MORNING OF NOVEMBER 17, 2008
This dream is so largely influenced by entertainment/the media that it's almost embarrassing.
I first remember watching some fictional scene from the U.S. version of The Office on TV. The only part I remember is Pam was sitting in a chair alone in the middle of a desert. She was giving some sad-sack monologue having something to do with her engagement to Jim.
Then I remember someone came in the room and handed me a newspaper. There were two large, color pictures on the front page, each relating to a different headline. One picture was a still from the movie WALL-E, accompanying a story about the movie's release on DVD this Tuesday (which is a true to life fact).
The other picture was of two huge, colorful, Muppet-style monsters. The article was about some play they were featured in (sort of an Avenue Q type thing).
I got up to go use the bathroom and on my way noticed a picture hanging on my wall that I had supposedly only recently hung there (I don't know if I hung it in a forgotten, earlier portion of the dream of my subconscious just created this memory on the spot). The picture was a print of what looked like some classic painting from the renaissance.
While examining the art, I also remembered that on the back of it was an original sketch of some cartoon pin-up girl, supposedly by one of the old pin-up artists of days gone by. I wondered why I had decided to hang the print and not the original sketch. Then I realized I couldn't remember the artist's name, so I googled it and found a blog that was full of his sketches, including the one on the reverse of my framed print. All of this was fictional and not based on any real artwork.
Then I was at what looked to be some sort of outdoor concert or festival. It was after dark, and I, along with many others, was seated on the stage (we were not part of the entertainment--they just had seats on the stage as well as on the ground for some reason).
Will Ferrell was the emcee of this event, and I recall him rambling stuff at a microphone nearby. As he rambled, I noticed a little replica of a castle tower, roughly as tall as I was. There were several "windows" up and down the tower, and each one was stuffed with small teddy bears. You could press buttons on each teddy bear and, as you heard gears turning and switching inside, they would stretch and distort into whatever shape and size you wanted them to be in.
I "customized" two or three of the bears, and the last one I made as short and squat as could. Will Ferrell, still announcing at the microphone, noticed the squat bear, picked it up, and then began making midget bear jokes. Someone suggested he sing that midget song from Walk Hard, a movie he was not in.
Then Will joined those of us who were seated and we were all looking out into the sky when two or three passenger jets began flying extremely near the ground. It was so loud one could hardly hear anything else, and it was quite scary as well! Two of them nearly crashed head-on, pulling up just in the nick of time. One of the wings came so close to our stage it nearly hit it, and I jumped back. Will Ferrell laughed at me for jumping back and said something like, "Yeah, if the plane had crashed into the stage, we'd all be dead, but you'd still be alive because you scooted back a few inches!"
Monday, November 17, 2008
A Recognizable Tune?
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 16, 2008
Eric and I were entering what looked like a high school cafeteria. I remember sitting a the long table eating bland food from a tray. As we ate, we were treated to live entertainment from a classical pianist.
As the man played his classical arrangements, Eric turned to me at one point and said, "I remember this song. They used it in Ratatouille." (Referring to the movie, not the dish, of course...ha ha). In real life nothing like what I was hearing in the dream could be found on the Ratatouille soundtrack, but in the dream I did recognize it. I could hear the music very specifcially, but it's no tune I'm really aware of.
Eric and I were entering what looked like a high school cafeteria. I remember sitting a the long table eating bland food from a tray. As we ate, we were treated to live entertainment from a classical pianist.
As the man played his classical arrangements, Eric turned to me at one point and said, "I remember this song. They used it in Ratatouille." (Referring to the movie, not the dish, of course...ha ha). In real life nothing like what I was hearing in the dream could be found on the Ratatouille soundtrack, but in the dream I did recognize it. I could hear the music very specifcially, but it's no tune I'm really aware of.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Forgetful Shopping
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 13, 2008
I made a trip to Wal-Mart to because there was some necessary item I needed right away. There were a couple of other things I meant to pick up while I was there. (I can't remember what any of these items were anymore).
I have memories of walking through the store, seeing different things on the shelves..visually it was very vivid and realistic, but I can't recall many of the details specifically. I know there were some odd toys on one aisle that I stopped to look at (superhero action figures of some kind if I'm not mistaken). There was a grocery section with food...I know I remember cereal boxes. I remember a sale rack of Halloween costumes, and a cute girl dressed like a Halloween witch happened to walk by while I was looking at them. Some other costumed people soon followed her. I wondered if there was some kind of convention, and sort of wanted to go after them...
I did follow them to a certain section of the store, but I no longer remember seeing them after this point. I do remember this section of the store had a lot of Disney-related products. I especially saw a lot of Winnie the Pooh stuff.
Eventually I got home, and it was very early in the morning. I realized that while at the store I had picked up all the items that I was going to grab "just since I was there anyway", but had forgotten to pick up the one item for which I'd gone to the trouble of going in the first place. This, of course, was irritating.
I went into the bathroom and saw in the mirror that something was wrong with my shirt, which was my Muppets "Save the Animal" T-shirt. (Since this is an actual T-shirt I own, and I just happened to be wearing it in the dream, we'll not officially count this one as one of my strangely recurring dreams about random T-shirts).
The shirt seemed to be "rotting" away in some places, but instead of just leaving a hole, the worn away places revealed a silvery-gray surface that looked like the smooth side of duct tape. It was as though the whole shirt was made of this, and the tearing of the fabric just left if visible. I was very confused.
Finally, I have a memory of sitting in a room talking to two guys, both of them fictional. One of them, an overweight fellow, was really troubled about something and he wanted to talk to the two of us about it. The other guy, however, began berating this guy and telling him he didn't want to hear it, so the overweight dude left the room. I felt sorry for him, and was quite angered by the other guy's inexplicable rudeness.
I made a trip to Wal-Mart to because there was some necessary item I needed right away. There were a couple of other things I meant to pick up while I was there. (I can't remember what any of these items were anymore).
I have memories of walking through the store, seeing different things on the shelves..visually it was very vivid and realistic, but I can't recall many of the details specifically. I know there were some odd toys on one aisle that I stopped to look at (superhero action figures of some kind if I'm not mistaken). There was a grocery section with food...I know I remember cereal boxes. I remember a sale rack of Halloween costumes, and a cute girl dressed like a Halloween witch happened to walk by while I was looking at them. Some other costumed people soon followed her. I wondered if there was some kind of convention, and sort of wanted to go after them...
I did follow them to a certain section of the store, but I no longer remember seeing them after this point. I do remember this section of the store had a lot of Disney-related products. I especially saw a lot of Winnie the Pooh stuff.
Eventually I got home, and it was very early in the morning. I realized that while at the store I had picked up all the items that I was going to grab "just since I was there anyway", but had forgotten to pick up the one item for which I'd gone to the trouble of going in the first place. This, of course, was irritating.
I went into the bathroom and saw in the mirror that something was wrong with my shirt, which was my Muppets "Save the Animal" T-shirt. (Since this is an actual T-shirt I own, and I just happened to be wearing it in the dream, we'll not officially count this one as one of my strangely recurring dreams about random T-shirts).
The shirt seemed to be "rotting" away in some places, but instead of just leaving a hole, the worn away places revealed a silvery-gray surface that looked like the smooth side of duct tape. It was as though the whole shirt was made of this, and the tearing of the fabric just left if visible. I was very confused.
Finally, I have a memory of sitting in a room talking to two guys, both of them fictional. One of them, an overweight fellow, was really troubled about something and he wanted to talk to the two of us about it. The other guy, however, began berating this guy and telling him he didn't want to hear it, so the overweight dude left the room. I felt sorry for him, and was quite angered by the other guy's inexplicable rudeness.
Work Assignments With a Cocker Spaniel
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 12, 2008
Very few really clear memories in this one. There's a hodge-podge of scenes in which one of my bosses called me from work telling me of some redundant last minute work that had to be re-done and ready first thing in the morning. I knew that basically would require going in to work in the middle of the night to have it done (this manner of business is not the norm, so it was particularly irksome in the dream).
My next memory is being at work very early, sometimes shortly after sunrise. It looked recognizably like my place of employment, but at the same time looked a little bit like a home. My own living room couch was in one room, and the 15 year-old family dog, Einstein, who actually lives with my parents and not me, was there.
I was sitting on the couch petting Einstein in my lap (he's not a house dog, yet this was not abnormal in the dream). Suddenly I remembered that last-minute assignment which should have been ready by now and instead had been ignored entirely. I got off the couch and went into another room to panic over it.
Normally it would be expected for Einstein to follow me wherever I went, and so I very soon took notice that he was not at my feet. I looked back and saw he remained just lying on the couch.
Very few really clear memories in this one. There's a hodge-podge of scenes in which one of my bosses called me from work telling me of some redundant last minute work that had to be re-done and ready first thing in the morning. I knew that basically would require going in to work in the middle of the night to have it done (this manner of business is not the norm, so it was particularly irksome in the dream).
My next memory is being at work very early, sometimes shortly after sunrise. It looked recognizably like my place of employment, but at the same time looked a little bit like a home. My own living room couch was in one room, and the 15 year-old family dog, Einstein, who actually lives with my parents and not me, was there.
I was sitting on the couch petting Einstein in my lap (he's not a house dog, yet this was not abnormal in the dream). Suddenly I remembered that last-minute assignment which should have been ready by now and instead had been ignored entirely. I got off the couch and went into another room to panic over it.
Normally it would be expected for Einstein to follow me wherever I went, and so I very soon took notice that he was not at my feet. I looked back and saw he remained just lying on the couch.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Snake Bite
MORNING OF OCTOBER 30, 2008
I was in a church service in a completely fictional location, with completely fictional people. Suddenly I noticed a snake crawl up onto the steps near the pulpit. It wasn't one of those wacky "snake handling" churches you hear of; I clearly knew the snake was not supposed to be there. However, it seemed no one else on the platform or in the congregation noticed it or payed any attention to it.
Somehow I decided it fell to me to go and stop the snake before it got anyway, and for some reason I wasn't even scared of it (beyond just a little adrenaline at the anticipation of picking it up before it could strike or crawl away). I just walked up to the steps and quickly grabbed the snake--a rattlesnake--into my hands. It quickly maneuvered it's head and bit into the side of my right hand. I could very realistically feel--can still feel--the pressure of it's jaws and it's teeth sinking into my flesh.
I shook my hand, trying to get the snake free, and finally succeeded in flinging it off, and it went crawling away. My parents were somewhere around and I went and asked them if I should go to the hospital (um...duh). But my mom suggested I just wash the wound out so it wouldn't get infected, and then wait and see if I felt sick before going to the hospital about it.
So I went and washed the wound thoroughly (it didn't even hurt much anymore). Then I remember I saw my friend Eric and we went outside. The next thing I know where were walking down a dirt road in the woods--it very much looked like a dirt road through the woods that existed in an undeveloped part of a neighborhood I lived in during my teen years. Occasionally I would remember that a snake had bitten me earlier, and think, "Well, I'm not sick or dead yet, so maybe I'm going to be OK."
I was in a church service in a completely fictional location, with completely fictional people. Suddenly I noticed a snake crawl up onto the steps near the pulpit. It wasn't one of those wacky "snake handling" churches you hear of; I clearly knew the snake was not supposed to be there. However, it seemed no one else on the platform or in the congregation noticed it or payed any attention to it.
Somehow I decided it fell to me to go and stop the snake before it got anyway, and for some reason I wasn't even scared of it (beyond just a little adrenaline at the anticipation of picking it up before it could strike or crawl away). I just walked up to the steps and quickly grabbed the snake--a rattlesnake--into my hands. It quickly maneuvered it's head and bit into the side of my right hand. I could very realistically feel--can still feel--the pressure of it's jaws and it's teeth sinking into my flesh.
I shook my hand, trying to get the snake free, and finally succeeded in flinging it off, and it went crawling away. My parents were somewhere around and I went and asked them if I should go to the hospital (um...duh). But my mom suggested I just wash the wound out so it wouldn't get infected, and then wait and see if I felt sick before going to the hospital about it.
So I went and washed the wound thoroughly (it didn't even hurt much anymore). Then I remember I saw my friend Eric and we went outside. The next thing I know where were walking down a dirt road in the woods--it very much looked like a dirt road through the woods that existed in an undeveloped part of a neighborhood I lived in during my teen years. Occasionally I would remember that a snake had bitten me earlier, and think, "Well, I'm not sick or dead yet, so maybe I'm going to be OK."
Monday, October 27, 2008
The Joker's On Me
MORNING OF OCTOBER 27, 2008
First I remember I was hiking through a beautiful, lush countryside with a couple of friends (upon waking I can't recall clearly who they were). We were enjoying the hike, but were hungry, and had begun discussing what we'd like to eat when we were through. Someone said something about hot dogs, and though I fairly seldom eat them, that sounded really good at this particular time.
We came upon a large body of water, presumably a lake. There was a small wooden boat tied to the shore with a single oar lying in it. Now there was inexplicably only one friend with me and the two of us somehow knew we had to go across the water to get to where the food would be available on the other side.
Neither of us were very experienced boaters, so we were a bit awkward and nervous with the ordeal. But we finally managed to set sail in the rickety vessel, and our awkward paddling is the last thing I remember at this point.
My next clear memory (I don't know if it came later in this dream or was a separate feature) involves me being in a toy store. I found a fluffy, gray kitten playing on the floor at the base of one of the shelves. I began playing with the kitten, and, as it seems to go with small animals, it quickly won my heart.
Things changed with no notice whatsoever, and now the kitten was a little girl, only a toddler, who was following me around the store. It's as if I'd found her with no parents or guardians (similar to how I really had found the kitten all alone just before). I was now wandering through the toy store with her, trying to help her locate her family. She was very calm about the whole thing, and was really quite giddy and playful.
My search for her family led me through a door in the store which entered into a huge area that was basically a home repair store like a Home Depot or a Lowe's. I had left the girl behind in the toy store, but continued to search for her parents in the new store.
I noticed right away that it seemed to be vacant. I couldn't see or hear any customers, but the place definitely looked to be open for business. Then I heard some shuffling noises and I turned the corner down one aisle to see the Joker--the Heath Ledger Joker from The Dark Knight--pushing a shopping cart down one of the aisles.
His cart was partially filled with a variety of implements, none of which are clear to my memory. He was muttering to himself as he shuffled along. He saw me when I saw him, but did nothing to acknowledge it. I ducked back around the corner, beginning to feel a panic rising in me.
As quickly and quietly as possible I backtracked my way down the aisles, determined to get out of this store and back to the toy store before I had any other interaction with the Joker. Hopefully when I was back with a crowd of people we could call for help.
When I rounded a corner coming on to another aisle, the Joker was waiting, just standing there facing me, his hands casually behind his back and his shopping cart a few feet behind him. He began to speak, but I woke up.
First I remember I was hiking through a beautiful, lush countryside with a couple of friends (upon waking I can't recall clearly who they were). We were enjoying the hike, but were hungry, and had begun discussing what we'd like to eat when we were through. Someone said something about hot dogs, and though I fairly seldom eat them, that sounded really good at this particular time.
We came upon a large body of water, presumably a lake. There was a small wooden boat tied to the shore with a single oar lying in it. Now there was inexplicably only one friend with me and the two of us somehow knew we had to go across the water to get to where the food would be available on the other side.
Neither of us were very experienced boaters, so we were a bit awkward and nervous with the ordeal. But we finally managed to set sail in the rickety vessel, and our awkward paddling is the last thing I remember at this point.
My next clear memory (I don't know if it came later in this dream or was a separate feature) involves me being in a toy store. I found a fluffy, gray kitten playing on the floor at the base of one of the shelves. I began playing with the kitten, and, as it seems to go with small animals, it quickly won my heart.
Things changed with no notice whatsoever, and now the kitten was a little girl, only a toddler, who was following me around the store. It's as if I'd found her with no parents or guardians (similar to how I really had found the kitten all alone just before). I was now wandering through the toy store with her, trying to help her locate her family. She was very calm about the whole thing, and was really quite giddy and playful.
My search for her family led me through a door in the store which entered into a huge area that was basically a home repair store like a Home Depot or a Lowe's. I had left the girl behind in the toy store, but continued to search for her parents in the new store.
I noticed right away that it seemed to be vacant. I couldn't see or hear any customers, but the place definitely looked to be open for business. Then I heard some shuffling noises and I turned the corner down one aisle to see the Joker--the Heath Ledger Joker from The Dark Knight--pushing a shopping cart down one of the aisles.
His cart was partially filled with a variety of implements, none of which are clear to my memory. He was muttering to himself as he shuffled along. He saw me when I saw him, but did nothing to acknowledge it. I ducked back around the corner, beginning to feel a panic rising in me.
As quickly and quietly as possible I backtracked my way down the aisles, determined to get out of this store and back to the toy store before I had any other interaction with the Joker. Hopefully when I was back with a crowd of people we could call for help.
When I rounded a corner coming on to another aisle, the Joker was waiting, just standing there facing me, his hands casually behind his back and his shopping cart a few feet behind him. He began to speak, but I woke up.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Largely Inspired By Peanuts
MORNING OF OCTOBER 26, 2008
Last night in real life I attended the Halloween party of the movie group some friends and I are members of. In my dream, most of the group were together again, still in costumes, only instead of the party we were at some sort of movie festival.
As were were preparing to enter one of the venues to see a movie, I saw a T-shirt stand and stopped to look them over. Some of the designs were very straightforward, bearing the logo of whatever festival this was. Others were really weird and unusual designs. One of the designs incorporated the Peanuts characters, and I, naturally, was drawn to it.
As I was looking at this, the dream sort of changed to where I was looking at the comics section in a newspaper. While I can no longer remember the specifics in the waking world, I was actually reading and comprehending several of the strips in the dream (real strips, in the order they appear in the local paper...Beetle Bailey, Blondie etc.) My parents were in the same room, occasionally speaking to me as I tried to read.
Then I noticed a flyer insert in the paper. It was printed on red paper, and when I examined it I realized it was a portion of a novel as supposedly written by Snoopy. Anyone who's familiar at all with Peanuts will know Snoopy regularly tried to be a writer, usually beginning with the line, "It was a dark and stormy night...", and never getting much further. Well, the thing I was reading was supposed to show what would have happened if he'd ever finished a story. Reading it is the last thing I remember.
Last night in real life I attended the Halloween party of the movie group some friends and I are members of. In my dream, most of the group were together again, still in costumes, only instead of the party we were at some sort of movie festival.
As were were preparing to enter one of the venues to see a movie, I saw a T-shirt stand and stopped to look them over. Some of the designs were very straightforward, bearing the logo of whatever festival this was. Others were really weird and unusual designs. One of the designs incorporated the Peanuts characters, and I, naturally, was drawn to it.
As I was looking at this, the dream sort of changed to where I was looking at the comics section in a newspaper. While I can no longer remember the specifics in the waking world, I was actually reading and comprehending several of the strips in the dream (real strips, in the order they appear in the local paper...Beetle Bailey, Blondie etc.) My parents were in the same room, occasionally speaking to me as I tried to read.
Then I noticed a flyer insert in the paper. It was printed on red paper, and when I examined it I realized it was a portion of a novel as supposedly written by Snoopy. Anyone who's familiar at all with Peanuts will know Snoopy regularly tried to be a writer, usually beginning with the line, "It was a dark and stormy night...", and never getting much further. Well, the thing I was reading was supposed to show what would have happened if he'd ever finished a story. Reading it is the last thing I remember.
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