MORNING OF JANUARY 4, 2012
In the dream, I was thinking about the comics and characters that I used to draw back in high school. I started sketching some of the characters from memory. I drew one picture of myself interviewing one of the characters, The Cat. It was designed to look like a job interview, with The Cat looking to become "employed" in comics I would draw again. Instead of a regular desk, I had sketched myself seated at a school desk, which was supposed to be a nod to the high school-era creations I was pondering.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Costume Dilemma
MORNING OF JANUARY 3, 2012
In real life, my most recent Halloween costume was Doctor Who (the 11th Doctor). In my dream, I was supposed to attend a party somewhere in costume. For some reason I first decided to go as either Jon Stewart from The Daily Show or Stephen Colbert from The Colbert Report. I seldom ever even catch these shows, so I have no idea where this came from.
I ultimately decided those would be pretty boring costumes (what, just a suit, basically?), so I decided to re-use my 11th Doctor costume from Halloween.
The rest of the dream consists of vague memories of being at the party, which seemed to be held in some sort of empty gym, like at a high school or something. For some reason I wasn't wearing my costume when I arrived, so I put it on in the bathroom once I was there. I remember talking to various people, and my friend Eric was there specifically.
Toward the end of the evening, I realized that I was wearing my glasses. Doctor Who does not wear glasses, and I had meant to wear contacts with the costume. As the night was nearly over, I decided it was pointless to make the change now.
In real life, my most recent Halloween costume was Doctor Who (the 11th Doctor). In my dream, I was supposed to attend a party somewhere in costume. For some reason I first decided to go as either Jon Stewart from The Daily Show or Stephen Colbert from The Colbert Report. I seldom ever even catch these shows, so I have no idea where this came from.
I ultimately decided those would be pretty boring costumes (what, just a suit, basically?), so I decided to re-use my 11th Doctor costume from Halloween.
The rest of the dream consists of vague memories of being at the party, which seemed to be held in some sort of empty gym, like at a high school or something. For some reason I wasn't wearing my costume when I arrived, so I put it on in the bathroom once I was there. I remember talking to various people, and my friend Eric was there specifically.
Toward the end of the evening, I realized that I was wearing my glasses. Doctor Who does not wear glasses, and I had meant to wear contacts with the costume. As the night was nearly over, I decided it was pointless to make the change now.
Monday, January 2, 2012
The Disney World Mall
MORNING OF JANUARY 2, 2012
My friend Brandon and I supposedly worked together and were apparently planning a trip to Disney World with some other, fictional co-workers. I remember I got there first and was supposed to meet the others later. I kept walking around inside what looked like a big mall, though it was supposed to be Disney World.
In this mall there was a store that sold nothing but Disney-related watches and clocks. One of the clocks displayed on the wall had a picture on its face of the really old-school black and white Mickey Mouse looking very angry. The clock was circular with a silver frame. For some reason, I especially wanted this one.
Eventually I knew it was time to meet one of the fictional coworkers who were supposed to be joining me here. I went into an area of the mall that resembled an airport and found him. He was about my age and behaved very strangely. He was obsessed with martial arts and swords, and this seemed to be the main thing he wanted to talk about.
We then met up with Brandon and continued walking through the Disney-mall. One attraction we passed was designed to look like an old-timey movie theater. Guests would sit in the seats, which were attached to a rotating platform. The platform would move the seats under a spotlight, which somehow made all the people in the seats appear to be dressed in clothing that made them resemble people from the early 20th century. A souvenir picture was taken, and that seemed to be the sole point of it all.
After observing this for a little while, we moved on to other areas. I can't remember exactly what happened for the rest of the dream, except that it began to feel more and more like a movie, like we were part of some actual adventure. It seems we did something to stop a villain of some sort. The last scene in the dream actually was of a movie, which I was sitting in a theater watching. A character--a CG groundhog of some sort--announced that the main villain had not really been defeated, but was preparing a counter-attack. It ended with "to be continued" on the screen.
My friend Brandon and I supposedly worked together and were apparently planning a trip to Disney World with some other, fictional co-workers. I remember I got there first and was supposed to meet the others later. I kept walking around inside what looked like a big mall, though it was supposed to be Disney World.
In this mall there was a store that sold nothing but Disney-related watches and clocks. One of the clocks displayed on the wall had a picture on its face of the really old-school black and white Mickey Mouse looking very angry. The clock was circular with a silver frame. For some reason, I especially wanted this one.
Eventually I knew it was time to meet one of the fictional coworkers who were supposed to be joining me here. I went into an area of the mall that resembled an airport and found him. He was about my age and behaved very strangely. He was obsessed with martial arts and swords, and this seemed to be the main thing he wanted to talk about.
We then met up with Brandon and continued walking through the Disney-mall. One attraction we passed was designed to look like an old-timey movie theater. Guests would sit in the seats, which were attached to a rotating platform. The platform would move the seats under a spotlight, which somehow made all the people in the seats appear to be dressed in clothing that made them resemble people from the early 20th century. A souvenir picture was taken, and that seemed to be the sole point of it all.
After observing this for a little while, we moved on to other areas. I can't remember exactly what happened for the rest of the dream, except that it began to feel more and more like a movie, like we were part of some actual adventure. It seems we did something to stop a villain of some sort. The last scene in the dream actually was of a movie, which I was sitting in a theater watching. A character--a CG groundhog of some sort--announced that the main villain had not really been defeated, but was preparing a counter-attack. It ended with "to be continued" on the screen.
Annoying the Neighbor
MORNING OF JANUARY 1, 2012
Ashely and I were in her apartment on night when she said she wanted to show me something outside. We stepped out the door and around the corner where there was a large window which looked in on her neighbor's living room. You could clearly see a man sitting in a recliner watching TV. Ashley began tapping on the windows and making noises, then hiding out of view whenever the man would look out the window to see what said noises were. For some reason we found this greatly amusing.
Ashely and I were in her apartment on night when she said she wanted to show me something outside. We stepped out the door and around the corner where there was a large window which looked in on her neighbor's living room. You could clearly see a man sitting in a recliner watching TV. Ashley began tapping on the windows and making noises, then hiding out of view whenever the man would look out the window to see what said noises were. For some reason we found this greatly amusing.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Harley & Ivy on Campus
MORNING OF DECEMBER 13, 2011
I remember signing up for a class at a fictional local college. Eric was going to attend with me. We arrived on campus one day to find it unusually empty. As we traversed the sidewalk between two buildings, we came upon two girls who were fighting.
Rather than attempt to stop the fight, we just watched. And it wasn't a "sexy" girl fight, but a real, genuine, nasty fight. One girl was shorter, with auburn colored hair and the other was slightly taller with blonde hair. It occurred to me that the girls looked and acted a little like the Batman villains Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn in street clothes. This being a dream, they more or less took on those personae after this point.
Before we got to class, I remember a professor stopping us and telling us that he was a professional dog trainer who would be offering classes. I told him I didn't have a dog, but my parents' had just gotten a new puppy (which is true). When he found out their dog was a cockapoo, he explained to me that they were supposedly very smart and trainable, and recommended I attend the class for free.
I vaguely remember entering the huge classroom, which was mostly full. The seats and desks were in the elevated "stadium" style, and I had to sit in the floor near the top. Even then, people were still filing in.
My next clear memory is after the class. Eric and I were in some kind of gift shop on campus. I heard a commotion and found the "Posion Ivy" and "Harley Quinn" girl were in a new argument. Ivy was trying to apologize for the earlier fight, but Harley wouldn't have it. She pointed out that Ivy was holding a silver hammer, and she didn't trust her, though Ivy swore the hammer wasn't for her.
Harley grabbed the hammer away from Ivy and walked over to return it to some nearby shelves where many types of tools and hardware were displayed for sale. Ivy sneaked up behind her, grabbed a length of chain from the shelves, and suddenly began choking her with it!
About this time Eric walked up, trying to tell me something. I just shushed him and directed his attention to the nearby commotion.
I remember signing up for a class at a fictional local college. Eric was going to attend with me. We arrived on campus one day to find it unusually empty. As we traversed the sidewalk between two buildings, we came upon two girls who were fighting.
Rather than attempt to stop the fight, we just watched. And it wasn't a "sexy" girl fight, but a real, genuine, nasty fight. One girl was shorter, with auburn colored hair and the other was slightly taller with blonde hair. It occurred to me that the girls looked and acted a little like the Batman villains Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn in street clothes. This being a dream, they more or less took on those personae after this point.
Before we got to class, I remember a professor stopping us and telling us that he was a professional dog trainer who would be offering classes. I told him I didn't have a dog, but my parents' had just gotten a new puppy (which is true). When he found out their dog was a cockapoo, he explained to me that they were supposedly very smart and trainable, and recommended I attend the class for free.
I vaguely remember entering the huge classroom, which was mostly full. The seats and desks were in the elevated "stadium" style, and I had to sit in the floor near the top. Even then, people were still filing in.
My next clear memory is after the class. Eric and I were in some kind of gift shop on campus. I heard a commotion and found the "Posion Ivy" and "Harley Quinn" girl were in a new argument. Ivy was trying to apologize for the earlier fight, but Harley wouldn't have it. She pointed out that Ivy was holding a silver hammer, and she didn't trust her, though Ivy swore the hammer wasn't for her.
Harley grabbed the hammer away from Ivy and walked over to return it to some nearby shelves where many types of tools and hardware were displayed for sale. Ivy sneaked up behind her, grabbed a length of chain from the shelves, and suddenly began choking her with it!
About this time Eric walked up, trying to tell me something. I just shushed him and directed his attention to the nearby commotion.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Artistic Insecurity
MORNING OF DECEMBER 12, 2011
This dream is the most transparent manifestation of my creative insecurities that one could ever imagine. I'm sharing it anyway.
Someone was publishing a book of cartoon pin-up art which would consist of submissions received from various cartoonists on the internet. One of the art communities I take part in heavily promoted it, so I sent in three different submissions, hoping one might make the book.
I received confirmation that indeed all three of my submissions would be used! I felt very happy. I remember going to a bookstore inside a mall to purchase my copy the day it was published. The clerk behind the counter said something snarky when I told him I had work in the book, but I can't remember what.
Then I sat down and looked through the book. I recognized many of the artists whose illustrations were featured. I found the three I had drawn, only to realize they had been re-drawn by another artist. The concept and general composition were the same as what I'd turned in, and indeed I had been credited for the ideas in their respective descriptions, but a much better artist had re-drawn it. Every single other piece of art in the book had been drawn by its original artist. How discouraging.
There was another part of this dream where I was walking a track at dawn, much as I usually do, only this track was sort of an amalgamation of all the ones I normally go to. There were one or two other people on the track as well. In real life, I only walk, but in the dream, I started jogging. I was amazed that I was holding up really well, and could keep jogging for many laps without a break.
There was a house across the street with an old man sitting on the porch. He began shouting out at the joggers and walkers, mocking us all.
This dream is the most transparent manifestation of my creative insecurities that one could ever imagine. I'm sharing it anyway.
Someone was publishing a book of cartoon pin-up art which would consist of submissions received from various cartoonists on the internet. One of the art communities I take part in heavily promoted it, so I sent in three different submissions, hoping one might make the book.
I received confirmation that indeed all three of my submissions would be used! I felt very happy. I remember going to a bookstore inside a mall to purchase my copy the day it was published. The clerk behind the counter said something snarky when I told him I had work in the book, but I can't remember what.
Then I sat down and looked through the book. I recognized many of the artists whose illustrations were featured. I found the three I had drawn, only to realize they had been re-drawn by another artist. The concept and general composition were the same as what I'd turned in, and indeed I had been credited for the ideas in their respective descriptions, but a much better artist had re-drawn it. Every single other piece of art in the book had been drawn by its original artist. How discouraging.
There was another part of this dream where I was walking a track at dawn, much as I usually do, only this track was sort of an amalgamation of all the ones I normally go to. There were one or two other people on the track as well. In real life, I only walk, but in the dream, I started jogging. I was amazed that I was holding up really well, and could keep jogging for many laps without a break.
There was a house across the street with an old man sitting on the porch. He began shouting out at the joggers and walkers, mocking us all.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Crick Circle
MORNING OF DECEMBER 3, 2011
There was an old, dirt road out in the woods. It came out in a sort of open field where it circled into a cul-de-sac. Around this cul-de-sac were a small handful of old, colonial-style houses. The whole area felt so ancient and deserted.
Some friends and I had parked our cars outside and were exploring one of the houses. There were a lot of random items inside, as though this had once been a general store or something similar. I specifically remember there were a lot of old, creepy toys.
At one point I took out my phone and was skimming Twitter. I saw a Twitter post from twitter-comedian Kelly Oxford that simply read, "I HATE Crick Circle." I immediately recognized that "Crick Circle" was the name of the dirt road these old houses were on. She'd attached a picture to the tweet which showed the outside of the very house my friends and I were in.
This creeped me out well and proper, but for some reason I stayed in the house, now trying to take pictures of things to tweet about it. I remember on old, tin "Snoopy" toy that started to move on it's own as I tried to get a good picture of it. Scary.
In a different dream I was dating a girl. I remember bits of an awkward date in which we attended a local, live show. There were folding chairs all over the room, but for some reason the two of us kept getting up and trying to find new seats in a different area. We were never satisfied with our seats. We ended up outside, standing beside one of our cars, talking.
There was an old, dirt road out in the woods. It came out in a sort of open field where it circled into a cul-de-sac. Around this cul-de-sac were a small handful of old, colonial-style houses. The whole area felt so ancient and deserted.
Some friends and I had parked our cars outside and were exploring one of the houses. There were a lot of random items inside, as though this had once been a general store or something similar. I specifically remember there were a lot of old, creepy toys.
At one point I took out my phone and was skimming Twitter. I saw a Twitter post from twitter-comedian Kelly Oxford that simply read, "I HATE Crick Circle." I immediately recognized that "Crick Circle" was the name of the dirt road these old houses were on. She'd attached a picture to the tweet which showed the outside of the very house my friends and I were in.
This creeped me out well and proper, but for some reason I stayed in the house, now trying to take pictures of things to tweet about it. I remember on old, tin "Snoopy" toy that started to move on it's own as I tried to get a good picture of it. Scary.
In a different dream I was dating a girl. I remember bits of an awkward date in which we attended a local, live show. There were folding chairs all over the room, but for some reason the two of us kept getting up and trying to find new seats in a different area. We were never satisfied with our seats. We ended up outside, standing beside one of our cars, talking.
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