Sunday, February 28, 2010
Richard and I were watching an episode of The Simpsons (odd, because he doesn't really watch that show). It seems like we were watching it in segments, with other stuff going on during the time in-between. It was, at least in my memory, a very non-linear dream.
There was a lot to do with us riding to-and-fro in a car (I think a taxi) in the downtown area of a small, fictional city. In fact, we may have even been watching the TV show from inside the vehicle...or else we were catching it in segments at the different places we were stopping. Like I said: a non-linear dream.
The clearest memory I have from all this jumbled mess of memory is that we stopped somewhere and met a really annoying girl. We recognized her as an acquaintance, but I don't know how. She was very tall (maybe around 6 feet) and slightly overweight. Her appearance was a bit slovenly, wearing a T-shirt and sweats with unkempt hair and unflattering glasses.
When this girl found out we were watching an episode of The Simpsons, she talked on and on about it. Not in the way in which it's enjoyable to talk to someone who shares an interest in something you like--she was just overly-geeky and annoying about it.
My final memory had something to do with being left alone with the girl and feeling somewhat uncomfortable about it.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I remember my dad driving me to school early one morning. It was all very much as it really used to be in the early high school, pre-car days, when he or mom would always drop me off. Of course, in the dream, everyone was their current age. We were having a very specific conversation, though I can't for the life of me recall what it was. There now. Wasn't that worth documenting?
Monday, February 22, 2010
It got later and later as we stood out there. One by one, people began to leave. I remember saying goodbye to Lisa. As she drove off, I wondered if it wasn't time for me to go as well. Then I realized I had to get my car back from the valet--yes, valet--at this greasy spoon cafe! It took forever for them to bring my car around. Eventually I saw them pulling up with it--only to realize it wasn't my car at all, but some celebrity's car, as the valet explained to me (I can't remember whose). He began filling it with said star's luggage.
Monday, February 8, 2010
My parents lived in a really huge house and for some reason I was going to have to move home with them. There were two really large rooms upstairs that conjoined, and they said I could turn them into my "apartment".
Sunday, February 7, 2010
As I type this, some friends and I have plans to attend an event at which author extraordinaire, Neil Gaiman, will be speaking on February 18th. We're all excited about it, and it obviously inspired this dream:
Neil Gaiman was in town for his speaking engagement, and for some reason I was hanging out with him. More or less like I was his "host" for the day. I have vague memories of the two of us just talking, and being really impressed that he was just a very funny and affable person.
My one disappointment was that I had forgotten to bring a copy of any of my Neil Gaiman books for him to sign for me. His solution to this problem was that we'd stop by the local bookstore and buy a copy of one. So my next memory is of being in the bookstore. He was the first to locate a copy of Neverwhere, which is my favorite of his novels. I was looking around for other various ones of his books as well.
Eventually I remember him signing the Neverwhere book and he signed a ceramic mug that somehow was tied in with something of his.
Later I was in my car, which was for some reason the old Chevrolet Corsica that was my actual first vehicle. I'd just parked somewhere, and was going to remove my newly signed book and mug from the backseat. They were in a paper sack, and the mug slipped out and fell as I was removing it. Only one chip came out of the mug when it cracked against the ground, but, naturally, the chip was from the part with the autograph.
I vaguely remember going into some store nearby and looking for superglue with which I could attempt to fix the mug. I got in line with a tube of the stuff but as I was waiting I realized it was actually a type of lip balm, so I had to go back and keep looking for superglue.
Note: It turns out Neil Gaiman didn't sign anything at the actual event...which was okay, because I knew it was a long shot with a crowd that huge. It did turn out to be a great night, though, as briefly reviewed on my other blog.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
It was the end of the world, but it was taking more or less the course of one full day to come to an end. On the TV you could see the mass destruction in various parts of the country and the world at large. Everyone knew that, at the end of the day, Jesus would come back to make it final.
While this was unavoidably a somewhat nervy situation, I was surprisingly calm about it. I think there was some sort of comfort in knowing that the whole "story" was ending tonight--it wasn't just me being "written out of it".
At one point I was standing in the front yard of what looked like my grandmother's house. Eric and several other friend and family were gathered around. We were watching meteors falling from the sky. Suddenly one of them fell right into the trees near us and it was very loud and earth-shaking. That really got the heart pumping, and I believe I woke up.
There were other dreams later. In one of them I was camping out with some girl in a van or RV or something (camping in an RV is something I've never done, so who knows where this came from). She and I were all bundled up to sleep for the night, but I said something that made her mad (I don't remember what). We got into an argument, and she left the vehicle.
In yet another dream, I went some store with Eric. They had black cat jewelry charms, and for some reason, he wanted one! Eric doesn't really even where jewelry, let alone charms--so even in the dream I was a little confused as to why he suddenly wanted this cat charm.
Then I went into a restaurant at lunchtime. I ordered a weird sandwich they offered--some kind of turkey bologna or something! The bread for the sandwich was very long and rectangular. They just piled all the ingredients and condiments on top, then rolled the bread up like a burrito of sorts. It was kind of gross, but for some reason I wanted it.
I met with Eric and Melissa after this. I'd apparently gotten them sandwiches as well, and Eric wouldn't eat his. I vaguely remember talking in the car with them for a bit.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I stepped out of my apartment late one night and was looking at the beautiful stars above. At one point I used the Google Sky Map application on my phone to see the constellations.
Eventually I wanted to sit down, so I went to the bottom step of the stairs leading out of my apartment. One of my newer downstairs neighbors has taken to smoking there frequently, and always leaves her ashes all over the lower steps (much to my frustration). In the dream I had to sweep them all away before I could sit there.