.
And then I wake up. I try to move my legs and I can't because the cat is on top of the blanket. Oh, wait, that's real life. I made it out of my dream(s) without drowning. Cool. Thanks Patling!
09:17 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
November 09, 2003 / Sunday
Parking Lot Car Nightmare
Last night, I dreamt that I parked my car in the parking lot at work, and when I got back to it at the end of the day someone had stolen my wheels and my rear bumper and the entire front end (body work, frame, and all engine bay contents). All that was left was the cabin of the car, which was untouched. Not a scratch! I kept waiting for whoever had done it to come put everything back but instead piles of wrecked car (other cars) would periodically come and shove up against my car.
That's what I get for realizing that my car has a gazillion removable exterior pieces. It's amazing more things don't get stolen off parked vehicles.
09:44 PM | Dreams:Neurosis| Comments (0)
November 05, 2003 / Wednesday
Why Haven't I Heard Any Total Recall Puns Yet?
Huh. I think I had a dream last night that the recall was voted down and that Schwarzenegger won by a landslide but it didn't mean anything. I think my brain committed that to memory as fact.
Just now I was browsing the SF Gate site. It said something about Schwarzenegger's inauguration on November 17th. All of a sudden my brain did a "What?!" and I realized what I thought was fact was, in fact, merely a dream.
03:10 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 23, 2003 / Saturday
Code Zits
Every time I close my eyes and begin to dream I see code.
I think it's making my face break out, too.
Make it go away.
10:39 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 02, 2003 / Sunday
Car Fun / Car Nightmares
Last night on my drive home from Monterey I found a GTI to play with. It was just like my car, only silver. Blink blink, he said, let's go! When the road opened up, we went. And then a cop pulled onto the freeway and we had to stop playing. Dear Mr. Cop, please drive around with your radar on in the future so I can hear you coming. By the way, you make driving unfun. Poopiehead.
I made it past 110 before the cop sighting. What's my theoretical top speed? 139? 29 more to go!
• • •
Last night I dreamt that someone had replaced one of my wheels with the type you find on other GTIs. Yes, just one. The rear right one, to be exact. So in my dream I was standing there wondering why on earth someone would swap out just one wheel. Then I wondered whether I should just leave my car there so they can come back and swap the other three so I'd have a matching set. Then my dream ended. Roh.
10:58 AM | Dreams:Neurosis:Vroom!| Comments (0)
December 18, 2002 / Wednesday
The Analysis
Okay, so I'm driving up 101 North and it's super windy out. I see a plane up in the sky and I wonder how it manages to fly in such crappy weather. I think about my flight the next day and hope I don't get caught in the same stuff. I don't know why I'm not looking at the road, but I stare at the plane and it gets bigger and I realize it's losing altitude. It's a Pan Am plane, but it's warm colors, not blue like they actually were in real life. It starts rolling left and right, dipping and pulling back up, then flipping, literally doing somersaults in the air. Finally, it crashes along the side of the freeway. That stretch of industrial buildings in San Mateo. A huge fireball goes up. Parts go flying in the air. I watch for large parts and get ready to dodge. Sure enough, I pull my car up a few feet just in time to avoid a gigantic piece of plane metal. Then it starts raining glass bits. Glass bits? Yeah, I dunno where those came from, but I duck under my car to avoid them. I realize at this point that I'm driving a shiny new red Miata with the top down. The glass stops falling and my car's all dented. So much for my car surviving the hailstorm from earlier in the week. I start driving again and now I'm worried about my front tires, which are starting to go flat, probably due to imaginary glass bits and a good dose of paranoia on my part. I get off the freeway and now it's night. I pull over and decide to walk for a gas station because I'm not sure my tires will make it. I'm about to cross a street and I look up and I see him. I run up and hug him because I've just seen a plane disaster and I need a hug, and then I remember all the thoughts that have gone through my head in the last week and a half and all the things I need to say to him but just like in real life I can't bring myself to say them. We talk about the usual stuff and I hear the usual stuff and I feel the usual pains and I still can't say what I need to say. Then I continue on my way and duck into a mom and pop convenience store for some food and I grab a bag of Pepperidge Farms dark chocolate orange milano cookies because I need comforting from my latest little run-in and for some reason I'm under the impression that cookies can do that for me. I wait in line, I watch the stange mom and pop convenience store patrons, I pay for my cookies, I put away my change, I wake up.
• • •
I seem to be prone to plane disaster dreams.
It's cool seeing bits of real life woven into my dreams. The weather, my flight tomorrow, the hailstorm, my tires, my crisis of the week ...
I wonder, do they actually make dark chocolate orange milano cookies, or do they exist only in my dreams? If I were to create the perfect milano cookie that would be it.
Darnit, I didn't get to the part where I actually get to eat the cookies.
10:34 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
November 08, 2002 / Friday
Beautiful Work Code (Ha!)
I just dreamt my way through all the JSP and JavaScript of one of my projects at work. It was all so crystal clear, so very beautiful, sniff sniff.
08:43 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
September 24, 2002 / Tuesday
Here, Take A Look At You
It's interesting how your dreams show you exactly what's going on in your head. It could be something new; it could be something you already know, all too well. It's cool though, because even if you consciously know how you feel about something, or perhaps how it would feel to do something, you don't get to truly feel it unless you actually experience it ... or dream about it. It's like living your life vicariously through your own head. You get to experience things free of consequences. You wake up and it goes away. I guess now I understand a little better why some people can't wait to go to sleep and start dreaming.
02:10 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 14, 2002 / Wednesday
What A Teaser!
Last night I dreamt I had a motorcycle. 
Then I took a good look at it and realized it was fugly. 
Doggammit! 
01:38 PM | Dreams:Motorcycle| Comments (0)
August 13, 2002 / Tuesday
Mullet Dreamin'
Picture a group of 8 or so big white guys with brown hair running around kind of moshing but not really about 25 feet or so away.
- Tell me, what do they all have in common?
- They all have goatees?
- No, that's not it.
- They all have mullets?
- That's right! They all have mullets!
I don't know what the fuck that was. I dreamt it last night.
11:57 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
July 06, 2002 / Saturday
I Dreamt You Were A Poopiehead
Ever dream about someone doing something and then wake up all mad at them for something they didn't actually do?
09:25 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
March 18, 2002 / Monday
Cool Dream of the Morning
Instead of crayons, the local cheesy chain restaurant was giving out glowsticks to the little kiddies All different colors, too! Funny thing is, they were packaged like the tampons you get out of public restroom dispensers. All you male readers out there are gonna have to go sneak into a women's restroom to find out what I mean.
11:34 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
February 25, 2002 / Monday
Tahoe Is Tiring!
I didn't get up until 5 PM today! I think Tahoe wore me out.
But despite my fatigue I shall blog my weekly Tahoe report ...
No I Didn't Snowboard
Snowboarding? Nope! I slushboarded and iceboarded instead. Friday was slushy and my board kept getting stuck in the stuff. It was hard work! I think I need warm weather wax for my board or something. Saturday it cooled down and the slush was gone. Instead it was ice. Owwie! I bruised my butt and jarred my shoulder. But hey, it's good practice going down mountains of ice. Yes it is, yes it is.
Ron Jeremy And The Senior Citizens
Went to Carson City Friday night for some cheap blackjack. It was like a senior citizen's employment center there! All the dealers had grey hair. Old ladies and old men. I was doing okay against one of the grandmas but then they switched dealers. Brought in some guy with dark curly hair and a mustache. He looked just like Ron Jeremy. So I was sitting there wondering if the dealer had a 10 inch dick too and the next thing I know he's kicking everyone's asses at the table. Two blackjack hands in a row! We all deserted in a hurry.
Note to self: Do not play blackjack with porn stars because they will fuck you in the ass and take your money.
Oompa Loompa Parade
I must have gone to sleep Friday night a little disturbed by Ron Jeremy and the senior citizens because that night I had some weird dream about a Oompa Loompa parade. Some useful background information here is that they scared the hell out of me when I was a little kid. I would sit there watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and when the Oompa Loompas came on I'd be too scared to close my eyes or change the channel. I'd just sit there wide-eyed with fear. Tremble tremble. Anyway, in my dream there was this pack of Oompa Loompas about 5 deep and 4 wide marching up and down the street in front of my parent's house. I kept hearing them singing their Oompa Loompa song and I'd run to the window and see these short little orange and green people marching down the street. Crazy shit. Glad to be awake now.
01:17 AM | Dreams:PSA/NTS:Snow| Comments (0)
January 15, 2002 / Tuesday
Braces and Poker and Flying Flowers
I dreamt I got braces last night. The little elastics started popping off. Then the whole thing came loose. Then they fell off. But just the bottom row. Then I was in a casino watching people play pai gow poker. Then I was in a room upstairs where I watched some guy give a demonstration of a radio controlled flying bouquet of flowers. He was going nuts with the radio controller, swinging up and down and left and right. Then I disassembled the flying flowers to see how it worked. I think it was magic.
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November 06, 2001 / Tuesday
Naked Friday
Good morning everyone. I dreamt I was naked last night. At work. In my cube. And all these people came in. Random people. 50 of 'em. And they all wanted to see something in my cube. I kept shouting for them to get out but they wouldn't listen. So I tried to push them out. Strange, though ... they didn't seem to notice that I was naked. They just wanted to see what was in that corner of my cube. Something about baseball cards?
And the next thing I know I'm on the mountain. First day of snowboarding season. I sooooo can't wait for snowboarding season. Swoosh! Swoosh!
10:02 AM | Dreams:Snow| Comments (0)
October 18, 2001 / Thursday
How Much Did I Age Overnight?!
I bounced out of bed when my alarm went off.
I think I tweaked a muscle doing it.
Darnit, I'm getting old. I'm pulling things left and right!
• • •
Oh, and I was dreaming about network configuration hell.
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October 15, 2001 / Monday
I Know You All Want To Read About My Dream
Okay, no one reminded me but I'm so good I remembered. I'm going to tell you all about the dream I had last night. I was locked in a house hiding from a psycho killer who turned out to be one of my coworkers and after what seemed like forever and a half he drove away. Then for some reason it turned out I wasn't really locked in a house hiding from a psycho killer because it was all part of a horror movie in which my coworker was the star. Next thing I know I'm at work talking to the psycho killer movie star coworker about how I didn't know he was an actor and asking him how he managed to find time to do the movie and work all the hours he's working. And then my phone (a.k.a. sales leash) rang and I was whisked away from my dream world of movie star coworkers to the real world of support needy ones. Oh well. It was strange while it lasted.
Now that I think about it, I was part of the psycho killer horror movie in my dream. I'm a movie star, yo!
11:44 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
Remind me to tell you
Remind me to tell you all about the dream I had last night.
10:11 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
October 14, 2001 / Sunday
Can't Stop Working
You know what's scary? When you're kind of waking up but you're really still half asleep and all you can picture in your head is your company software's login screen because you've been dreaming about work stuff all night.
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October 04, 2001 / Thursday
I Dream Of Incompetence
An idiot coworker kept me up until midnight last night fixing his work. He was so incompetent I even dreamt about it. I couldn't even sleep in my sleep! Stoopid farkhead. Garr.
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September 22, 2001 / Saturday
Let Me Go
I just had a dream about him. We had just seen a movie and on the way out of the theatre he disappeared somewhere in the lobby. As I was going around looking for him I saw one of his physics grad student friends coming up into the lobby on an escalator. I asked if he was down there. He was. I went down. It was some sort of old musty unused dungeoney basement that all the physics grad students were hanging out in. They were down there chillin' and discussing equations. And then one of them who knew us and our situation looked at me knowingly and went over to talk to him. I had a feeling I knew what she was asking him. And then when they were done talking he got up and left. And she came over and said "nobody". Nobody meaning if he had to choose he would choose to be with nobody. All he really needed was physics. And I said to her, "Well, I'm not like that. I do need somebody. I just need to learn that that somebody can't be him." I said goodbye to her and went upstairs. I went right back looking for him despite what I had just said to his friend. Didn't matter, though. He had disappeared.
And as I was lying there sleepily thinking about my dream, my alarm went off and I heard the end of the song that had been playing. When I went over to turn the thing off, the "next" song popped into my head. A couple seconds later it really did come on. It was Sade singing By Your Side.
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Someone help me let go because I've tried and I can't seem to do it. Is it a time thing or a mind thing? I'm afraid that if it's a time thing it'll take far too long. I'm even more afraid that if it's a mind thing I'll never manage to move on. I know I need to. Why can't I just do it? Am I afraid to? Do I not want to? Aurgh! I don't know!
10:15 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
September 14, 2001 / Friday
Dream Dream, Go Away
Okay, I need to go to bed now. Let's hope I don't have any more disturbing dreams about fleets of passenger planes lining up at SFO to take off and destroy the city. I really do need the sleep tonight. Wish me luck.
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August 08, 2001 / Wednesday
MatzO!
4 or so years ago around Passover I read an article about a matzo shortage in the US. That night I dreamt about making matzo balls. Never mind that I'd never had or even seen a matzo ball in my life. Didn't matter. For the next 3 months I was running around making jokes about matzo balls. I guess it's because matzo is such a funny word, and it's always good to make balls out of funnily named substances.
Matzo ball this and matzo ball that. The strange thing was not once during my matzo ball obsession did I have a matzo ball. Not even a sip of soup! Not even a whiff of soup. I guess I just never went anywhere that served them.
Until today. I had matzo ball soup at lunch! I went to this place called Max's Cafe for lunch. They serve huge fatty portions of everything and matzo ball soup for anyone who wants some any day of the week. Finally! I am now complete. Now I know how those matzo balls from my dream would have tasted.
And that would be, nothing like I thought it would taste. It was fluffy. I wasn't expecting fluffy. Not like cottonball fluffy, but I was expecting something dense and chewy.
So I guess I was wrong all these years.
And I guess I'm a little disappointed.
01:54 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 04, 2001 / Saturday
Still No Booty?!
I had the exact same unsatisfying dream last night as I did the night before. Except that there was someone different in it this time. Different person, still no booty. Okay. Fine. Fine fine fine. I don't need you imaginary dream people anyway!
Wow, that's lame. As soon as I'm not so damned busy I need to go and work on this in real life.
Which means I need to stop comforting myself with ice cream starting now. I feel like a cow. Moo. No booty for cows. They just stand there and eat all day. Like I've been doing. I miss the lean and mean me. Nowadays I'm soft and self-pitying. Woe is me. Fuck that. I need a good smack upside the head to get me going.
Smack.
All right, then.
Action items:
- Stop eating for comfort.
- Start lifting again.
- Start playing tennis again.
- Start stretching again.
Yeah, getting flexible for, um, oh, you know.
Ha ha!
12:18 PM | Dreams| Comments (0)
August 03, 2001 / Friday
Highly Unsatisfied
That's how I felt when I woke up this morning. This sucks. My dreams have transitioned from break-up worries to booty frustrations. Woe is me. I feel like Ted. Aurgh.
Okay, I hate to have to resort to this...
Free booty!
Heh.
09:21 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
July 28, 2001 / Saturday
*Sniff Sniff*
Last night was the first time I ever cried in a dream.
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July 21, 2001 / Saturday
Dream Wimp
I am weak in my dreams. I can't hit people. I try to hit them and I start the swing but all my power dissipates before my fist reaches their face. It's not physical weakness. I know even as I'm swinging in my dream that I'm strong enough to knock them down but something in my dream head stops me from making contact. I try and I try and I realize that I can't bring myself to do it.
Do I not want to hurt them? Am I afraid to hurt them?
I hate those dreams. I hate feeling so helpless.
09:31 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
Lame-O Circuit City Guy
I buy myself an mp3 player that's identical to the one I have. I don't know why, I just know I'm buying it. I never know why I do the things I do in a dream. He sells it to me, then proceeds to try to show me how it works. Problem is he's a lame-O dumbass and he can't figure out how to open the not-too-sturdy MMC flap. So I'm telling him, "No! Stop! I have one exactly like this! I know how to use it!" but he won't stop fiddling with my new mp3 player.
I don't know if he ended up breaking it. I think my dream ended.
Incompetent sales people are so annoying.
08:44 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
July 12, 2001 / Thursday
Islands And Hair Curlers
Two weeks ago I said I never had recurring dreams. Now I keep having this recurring dream. Actually, it's more like a continuing dream with a recurring theme. Strange. Anyhooz...
I'm on a island with a group of people and we're expecting an attack. I keep running around looking for a baton, except the type of baton I'm looking for looks more like a metal detector wand than it does a stick you whack people with. I run and I rummage through the island, which at this point looks more and more like a research lab, and all I find are hair curlers, lots and lots of hair curlers. Okay, so they look kind of similar, but that's not what I'm looking for! And then my advisor from college pops up with his knowing smile from behind a cabinet of hair curlers and says teasingly, "Oh, hair curlers. What are you going to do with those?"
And then my alarm went off.
04:43 AM | Dreams| Comments (0)
July 07, 2001 / Saturday
I Did What?! With Whom?!
So I'm hopping on a train with this girl I don't know who's either my roommate or my cousin and we get on the platform and some punk starts throwing pebbles at me. He misses and I throw what I believe is my contact lens case at him and hit him on the mouth. He looks shocked. I say, "Sorry. I really don't want to fight." Then for some reason we're chasing each other down the street like two little kids and discussing our favorite bands. I guess that's because there was electronic music in the background when the whole pebble / contact lens case throwing incident occurred. And we wind up in the furniture section of Macy's except it doesn't look like Macy's and I'd tell you more but I think I'm going to have to censor the rest of it.
Does anyone have any idea what that dream means?
