MORNING OF FEBRUARY 11, 2012
(This dream took place after a day of much driving, so it's not surprusing.) I was driving on the Interstate en route to Birmingham. It was late, and I was really, really tired. I was fighting sleep and having a difficult time winning. Eventually, I decided to rest my head against the driver's side window.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up (within the dream)! I'd been fast asleep! Somehow I had not wrecked the car--in fact, I was still driving it! I was no longer on the Interstate, but was in downtown Birmingham. I wasn't familiar with the exact area I was in, though, and that only added to the sense of disorientation I felt.
My last memory is that I drove past some kind of farmer's market in a parking lot of one of the businesses in this part of town. Most of the patrons were African American.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
My Pet Snake
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 10, 2012
I was in a pet store and one of the employees had talked me into buying a snake for some reason. He handed me a slender, bright green snake that was maybe about a foot long. The snake was much more powerful than it should have been at that size. It was all I could do to keep hold of it as it writhed in my hands. It's jaws began chomping non-stop as it lashed out at everything.
Even I wanted a pet snake, I didn't think I wanted one this strong and ornery. The pet store employee led me back to a room filled with containers of dead mice. He said, "Now, I hope you don't mind keeping dead mice in your fridge..." And this was when I told him I couldn't have a pet snake.
I left the pet shop and exited into what I guess would have logically been a mall, but it looked more like an airport. There was a little more "story" in the dream in which I interacted with people, though it's all vague. The final part of the dream was when it was suddenly revealed that someone in the mall/airport/whatever was a "traitor". Things then became like an action movie as covert good-guys came out of hiding to attack the traitor. A chase pursued...and then it was as if I was watching this as a movie rather than actually being there.
I was in a pet store and one of the employees had talked me into buying a snake for some reason. He handed me a slender, bright green snake that was maybe about a foot long. The snake was much more powerful than it should have been at that size. It was all I could do to keep hold of it as it writhed in my hands. It's jaws began chomping non-stop as it lashed out at everything.
Even I wanted a pet snake, I didn't think I wanted one this strong and ornery. The pet store employee led me back to a room filled with containers of dead mice. He said, "Now, I hope you don't mind keeping dead mice in your fridge..." And this was when I told him I couldn't have a pet snake.
I left the pet shop and exited into what I guess would have logically been a mall, but it looked more like an airport. There was a little more "story" in the dream in which I interacted with people, though it's all vague. The final part of the dream was when it was suddenly revealed that someone in the mall/airport/whatever was a "traitor". Things then became like an action movie as covert good-guys came out of hiding to attack the traitor. A chase pursued...and then it was as if I was watching this as a movie rather than actually being there.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
A Disney CD-ROM! On Clearance!
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 5, 2012
I vaguely remember riding in a car with my parents and a family friend. I think we were supposed to be on our way to celebrate the combined birthdays of my mom and I by eating dinner somewhere in Birmingham (an event that won't actually happen until later in the month).
We passed a comic book store and I asked if we could stop there. I vaguely remember looking around inside the fairly typical comic store. The one clear memory I have is browsing a shelf advertising clearance items. There were a lot of old CD-ROMS for PC. One of them was a home photo editing kit produced by Disney. The packaging touted how you could add Disney characters, fonts, and more to your family photos. The packaging was a glossy, bright red with various Disney characters. It's strange how vividly I can recall that one item.
I also recall some vague imagery of a dream in which I was playing a version of the smartphone game "Where's My Water?" that somehow incorporated Doctor Who characters into the game.
I vaguely remember riding in a car with my parents and a family friend. I think we were supposed to be on our way to celebrate the combined birthdays of my mom and I by eating dinner somewhere in Birmingham (an event that won't actually happen until later in the month).
We passed a comic book store and I asked if we could stop there. I vaguely remember looking around inside the fairly typical comic store. The one clear memory I have is browsing a shelf advertising clearance items. There were a lot of old CD-ROMS for PC. One of them was a home photo editing kit produced by Disney. The packaging touted how you could add Disney characters, fonts, and more to your family photos. The packaging was a glossy, bright red with various Disney characters. It's strange how vividly I can recall that one item.
I also recall some vague imagery of a dream in which I was playing a version of the smartphone game "Where's My Water?" that somehow incorporated Doctor Who characters into the game.
A Failed Neighborhood Screening
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 4, 2012
I got a Facebook message from someone inviting me to attend a screening of the Zooey Deschanel TV show, "New Girl" in a nearby neighborhood. Basically someone had just set up a giant projector screen in their yard and were planning on showing that week's episode for people in the neighborhood.
For some reason I showed up for the event. There were two sets of small, metal bleachers facing a large screen on an otherwise empty, featureless lawn. Only a handful of people were spread across the bleachers. The time came for the viewing to begin, and nothing happened. People became impatient. Then one of my uncles approached me and explained to me that he was having difficulty getting the projector to work.
I remember another dream in which Ashely and I were driving around early one morning discussing where to stop for breakfast. We were passing through a really nice looking neighborhood, though it was totally empty. The sense of pristine abandonment seemed somewhat eerie in the early morning light.
Finally I remember a dream in which I was in someone's kitchen and a televangelist was preaching about money on a small TV. An official-looking man in a business suit suddenly interrupted the preacher to say he was being investigated for some sort of violations of some sort of policies. Then it was revealed that this was all an act being presented as an object lesson for part of the sermon.
The people in the kitchen with me (I can't remember who they were, if anyone specific) began mocking the televangelist. I joined in by picking up a nearby broom and announcing, "Look! A giant ice scraper!" I have no idea what that was supposed to have to do with anything, but it made sense--and was funny--in the dream.
I got a Facebook message from someone inviting me to attend a screening of the Zooey Deschanel TV show, "New Girl" in a nearby neighborhood. Basically someone had just set up a giant projector screen in their yard and were planning on showing that week's episode for people in the neighborhood.
For some reason I showed up for the event. There were two sets of small, metal bleachers facing a large screen on an otherwise empty, featureless lawn. Only a handful of people were spread across the bleachers. The time came for the viewing to begin, and nothing happened. People became impatient. Then one of my uncles approached me and explained to me that he was having difficulty getting the projector to work.
I remember another dream in which Ashely and I were driving around early one morning discussing where to stop for breakfast. We were passing through a really nice looking neighborhood, though it was totally empty. The sense of pristine abandonment seemed somewhat eerie in the early morning light.
Finally I remember a dream in which I was in someone's kitchen and a televangelist was preaching about money on a small TV. An official-looking man in a business suit suddenly interrupted the preacher to say he was being investigated for some sort of violations of some sort of policies. Then it was revealed that this was all an act being presented as an object lesson for part of the sermon.
The people in the kitchen with me (I can't remember who they were, if anyone specific) began mocking the televangelist. I joined in by picking up a nearby broom and announcing, "Look! A giant ice scraper!" I have no idea what that was supposed to have to do with anything, but it made sense--and was funny--in the dream.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Perusing Comics
MORNING OF JANUARY 26, 2012
I was in a bookstore when I saw news that Bill Watterson, the cartoonist behind the beloved comic strip Calvin and Hobbes, would be coming out of retirement to publish a new book. Supposedly it would be a novel that he both wrote and illustrated. It was not clear what the subject matter or characters would be.
In the same section of the bookstore, I picked up a graphic novel that I'd heard of before. I can no longer remember details about it, other than vaguely recalling the art style, but I spent quite a while going through it page by page. Someone saw me reading it and asked if I knew that it was done by the creator of the Funky Winkerbean newspaper strip.
I was in a bookstore when I saw news that Bill Watterson, the cartoonist behind the beloved comic strip Calvin and Hobbes, would be coming out of retirement to publish a new book. Supposedly it would be a novel that he both wrote and illustrated. It was not clear what the subject matter or characters would be.
In the same section of the bookstore, I picked up a graphic novel that I'd heard of before. I can no longer remember details about it, other than vaguely recalling the art style, but I spent quite a while going through it page by page. Someone saw me reading it and asked if I knew that it was done by the creator of the Funky Winkerbean newspaper strip.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Break-In
MORNING OF JANUARY 25, 2012
My friend Eric casually explained to me that he was going to break into the home of one of his coworkers, and he needed my help (I don't know any of his coworkers, so this isn't based on anyone real.)
We showed up at their house early one evening before it was even dark. They family was not at home, as we had been counting on. Their house was huge; more like a mansion, really. Our first obstacle to getting in was a large, iron fence with some very fierce-looking dobermans behind it.
We somehow made it over the fence and past the dogs...my memory of this is jus a blur of running for our lives and jumping over things. We ended up on an elaborate patio behind the house. There were large sliding glass doors that led into the house. Eric was trying to decide how to pick the lock when I calmly walked over, picked up a landscaping brick from the nearby flowerbed, and threw it through the glass.
Having gained entry into the home, I then hid the landscaping rock I'd used to break in under one of the living room chairs. Then we walked to one of the bedrooms in the back where there was a computer.
Eric explained that he was going to log on to his coworker's account and mess it up (that this could likely have been done from most any computer never seemed to occur to us). After Eric changed their account, I told him he should also change their password to something really random, so they wouldn't even be able to log back into it. He did.
We were ready to leave and we heard voices in the house. Eric explained that they were having a dinner party elsewhere in the house, but we could still easily escape. We then produced costumes--costumes we each respectively wore to a 2010 Halloween party in real life--and put them on. I was the Mad Hatter and he was a rock star.
We casually walked back through the house, joining the party along the way. People talked to us, asked about our costumes, but never suspected that we weren't supposed to be there.
My last memory is being back in my own car, alone, driving home. (I can specifically remember passing a local seafood restaurant on my way). I was stricken with terror. Why did we break into someone's house?! They'd catch us eventually. I'd go to jail--and I didn't even know why I'd done it!
Then I was watching Conan and they were playing a clip of our break-in on the show.
My friend Eric casually explained to me that he was going to break into the home of one of his coworkers, and he needed my help (I don't know any of his coworkers, so this isn't based on anyone real.)
We showed up at their house early one evening before it was even dark. They family was not at home, as we had been counting on. Their house was huge; more like a mansion, really. Our first obstacle to getting in was a large, iron fence with some very fierce-looking dobermans behind it.
We somehow made it over the fence and past the dogs...my memory of this is jus a blur of running for our lives and jumping over things. We ended up on an elaborate patio behind the house. There were large sliding glass doors that led into the house. Eric was trying to decide how to pick the lock when I calmly walked over, picked up a landscaping brick from the nearby flowerbed, and threw it through the glass.
Having gained entry into the home, I then hid the landscaping rock I'd used to break in under one of the living room chairs. Then we walked to one of the bedrooms in the back where there was a computer.
Eric explained that he was going to log on to his coworker's account and mess it up (that this could likely have been done from most any computer never seemed to occur to us). After Eric changed their account, I told him he should also change their password to something really random, so they wouldn't even be able to log back into it. He did.
We were ready to leave and we heard voices in the house. Eric explained that they were having a dinner party elsewhere in the house, but we could still easily escape. We then produced costumes--costumes we each respectively wore to a 2010 Halloween party in real life--and put them on. I was the Mad Hatter and he was a rock star.
We casually walked back through the house, joining the party along the way. People talked to us, asked about our costumes, but never suspected that we weren't supposed to be there.
My last memory is being back in my own car, alone, driving home. (I can specifically remember passing a local seafood restaurant on my way). I was stricken with terror. Why did we break into someone's house?! They'd catch us eventually. I'd go to jail--and I didn't even know why I'd done it!
Then I was watching Conan and they were playing a clip of our break-in on the show.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wiig, Ancient Egypt, and TMBG
MORNING OF JANUARY 24, 2012
Eric and Brandon and I were in what looked like some kind of mall. We were talking about a new TV series that starred comic actress Kristin Wiig. I could "see" the show in my head as we discussed it. The theme was sort of a comedy-adventure, very much in the style of Indiana Jones, with Wiig as the main character.
One kiosk in the mall sold calendars, and we saw a calendar based on this show. Every month had a pin-up style, sexy picture of Wiig (some of them even a bit racy). Don't get me wrong, Kristin Wiig is an attractive woman, but she was abnormally sexy in this pictures, much more so than in real life.
At another kiosk, a man was selling custom crafted watches and jewelry that were made to look like ancient Egyptian relics. He said these, too, were inspired by this new TV show, because some of the characters adventures took place in Egypt. The man showed Brandon and I one clock in particular, an especially large pocket watch with a casing that looked like a giant insect fossilized in amber. When he wound it up (I can remember how dirty his hands looked), the timepiece made a loud clacking noise and the bug seemed to come to life inside the amber. It was a little unsettling. We also found it odd that, despite being hand-crafted, these watches were only around $13-$14 each.
Finally, we all ended up going to a bar inside the mall where we knew my favorite band, They Might Be Giants, would be performing. I remember sitting down at the actual bar (not something I'm accustomed to, as I don't drink), and TMBG performed standing right behind it, where a bartender would normally stand (don't ask me how they fir the whole band back there).
Eric and Brandon and I were in what looked like some kind of mall. We were talking about a new TV series that starred comic actress Kristin Wiig. I could "see" the show in my head as we discussed it. The theme was sort of a comedy-adventure, very much in the style of Indiana Jones, with Wiig as the main character.
One kiosk in the mall sold calendars, and we saw a calendar based on this show. Every month had a pin-up style, sexy picture of Wiig (some of them even a bit racy). Don't get me wrong, Kristin Wiig is an attractive woman, but she was abnormally sexy in this pictures, much more so than in real life.
At another kiosk, a man was selling custom crafted watches and jewelry that were made to look like ancient Egyptian relics. He said these, too, were inspired by this new TV show, because some of the characters adventures took place in Egypt. The man showed Brandon and I one clock in particular, an especially large pocket watch with a casing that looked like a giant insect fossilized in amber. When he wound it up (I can remember how dirty his hands looked), the timepiece made a loud clacking noise and the bug seemed to come to life inside the amber. It was a little unsettling. We also found it odd that, despite being hand-crafted, these watches were only around $13-$14 each.
Finally, we all ended up going to a bar inside the mall where we knew my favorite band, They Might Be Giants, would be performing. I remember sitting down at the actual bar (not something I'm accustomed to, as I don't drink), and TMBG performed standing right behind it, where a bartender would normally stand (don't ask me how they fir the whole band back there).
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
