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.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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).
Monday, January 23, 2012
Zombies by 2:00
MORNING OF JANUARY 23, 2012
I was in some kind of large, public area, like a mall. Everyone was panicking, because we knew that at a certain, exact time (say, 2:00 PM), zombies were going to come to "life" all over the world and start attacking.
Someone explained to me that the zombies that were in movies and TV shows are the ones that would be made real, and the only way to prevent the impending zombie apocalypse was to destroy every single copy of every zombie movie ever made. (I believe the concept was that the number of zombies in any given movie would somehow be transferred from each disc that contained them and placed in the real world.)
Several of us approached an otherwise empty warehouse or hangar in which carts full of DVDs had been brought. We immediately got to work destroying the offending discs, though for some reason we were trashing them individually instead of just mass-burning them or something. Randomly, one of the people near me during these efforts was Andy Richter. The two of us tried to make a video clip of ourselves breaking DVDs, because for some reason we thought it would be funny.
Before long everyone realized that trying to destroy every copy of every zombie movie ever made before 2:00 PM was an exercise in futility, and we resigned ourselves to our fate.
My next memory is that we were all outsides, walking down a trail in the woods. At this point we were aware that the zombie apocalypse was underway, though we didn't currently see any. Another troupe of survivors approached us from another trail that intersected ours. They explained to us that the zombies had been defeated and everything was safe once more! Behind them were several large carts, like the ones all the DVDs had been in before, only now they were all filled with zombie body parts.
I was in some kind of large, public area, like a mall. Everyone was panicking, because we knew that at a certain, exact time (say, 2:00 PM), zombies were going to come to "life" all over the world and start attacking.
Someone explained to me that the zombies that were in movies and TV shows are the ones that would be made real, and the only way to prevent the impending zombie apocalypse was to destroy every single copy of every zombie movie ever made. (I believe the concept was that the number of zombies in any given movie would somehow be transferred from each disc that contained them and placed in the real world.)
Several of us approached an otherwise empty warehouse or hangar in which carts full of DVDs had been brought. We immediately got to work destroying the offending discs, though for some reason we were trashing them individually instead of just mass-burning them or something. Randomly, one of the people near me during these efforts was Andy Richter. The two of us tried to make a video clip of ourselves breaking DVDs, because for some reason we thought it would be funny.
Before long everyone realized that trying to destroy every copy of every zombie movie ever made before 2:00 PM was an exercise in futility, and we resigned ourselves to our fate.
My next memory is that we were all outsides, walking down a trail in the woods. At this point we were aware that the zombie apocalypse was underway, though we didn't currently see any. Another troupe of survivors approached us from another trail that intersected ours. They explained to us that the zombies had been defeated and everything was safe once more! Behind them were several large carts, like the ones all the DVDs had been in before, only now they were all filled with zombie body parts.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Extra Room
MORNING OF JANUARY 22, 2012
I had somehow come to acquire a new room...I'm uncertain if it was supposed to be an addition to my apartment, or it if it was in another location. I remembered it was entered by coming down a flight of stairs, and it had the appearance of a furnished basement.
I was decorating this "basement" with a lot of art and paraphernalia pertaining to my various geeky interests. I remember one cork board that I had covered with Muppets-related memorabilia. I kept re-organizing its appearance. There were also posters and collectibles in the room representing Disney, various movies, even Conan O'Brien.
Apparently New Year's was approaching, and I wanted to invite several friends over to have a party in this new room. I walked up the stairs and exited the room onto what looked like a boardwalk or causeway near a body of water. An elderly man was talking on a payphone, but he turned his attention to me once he saw me.
Though a fictional character I recognized the man, but wanted to avoid him. He was a little crazy and frazzled. Somehow I ended up inviting him to the impending New Year's party, just to get him to leave me alone. Free of him, I immediately began trying to decide how I could reverse the invitation. And that's about all I clearly recall.
In another dream, I had a weird bump or rash or something on my stomach. I wanted to see a doctor about it, but it seems for one reason or another I kept getting delayed. When I finally got to see a doctor, it was revealed that the bump on my stomach had developed into a third nipple! It was extremely disconcerting, to the point that, as the doc and I began to discuss how I could have it removed, I woke up.
I had somehow come to acquire a new room...I'm uncertain if it was supposed to be an addition to my apartment, or it if it was in another location. I remembered it was entered by coming down a flight of stairs, and it had the appearance of a furnished basement.
I was decorating this "basement" with a lot of art and paraphernalia pertaining to my various geeky interests. I remember one cork board that I had covered with Muppets-related memorabilia. I kept re-organizing its appearance. There were also posters and collectibles in the room representing Disney, various movies, even Conan O'Brien.
Apparently New Year's was approaching, and I wanted to invite several friends over to have a party in this new room. I walked up the stairs and exited the room onto what looked like a boardwalk or causeway near a body of water. An elderly man was talking on a payphone, but he turned his attention to me once he saw me.
Though a fictional character I recognized the man, but wanted to avoid him. He was a little crazy and frazzled. Somehow I ended up inviting him to the impending New Year's party, just to get him to leave me alone. Free of him, I immediately began trying to decide how I could reverse the invitation. And that's about all I clearly recall.
In another dream, I had a weird bump or rash or something on my stomach. I wanted to see a doctor about it, but it seems for one reason or another I kept getting delayed. When I finally got to see a doctor, it was revealed that the bump on my stomach had developed into a third nipple! It was extremely disconcerting, to the point that, as the doc and I began to discuss how I could have it removed, I woke up.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Cons, Minatures and Old Rooms
MORNING OF JANUARY 21, 2012
I was attending a comic book/pop culture convention of some sort, probably Atlanta's Dragon*Con, which is the only one I've been to in real life. I was standing in a line to meet Matt Groening and some other people associated with The Simpsons. Instead of signing a picture or book or some other Simpsons-related paraphernalia, they signed a Styrofoam lunch tray.
I carried my Styrofoam tray, already a little cracked and damaged on one side, over to another area where I began waiting in another line. I recognized the guy in line in front of me from a local improv troupe. He and his friend were trying to come up with cool nicknames for each other, and they randomly turned around and gave one to me (I can't remember what it was). My last clear memory from the con was seeing that Pixar employee and Toy Story 3 director, Lee Unkrich, was going to be doing a Q & A later.
In another dream, I was in Wal-Mart or some similar store. Some other people were there with me, including Cailey and her parents. We were in the toy section looking at sets of collectible, miniature action figures (for lack of a better term). The sets were totally random, and I believe the point was to make kids and collectors buy as many sets as they could in attempts to collect them all. They mostly just looked like little monsters, but I remember thinking one looked like one of the pigs from "Pigs in Space" from The Muppet Show.
Next I remember being in a really old-looking, rustic bedroom. Everything in it was very dusty. I found an old box with a broken lock and looked inside, where I found some of those miniature figures from before. I was surprised that they'd been around that long, because the box obviously hadn't been disturbed in years.
I believe there was a sort of flume-style amusement park ride off to the side of this bedroom. You would see and hear "logs" full of people shoot by periodically. Then a storm woke me up.
I was attending a comic book/pop culture convention of some sort, probably Atlanta's Dragon*Con, which is the only one I've been to in real life. I was standing in a line to meet Matt Groening and some other people associated with The Simpsons. Instead of signing a picture or book or some other Simpsons-related paraphernalia, they signed a Styrofoam lunch tray.
I carried my Styrofoam tray, already a little cracked and damaged on one side, over to another area where I began waiting in another line. I recognized the guy in line in front of me from a local improv troupe. He and his friend were trying to come up with cool nicknames for each other, and they randomly turned around and gave one to me (I can't remember what it was). My last clear memory from the con was seeing that Pixar employee and Toy Story 3 director, Lee Unkrich, was going to be doing a Q & A later.
In another dream, I was in Wal-Mart or some similar store. Some other people were there with me, including Cailey and her parents. We were in the toy section looking at sets of collectible, miniature action figures (for lack of a better term). The sets were totally random, and I believe the point was to make kids and collectors buy as many sets as they could in attempts to collect them all. They mostly just looked like little monsters, but I remember thinking one looked like one of the pigs from "Pigs in Space" from The Muppet Show.
Next I remember being in a really old-looking, rustic bedroom. Everything in it was very dusty. I found an old box with a broken lock and looked inside, where I found some of those miniature figures from before. I was surprised that they'd been around that long, because the box obviously hadn't been disturbed in years.
I believe there was a sort of flume-style amusement park ride off to the side of this bedroom. You would see and hear "logs" full of people shoot by periodically. Then a storm woke me up.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Odd Choice for a Book Signing
MORNING OF JANUARY 18, 2012
George R. R. Martin, the author of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" book series (a.k.a., "Game of Thrones") was going make an appearance and sign books in nearby Atlanta. I wanted to attend, but, since I own electronic Kindle copies of those books, I realized I would have nothing for him to sign!
The logical solution in the waking world would be to go buy a physical copy of one of the books and have him sign it. In the dream, however, the obvious choice was to pack all seven hardcover "Harry Potter" books from my shelf into a duffel bag so that he could sign each of them instead!
My final memory is actually waiting in line at the book signing. I could see GRRM sitting at the table. As I waited, it finally occurred to me what a ridiculous idea it was to bring the Potter books.
In another dream, I was taking an improv class. I really took a class offered by a local improv troupe a little over a year ago, and they recently announced a level two class will be offered in the spring--so this is no doubt where this dream comes from.
In the dream, one of the teachers told me I should have brought my camera to document the evening. I told her that I had my cell phone, and we could at least take pictures with that. She agreed that would work well enough, and immediately began sorting through prop items--wigs, hats, and the like--that were spread out across a nearby table. I vaguely remember the two of us talking a little more, though I can't recall any more detail.
George R. R. Martin, the author of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" book series (a.k.a., "Game of Thrones") was going make an appearance and sign books in nearby Atlanta. I wanted to attend, but, since I own electronic Kindle copies of those books, I realized I would have nothing for him to sign!
The logical solution in the waking world would be to go buy a physical copy of one of the books and have him sign it. In the dream, however, the obvious choice was to pack all seven hardcover "Harry Potter" books from my shelf into a duffel bag so that he could sign each of them instead!
My final memory is actually waiting in line at the book signing. I could see GRRM sitting at the table. As I waited, it finally occurred to me what a ridiculous idea it was to bring the Potter books.
In another dream, I was taking an improv class. I really took a class offered by a local improv troupe a little over a year ago, and they recently announced a level two class will be offered in the spring--so this is no doubt where this dream comes from.
In the dream, one of the teachers told me I should have brought my camera to document the evening. I told her that I had my cell phone, and we could at least take pictures with that. She agreed that would work well enough, and immediately began sorting through prop items--wigs, hats, and the like--that were spread out across a nearby table. I vaguely remember the two of us talking a little more, though I can't recall any more detail.
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