MORNING OF AUGUST 12, 2009
Eric and I went out of town to some attend special entertainment-related event, more or less a Comic-Con type of thing (though I've never actually been to a Con). We were sitting in for one lecture about the (fictional) new season of Daria they were producing (that's a show I used to love back in the day).
They lady hosting the lecture asked a trivia question about the old show and Eric and I blurted out the answer simultaneously. We each got a Daria T-shirt as a reward, though I for some reason got two identical shirts instead of one. The shirts were black and featured all of the main cast drawn in "Chibi" style.
After this event we went to other parts of the "Con", though at this point our various misadventures are all a blur of vagueness to me. My next clear memory is at some point I noticed Eric was holding his Daria shirt from before and I realized I didn't have mine--I'd left them back in the original room of the lecture!
We went back to look for them, but the room was empty. No shirts left in my seat, and no representative to ask about it. I felt really disappointed that I'd actually won something kind of cool and immediately lost it, even if it was somewhat inconsequential in the long run.
My final memory is being back "home". Though one would assume we were staying in a hotel since we were out of town, the room I was in looked like the guest room I stay in when I visit my parents. I remember I felt like it had been a long day, and I really just wanted to take a shower.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
A Grouch at the Dental Bank
MORNING OF AUGUST 7, 2009
I was trying to make an appointment with a dentist (inspired by the recent lost of a filling that was covering a tiny chip on the top of a tooth--it doesn't hurt at all, so I've been lax in making an appointment to have it fixed). The dentist's office I went to looked exactly like a bank and nothing like a my dentist's office (or any other, I'm sure).
While I was in line waiting to make an appointment with the "teller", I noticed one wall had a glass case with a series of random and interesting items on display. One of them was an original, official "Oscar the Grouch" puppet, posed complete with trash can. I reminded myself to get a good look at it and snap a picture on my way out.
After speaking with the "teller", I vaguely remember her taking me to the back to speak to a dentist or hygienist or something. True to the bank motif, everything in the back was just offices with desks and chairs. No actual dentist's stuff anywhere.
My next memory is leaving the building. I was walking down the street away from the "bank" (which, on the outside, was a surprisingly shoddy little structure--a total mismatch with the spacious, posh interior). I suddenly remembered the Oscar puppet inside. I'd forgotten to get a look/snap a picture.
I debated for a moment whether it was worth the trouble to go back and decided it was. My last memory is that a lot of people were standing all around the glass display case when I went back in. I was hesitating, not wanting to ask them to move for me to take a picture.
I was trying to make an appointment with a dentist (inspired by the recent lost of a filling that was covering a tiny chip on the top of a tooth--it doesn't hurt at all, so I've been lax in making an appointment to have it fixed). The dentist's office I went to looked exactly like a bank and nothing like a my dentist's office (or any other, I'm sure).
While I was in line waiting to make an appointment with the "teller", I noticed one wall had a glass case with a series of random and interesting items on display. One of them was an original, official "Oscar the Grouch" puppet, posed complete with trash can. I reminded myself to get a good look at it and snap a picture on my way out.
After speaking with the "teller", I vaguely remember her taking me to the back to speak to a dentist or hygienist or something. True to the bank motif, everything in the back was just offices with desks and chairs. No actual dentist's stuff anywhere.
My next memory is leaving the building. I was walking down the street away from the "bank" (which, on the outside, was a surprisingly shoddy little structure--a total mismatch with the spacious, posh interior). I suddenly remembered the Oscar puppet inside. I'd forgotten to get a look/snap a picture.
I debated for a moment whether it was worth the trouble to go back and decided it was. My last memory is that a lot of people were standing all around the glass display case when I went back in. I was hesitating, not wanting to ask them to move for me to take a picture.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Tim Burton-y Play
MORNING OF AUGUST 5, 2009
I was going to attend some local production of a play, I think supposedly in the nearby city of Birmingham. For some reason an ex girlfriend was in the car with me (there was no specific emotion attached to this, negative or positive), and we were driving out of the neighborhood I lived in during my teenage years.
I had Regina Spektor's latest CD, Far, playing in the car (it's a CD that's been in regular rotation since it's release a few weeks ago). The songs in the dream were not real ones, except for I do recall hearing part of "Man of a Thousand Faces". My ex had not heard the CD and I was trying to play her the tracks I liked best.
We arrived at the venue for the play and we were a little bit late, as it had just started. I don't remember my ex being in the dream anymore at this point, but several of my friends and some of my family members were there. My dad was an usher, and he said it was good I could make it and took me to my seat, which was among other family members.
Also, it's worth noting, that Colin Powell (?!?!) was standing near the area where the ushers were! As random as this is, it was only a detail I noticed in passing.
The play in the dream was very much like a local production of "Sweeney Todd" some friends and I saw earlier this year. At one point I realized that Johnny Depp was actually playing the lead role in this play! And all at once it was no longer a typcial play, but we were all privy to a live prodcution of Tim Burton's latest movie (I don't know that it was supposed to be the actual Alice in Wonderland movie that's coming next year, but it was his "next movie" in the dream).
Then I remember leaving the play, or perhaps it was intermission or something. I spoke to my dad again. He felt obliged to tell me that Colin Powell had called me a nerd! (I'm laughing out loud as I recall this). I asked why, and he explained it was because I was wearing a Batman tie. I looked down and noticed for the first time that I was.
Then my dad and I discussed the production we'd just see so far, our likes and our dislikes. I told him a movie of it was coming out soon, and that I had the soundtrack, explaining that we'd listened to it in the car on the way here.
I was going to attend some local production of a play, I think supposedly in the nearby city of Birmingham. For some reason an ex girlfriend was in the car with me (there was no specific emotion attached to this, negative or positive), and we were driving out of the neighborhood I lived in during my teenage years.
I had Regina Spektor's latest CD, Far, playing in the car (it's a CD that's been in regular rotation since it's release a few weeks ago). The songs in the dream were not real ones, except for I do recall hearing part of "Man of a Thousand Faces". My ex had not heard the CD and I was trying to play her the tracks I liked best.
We arrived at the venue for the play and we were a little bit late, as it had just started. I don't remember my ex being in the dream anymore at this point, but several of my friends and some of my family members were there. My dad was an usher, and he said it was good I could make it and took me to my seat, which was among other family members.
Also, it's worth noting, that Colin Powell (?!?!) was standing near the area where the ushers were! As random as this is, it was only a detail I noticed in passing.
The play in the dream was very much like a local production of "Sweeney Todd" some friends and I saw earlier this year. At one point I realized that Johnny Depp was actually playing the lead role in this play! And all at once it was no longer a typcial play, but we were all privy to a live prodcution of Tim Burton's latest movie (I don't know that it was supposed to be the actual Alice in Wonderland movie that's coming next year, but it was his "next movie" in the dream).
Then I remember leaving the play, or perhaps it was intermission or something. I spoke to my dad again. He felt obliged to tell me that Colin Powell had called me a nerd! (I'm laughing out loud as I recall this). I asked why, and he explained it was because I was wearing a Batman tie. I looked down and noticed for the first time that I was.
Then my dad and I discussed the production we'd just see so far, our likes and our dislikes. I told him a movie of it was coming out soon, and that I had the soundtrack, explaining that we'd listened to it in the car on the way here.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Nuclear Cleansing
MORNING OF AUGUST 2, 2009
I was watching some movie in which world leaders decided it would be a good idea to intentionally nuke the entire earth. The idea was that humans could stay in high tech, previously secret underground bunkers for a short period of time, and when they came back out, the earth would be renewed and we could start over. Sort of a perverse "Noah's Ark" concept.
There were, of course, a handful of main characters that the movie was following. We saw them go, with many other people, into the underground bunkers. They watched on video screens as nukes took out all the major cities, etc.
It was around this time that I was suddenly among the people in the bunkers instead of just watching it like a movie. A disembodied female voice coming from a speaker system announced that the earth had now been successfully renewed and everyone could go above ground again.
The earth looked fantastic. The skies were lush blue with beautiful clouds,and all of nature was vibrant and scenic. I couldn't believe that everything could heal like this so quickly after a nuclear holocaust. I remember looking at a pair of Canadian geese by a lake and feeling glad that some animals had survived. I wondered if there might have even been separate bunkers the animals had been sent to (I hoped so). There was a large but humble complex built on this beautiful plain that the particular colony of people I was a part of were to live in together, so we entered it at this time.
Somewhere in all of this, the female voice had told us that many people had been sent automatically to re-emerge in the state they had always dreamed of living in. One of the main characters from earlier had been sent to Alaska, but his love interest was in the group I was in. Somehow I was watching his plight, as though part of this were still just a movie to me. He decided he'd trek the miles to find his love again. His Alaskan colony warned him it would be dangerous travel, as some of the areas he'd pass through would not have healed from the nuclear devastation yet. He said it would be worth it.
The rest of the dream I just sort of vaguely recall adjusting to life on the new earth. I felt sad and melancholy about the loss of everything old. I also wondered what would happen when people got sick, as we'd lost much of our medical technology (along with most other kinds of technology) and were starting over almost from square one. Then I wondered if the high tech bunkers we'd stayed in before might be used as places to access technology when needed.
I had an old TV set and and old VCR in the room I was staying in at the compound. Some old Looney Tunes cartoons were on the TV, and I was trying to transfer them to video tape, because I wanted to make sure they were preserved, since most of the copies had likely been destroyed. The quality on both the TV and the recordings I was making was really horrible, though. I remember a commerical came on during the cartoons that featured Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy around a Christmas tree.
The last memory I have is that some other tribe of people suddenly showed up at our complex. I wondered how many other wandering tribes there were, and if we'd have room for all of them.
I was watching some movie in which world leaders decided it would be a good idea to intentionally nuke the entire earth. The idea was that humans could stay in high tech, previously secret underground bunkers for a short period of time, and when they came back out, the earth would be renewed and we could start over. Sort of a perverse "Noah's Ark" concept.
There were, of course, a handful of main characters that the movie was following. We saw them go, with many other people, into the underground bunkers. They watched on video screens as nukes took out all the major cities, etc.
It was around this time that I was suddenly among the people in the bunkers instead of just watching it like a movie. A disembodied female voice coming from a speaker system announced that the earth had now been successfully renewed and everyone could go above ground again.
The earth looked fantastic. The skies were lush blue with beautiful clouds,and all of nature was vibrant and scenic. I couldn't believe that everything could heal like this so quickly after a nuclear holocaust. I remember looking at a pair of Canadian geese by a lake and feeling glad that some animals had survived. I wondered if there might have even been separate bunkers the animals had been sent to (I hoped so). There was a large but humble complex built on this beautiful plain that the particular colony of people I was a part of were to live in together, so we entered it at this time.
Somewhere in all of this, the female voice had told us that many people had been sent automatically to re-emerge in the state they had always dreamed of living in. One of the main characters from earlier had been sent to Alaska, but his love interest was in the group I was in. Somehow I was watching his plight, as though part of this were still just a movie to me. He decided he'd trek the miles to find his love again. His Alaskan colony warned him it would be dangerous travel, as some of the areas he'd pass through would not have healed from the nuclear devastation yet. He said it would be worth it.
The rest of the dream I just sort of vaguely recall adjusting to life on the new earth. I felt sad and melancholy about the loss of everything old. I also wondered what would happen when people got sick, as we'd lost much of our medical technology (along with most other kinds of technology) and were starting over almost from square one. Then I wondered if the high tech bunkers we'd stayed in before might be used as places to access technology when needed.
I had an old TV set and and old VCR in the room I was staying in at the compound. Some old Looney Tunes cartoons were on the TV, and I was trying to transfer them to video tape, because I wanted to make sure they were preserved, since most of the copies had likely been destroyed. The quality on both the TV and the recordings I was making was really horrible, though. I remember a commerical came on during the cartoons that featured Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy around a Christmas tree.
The last memory I have is that some other tribe of people suddenly showed up at our complex. I wondered how many other wandering tribes there were, and if we'd have room for all of them.
A Beautiful Flight
MORNING OF AUGUST 1, 2009
I remember being in a car with a parents and one of our family friends. I had an old cassette Walkman with me, and was listening to some song I'd never heard before, but I really liked it. At one point I remember passing a scenic lake, and there were were traces of snow and melting ice all around it. I thought that was weird for summer.
They eventually dropped me off at my own car, and when I got in I realized I had no cassette player, so I couldn't continue to listen to that song I'd been enjoying, which was a minor annoyance.
I remember being at work later, and I was doodling things on a notepad. Then I was talking to my cousin Stephen about them. As I talked, we were now hiking through this very beautiful nature area which looked not unlike the lake I'd seen a little bit earlier.
I saw what I believed to be a hawk flying overhead. It began to swoop down lower, and I began to realize it was much larger than I had originally assumed. Indeed, what turned out to be a purple eagle about the size of a delivery truck soon landed gracefully at the edge of the lake nearby. I'm actually uncertain if it was purely a giant eagle, or if it might have been some sort of griffin or hippogriff type creature. Either way, I was in total awe of it.
I cautiously approached the beast, and it allowed me to crawl onto its back. Then it spread its wings and took to the air again. I can vividly feel the sensation of my hands sinking into its layers of soft feathers, holding tightly as we flew all around. It was an exhillerating experience--I wasn't even afraid of the height, as I would be in real life.
Sadly, I can't remember anything after this point.
I remember being in a car with a parents and one of our family friends. I had an old cassette Walkman with me, and was listening to some song I'd never heard before, but I really liked it. At one point I remember passing a scenic lake, and there were were traces of snow and melting ice all around it. I thought that was weird for summer.
They eventually dropped me off at my own car, and when I got in I realized I had no cassette player, so I couldn't continue to listen to that song I'd been enjoying, which was a minor annoyance.
I remember being at work later, and I was doodling things on a notepad. Then I was talking to my cousin Stephen about them. As I talked, we were now hiking through this very beautiful nature area which looked not unlike the lake I'd seen a little bit earlier.
I saw what I believed to be a hawk flying overhead. It began to swoop down lower, and I began to realize it was much larger than I had originally assumed. Indeed, what turned out to be a purple eagle about the size of a delivery truck soon landed gracefully at the edge of the lake nearby. I'm actually uncertain if it was purely a giant eagle, or if it might have been some sort of griffin or hippogriff type creature. Either way, I was in total awe of it.
I cautiously approached the beast, and it allowed me to crawl onto its back. Then it spread its wings and took to the air again. I can vividly feel the sensation of my hands sinking into its layers of soft feathers, holding tightly as we flew all around. It was an exhillerating experience--I wasn't even afraid of the height, as I would be in real life.
Sadly, I can't remember anything after this point.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
In the Limo
MORNING OF JULY 30, 2009
I did not remember entering an online movie tie-in contest, but apparently I won it anyway. I think it had to do with the Julie and Julia movie that's being promoted heavily here lately (probably because I saw an interview about it on Conan the day before). As the winner of the contest, I was flown to Hollywood for the premiere.
I met with a very severe, business-like lady who explained to me that I would ride around in a limo and interview a handful of celebrities, one at a time, for a given period of time. This sounded weird to me, as I have no desire to ride around in limos with celebrities (though I did find myself hoping Amy Adams might be one of them, as it was her movie that had apparently won me the contest).
I have a vague memory of being in the limo, and people, I presume celebrities, though they have no specific faces in my memory, were getting in and out frequently. I didn't "interview" anyone, we'd just speak. And it didn't seem to be more than five minutes with each individual.
My next vague memory is driving around a strange town in my car. Perhaps I was still supposed to be in L.A. I believe I was, not surprisingly, looking for a pizza place. It was early in the night, and I was supposed to meet friends there.
Finally, it was late at night and Richard and Eric and I were walking through a huge neighborhood for exercise. At one corner, Richard paused and pointed out a house at the far end of the street. It looked very much like the classic image of a haunted house. After taking it in and commenting on it for a moment, we started to resume our walk.
Just as a joke I said, "Hey wait, you guys--is that a person walking around in the driveway, I can't tell..." I was trying to make like I saw a ghost. They came back to look--Richard most excitedly--and suddenly began freaking out. I wondered why the freak-out since I had only been kidding...until I looked again.
In the driveway there was a faint, bluish-translucent figure floating toward the street in our direction.
I did not remember entering an online movie tie-in contest, but apparently I won it anyway. I think it had to do with the Julie and Julia movie that's being promoted heavily here lately (probably because I saw an interview about it on Conan the day before). As the winner of the contest, I was flown to Hollywood for the premiere.
I met with a very severe, business-like lady who explained to me that I would ride around in a limo and interview a handful of celebrities, one at a time, for a given period of time. This sounded weird to me, as I have no desire to ride around in limos with celebrities (though I did find myself hoping Amy Adams might be one of them, as it was her movie that had apparently won me the contest).
I have a vague memory of being in the limo, and people, I presume celebrities, though they have no specific faces in my memory, were getting in and out frequently. I didn't "interview" anyone, we'd just speak. And it didn't seem to be more than five minutes with each individual.
My next vague memory is driving around a strange town in my car. Perhaps I was still supposed to be in L.A. I believe I was, not surprisingly, looking for a pizza place. It was early in the night, and I was supposed to meet friends there.
Finally, it was late at night and Richard and Eric and I were walking through a huge neighborhood for exercise. At one corner, Richard paused and pointed out a house at the far end of the street. It looked very much like the classic image of a haunted house. After taking it in and commenting on it for a moment, we started to resume our walk.
Just as a joke I said, "Hey wait, you guys--is that a person walking around in the driveway, I can't tell..." I was trying to make like I saw a ghost. They came back to look--Richard most excitedly--and suddenly began freaking out. I wondered why the freak-out since I had only been kidding...until I looked again.
In the driveway there was a faint, bluish-translucent figure floating toward the street in our direction.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Hercules, Injuries, and Kitties
MORNING OF JULY 26, 2009
Apparently my mom was going to direct a childrens' play at her church (directing a play is a very fictitious activity to assign to my mom). Apparently the play was a version of the "Hercules" story, but told as a comedy (I suppose not unlike the 90's Disney adaptation). Even though the play was starring children, they needed an adult to play Hercules, so she asked me. (If I was eligible to play that role, then it must have been a comedy adapation indeed!)
The thing was, her asking me was very last minute. There would be no rehearsals or anything. We'd go to the church, where the play was to be held, and I'd just have to improv my part throughout. For some reason I agreed to this. I had to wear a long blond wig to be Hercules, so I put it on and began thinking how to play a skinny, comedic Hercules. I just kept going back to the Disney version in my head.
We got to the church and everyone was talking about the play being a Harry Potter play, and so all of the sudden that was the proper reality of the dream (I just saw the latest movie adaptation last night, so that explains this). I couldn't believe a church was going to have a Harry Potter play, but I thought it would be fun to be in it.
I was still with my mom, and we were entering a stairwell to go down several flights of steps. We saw a middle-aged woman and her young adult daughter, and it was supposed to be one of my old high school teachers and her daughter (though this was all fictional).
My mom and my "former teacher" talked all the way down the stairs. The daughter was ahead of them and I was behind. Suddenly the duaghter tripped and fell down the entire last flight of stairs. It looked like a pretty nasty fall, and scared us all. Her mom and my mom began tending to her immediately, and she seemed to be unconscious.
The two moms began removing my shoelaces. I asked why, and they said they needed them to tied a splint to her leg, which was broken. Eventually the girl came to, and seemed to be mostly okay except for the broken leg and being generally beat up.
Suddenly, there was a litlte dog, perhaps a Yorkshire terrier, that had supposedly been with the other mom and daughter the whole time. I tended to the dog, keeping it out of the way, while they tended to the daughter. Then a man who was supposed to be the father and husband came up to check on things. He took the dog from me and began telling me stories of how every morning he'd crumble up a bagel, mix it with honey, and feed it to the dog. He seemed pretty oblivious to his daughter's plight while he held that precious dog.
Then I remember flipping through the pictures on my cell phone, but the whole thing operated more like my actual real camera (which is a new one). There were pictures supposedly made at my aunt and uncle's house, though it was actually a house I lived in several years ago. I was color correcting all the pictures on the phone/camera, and then suddenly realized that they were only pictures of a messy house, so why wasn't I just deleting them instead of taking the time to color correct them?
There was one other dream later on, and it involved a mother cat, a stray I had apparently taken in, giving birth to kittens. The newborn kittens actually looked a few weeks old, but that was of no notice in the dream. I made a box into a makeshift bed and left the kittens in it in the kitchen of my fictional dream-house.
Later, I came back to the box to find it was filled not with kittens, but with very large rats. They werent' scurrying away from me, either--they were chilling in the box like the kittens had done. Just looking at me.
I looked outside the window, and saw the mother cat was walking around in a field. A large cougar suddenly confronted her. I saw the kittens weren't far behind her, and she began to arch up and hiss at the cougar. I began to panic, but before I could do anything the cougar pounced on the mother cat and began to viciously kill her. I woke up.
Apparently my mom was going to direct a childrens' play at her church (directing a play is a very fictitious activity to assign to my mom). Apparently the play was a version of the "Hercules" story, but told as a comedy (I suppose not unlike the 90's Disney adaptation). Even though the play was starring children, they needed an adult to play Hercules, so she asked me. (If I was eligible to play that role, then it must have been a comedy adapation indeed!)
The thing was, her asking me was very last minute. There would be no rehearsals or anything. We'd go to the church, where the play was to be held, and I'd just have to improv my part throughout. For some reason I agreed to this. I had to wear a long blond wig to be Hercules, so I put it on and began thinking how to play a skinny, comedic Hercules. I just kept going back to the Disney version in my head.
We got to the church and everyone was talking about the play being a Harry Potter play, and so all of the sudden that was the proper reality of the dream (I just saw the latest movie adaptation last night, so that explains this). I couldn't believe a church was going to have a Harry Potter play, but I thought it would be fun to be in it.
I was still with my mom, and we were entering a stairwell to go down several flights of steps. We saw a middle-aged woman and her young adult daughter, and it was supposed to be one of my old high school teachers and her daughter (though this was all fictional).
My mom and my "former teacher" talked all the way down the stairs. The daughter was ahead of them and I was behind. Suddenly the duaghter tripped and fell down the entire last flight of stairs. It looked like a pretty nasty fall, and scared us all. Her mom and my mom began tending to her immediately, and she seemed to be unconscious.
The two moms began removing my shoelaces. I asked why, and they said they needed them to tied a splint to her leg, which was broken. Eventually the girl came to, and seemed to be mostly okay except for the broken leg and being generally beat up.
Suddenly, there was a litlte dog, perhaps a Yorkshire terrier, that had supposedly been with the other mom and daughter the whole time. I tended to the dog, keeping it out of the way, while they tended to the daughter. Then a man who was supposed to be the father and husband came up to check on things. He took the dog from me and began telling me stories of how every morning he'd crumble up a bagel, mix it with honey, and feed it to the dog. He seemed pretty oblivious to his daughter's plight while he held that precious dog.
Then I remember flipping through the pictures on my cell phone, but the whole thing operated more like my actual real camera (which is a new one). There were pictures supposedly made at my aunt and uncle's house, though it was actually a house I lived in several years ago. I was color correcting all the pictures on the phone/camera, and then suddenly realized that they were only pictures of a messy house, so why wasn't I just deleting them instead of taking the time to color correct them?
There was one other dream later on, and it involved a mother cat, a stray I had apparently taken in, giving birth to kittens. The newborn kittens actually looked a few weeks old, but that was of no notice in the dream. I made a box into a makeshift bed and left the kittens in it in the kitchen of my fictional dream-house.
Later, I came back to the box to find it was filled not with kittens, but with very large rats. They werent' scurrying away from me, either--they were chilling in the box like the kittens had done. Just looking at me.
I looked outside the window, and saw the mother cat was walking around in a field. A large cougar suddenly confronted her. I saw the kittens weren't far behind her, and she began to arch up and hiss at the cougar. I began to panic, but before I could do anything the cougar pounced on the mother cat and began to viciously kill her. I woke up.
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