Had a dream a few nights back involving a Russian killer. He most definitely wanted to kill me, at any rate. (I never found out why. Dreams are like that.) The killer was a good 6 feet tall (6'2", to be precise), and he was bald, and had a bit of a long face...but it was....distinctive. Like, I *knew* him somehow...
Anyway, a few near-death instances happened, and I managed to escape, and things seemed great, because I woke up. (Thanks, cats!)
However, after feeding our furry alarm clocks, I went back to sleep....only to reenter my dream.
The killer was in a hotel, and now he'd put on a black wig. Of course, that disguise wasn't enough to conceal his identity. ...or was it? I was walking past him, and decided to act like I didn't recognize him. He grabbed my elbow as we passed each other, and he said, "I am Marcus. Don't you know me?"
And my brain, ever helpful organ that it is, decided to fill in rapid-flashback-style, all the murder attempts from the EARLIER dream. And I was like, "Oh yeah!" I *do* know you! (And seriously, I did. He was a "Hey, it's that guy!"...whose name was seriously escaping me....)
So, I freaked out, and threw Marcus down a flight of nearby stairs.
At which point, he dove INTO the fall, and kind of ...jumped like a salmon might while swimming upstream. He landed at the bottom of the stairs, unharmed, and told me that he used to be a salmon.
Which is the end of the dream - or all that I can recall, at any rate.
But it was still bugging me (in real life) WHO the actor was that "played" Marcus.
I knew if I saw the actor in something, I'd definitely recognize his face, so, today, just a few hours ago, I decided to google "Hey, it's that guy".
I went to the third site that google turned up and ...ho.lee.... The VERY FIRST FACE WAS MARCUS!!
Mr. Ed Lauter was the Russian assassin who used to be a fish.
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Monday, August 06, 2012
Monday, June 14, 2010
Halfway to 70
So it's Flag Day.
Last night I had a disturbing dream.
Keeping in mind that a) people's dreams are always less interesting to anyone hearing about them than the one who had them, and b) describing dreams usually takes much less time than the dream itself, here's what happened:
It was a post apocalyptic setting. The details of which were apparently not important enough for my brain to create, but I knew that a large percentage of the population had died off, fairly recently.
Survivors began to congregate, as they do in such tales.
I suggested that we go to the library to gather books on plumbing, gardening [real life intrusion!], and...I had some other topic that I thought was vital, but I forget now. But, you know, knowledge is power and all that, so that was the plan.
On the way to the libe, I picked up on some less than kind vibes coming from a young guy near the back of the group.
At one point he even told me, "You're going to die unexpectedly."
Well, that certainly increased the feeling of dread that was creeping over the dream.
Anyway. We get to the library, and we begin searching for books, splitting up to cover more ground quicker.
Naturally, I end up alone with Threat Guy, and two other people. Threat Guy (man, it would be nice if dream-people came pre-equiped with names, no?) removed a gun from his jacket, and I'm in full-on panic mode. But one of the other people in the room with us said, "Don't worry, Patrick. You don't die here."
Hearing this prophecy (I really don't know why, but that's the sense I got - what this guy said was actually preordained, and just...prophetic), anyway, hearing this prophecy instantly calmed me.
I was at complete and utter peace....and that's when Threat Guy shot me in the back of the head.
And then, at that exact instant, I woke up because Saren was screaming about a bug in her room.
It was 1am. Happy Birthday!!
The remainder of the day was surprisingly less dramatic.
At work I received Happy Birthday wishes from about 13 different people, with roughly 4 of them asking me why I didn't take the day off. Heh.
I also got free lunch (no such thing!), 4 bags of Skittles, a bag of barbecue potato chips, and a cupcake.
When I got home, I walked into the girls jumping out from various hiding places to wish me happy birthday, and homemade cards from them all. Not surprisingly, many of them were chinchilla related.
Oh, yes. I'm 35 now, so...chinchilla day, right?
Well... no.
A few days ago, Steph said (paraphrasing): "I didn't say you'd get a chinchilla when you turn thirty-five. I said 'forty-five'."
So, 10 years until I get the 'chilla. Mark the calendars - 6/14/20.
(Reminder: Get this promise in writing.)
But, now Steph is making dinner - and a cake - and later I'm going to make good on my Birthday Resolution #2 (which is to start writing, daily, again). (Resolution #1 is to exercise daily. Completed!)
So, all in all, a pretty good Flag Day.
Last night I had a disturbing dream.
Keeping in mind that a) people's dreams are always less interesting to anyone hearing about them than the one who had them, and b) describing dreams usually takes much less time than the dream itself, here's what happened:
It was a post apocalyptic setting. The details of which were apparently not important enough for my brain to create, but I knew that a large percentage of the population had died off, fairly recently.
Survivors began to congregate, as they do in such tales.
I suggested that we go to the library to gather books on plumbing, gardening [real life intrusion!], and...I had some other topic that I thought was vital, but I forget now. But, you know, knowledge is power and all that, so that was the plan.
On the way to the libe, I picked up on some less than kind vibes coming from a young guy near the back of the group.
At one point he even told me, "You're going to die unexpectedly."
Well, that certainly increased the feeling of dread that was creeping over the dream.
Anyway. We get to the library, and we begin searching for books, splitting up to cover more ground quicker.
Naturally, I end up alone with Threat Guy, and two other people. Threat Guy (man, it would be nice if dream-people came pre-equiped with names, no?) removed a gun from his jacket, and I'm in full-on panic mode. But one of the other people in the room with us said, "Don't worry, Patrick. You don't die here."
Hearing this prophecy (I really don't know why, but that's the sense I got - what this guy said was actually preordained, and just...prophetic), anyway, hearing this prophecy instantly calmed me.
I was at complete and utter peace....and that's when Threat Guy shot me in the back of the head.
And then, at that exact instant, I woke up because Saren was screaming about a bug in her room.
It was 1am. Happy Birthday!!
The remainder of the day was surprisingly less dramatic.
At work I received Happy Birthday wishes from about 13 different people, with roughly 4 of them asking me why I didn't take the day off. Heh.
I also got free lunch (no such thing!), 4 bags of Skittles, a bag of barbecue potato chips, and a cupcake.
When I got home, I walked into the girls jumping out from various hiding places to wish me happy birthday, and homemade cards from them all. Not surprisingly, many of them were chinchilla related.
Oh, yes. I'm 35 now, so...chinchilla day, right?
Well... no.
A few days ago, Steph said (paraphrasing): "I didn't say you'd get a chinchilla when you turn thirty-five. I said 'forty-five'."
So, 10 years until I get the 'chilla. Mark the calendars - 6/14/20.
(Reminder: Get this promise in writing.)
But, now Steph is making dinner - and a cake - and later I'm going to make good on my Birthday Resolution #2 (which is to start writing, daily, again). (Resolution #1 is to exercise daily. Completed!)
So, all in all, a pretty good Flag Day.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
dreamy
Yeah, I know, dream entries are boring. The rule of thumb is, "Dreams are boring unless I'm in them."
But. I just woke up, and so the memories of this one are pretty fresh (although they're fading as I type, of course) and it's been ages since I've blogged about a dream I've had. Hell, it's been ages since I can remember having a dream. Also, this dream was just intensely detailed.
The Tribe of Anthropik invited me, Steph, and the girls over to their house for dinner. !!!!
As we were walking to their incredibly nice home, we passed a lot of open desert where there was construction going on. A crew was sitting in a half-completed building that would eventually become a Wendy's. They watched us as we passed and said some stuff to us in Spanish that I did not understand. (Although my brain at the time knew that it was really Spanish and not just garbled language. Which makes me wonder if my brain really does on some unconcious level understand Spanish. Hmm.)
Anyway. We got to the place where Jason Godesky and Giulianna Lamanna were staying, and it's a beautiful, huge house that was semi-built into the surrounding trees, and even had a small stream running through the entrance way. I wish I could explain it better, but I don't really remember the details other than having an overwhelming sense of awe at the whole structure.
When we get in, we're told that they are "playing Buffy" and we are welcome to join if we want. I was pretty excited, so I said, "Sure." and was handed a samurai sword just as an overweight black woman stepped into the clearing. She had on a 'vamp' face just like the vampires from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I think she may have had a weapon in her hand as well (some kind of short dagger).
She rushed me and I unsheathed the sword and began swinging it wildly in an attempt to defend myself.
Everyone else seemed to have vanished from the room, or were off on the sidelines watching.
At some point during the fight, I managed to slice the woman's arm, causing a large amount of blood to spray out and for her to scream in pain. As she was clutching her arm, I tackled her. When she was down on the ground, I jabbed the sword through her midsection, effectively pinning her to the floor. The entire time she was screaming at me, telling me how she was going to kill me when she got up and how I was in for a world of hurt.
Disturbing!
Even more disturbing, was that I just left her there. Jason called me (and everyone else) over so he could show off this... I don't know WHAT it was (although, again, I did at the time of the dream). It was some sort of folding sword weapon that when completely opened, looked like a Klingon weapon of some sort, but when you contracted the blades, fit nicely into the palm of your hand, and resembled a Swiss Army Knife.
There was a big long section of the dream where Steph and I talkd with Giulianna, but I don't remember any of hte details of that, sadly. We were talking about rewilding and unschooling and civilization in general, and I'm sure in real life it would've been very interesting (it was in the dream) but I just wish I could remember what was said.
As our discussion was finishing up, Miranda was there in the kitchen, offering to serve up ice cream. There was something about me speaking like Yoda and how the vanilla ice cream would help cure that. (Dreams are weird) and the girls were really excited to have dessert.
After that, we all walked outside and talked about the approaching construction. As we were walking, a bat flew overhead. It glided down toward us and landed on Saren's outstretched arm. Jason and Giulianna announced that Saren was [some term they used that I don't remember] and said that that meant that she was a very special person. Saren asked if we could keep the bat. We told her that it should live outside, and we'd come back so she coudl see it often, and as she let it go, I woke up.
I know that overall, the dream was just an amalgamation of events from the past few days, but it was still pretty cool. It's always odd to dream about Internet Weirdos that you've never really met in person. I mean, where is my brain getting information on how the Anthropik Tribe actually speak or live? (I'm sure that the house they really live in is nowhere near as elaborate as the one I dreamt about, but I can totally imagine them speaking in the way that they did in the dream.) And why? Does it have any deeper meaning, or was it just a bunch of thoughts that my brain strung together in an attempt to make a story? Who knows?
But. I just woke up, and so the memories of this one are pretty fresh (although they're fading as I type, of course) and it's been ages since I've blogged about a dream I've had. Hell, it's been ages since I can remember having a dream. Also, this dream was just intensely detailed.
The Tribe of Anthropik invited me, Steph, and the girls over to their house for dinner. !!!!
As we were walking to their incredibly nice home, we passed a lot of open desert where there was construction going on. A crew was sitting in a half-completed building that would eventually become a Wendy's. They watched us as we passed and said some stuff to us in Spanish that I did not understand. (Although my brain at the time knew that it was really Spanish and not just garbled language. Which makes me wonder if my brain really does on some unconcious level understand Spanish. Hmm.)
Anyway. We got to the place where Jason Godesky and Giulianna Lamanna were staying, and it's a beautiful, huge house that was semi-built into the surrounding trees, and even had a small stream running through the entrance way. I wish I could explain it better, but I don't really remember the details other than having an overwhelming sense of awe at the whole structure.
When we get in, we're told that they are "playing Buffy" and we are welcome to join if we want. I was pretty excited, so I said, "Sure." and was handed a samurai sword just as an overweight black woman stepped into the clearing. She had on a 'vamp' face just like the vampires from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I think she may have had a weapon in her hand as well (some kind of short dagger).
She rushed me and I unsheathed the sword and began swinging it wildly in an attempt to defend myself.
Everyone else seemed to have vanished from the room, or were off on the sidelines watching.
At some point during the fight, I managed to slice the woman's arm, causing a large amount of blood to spray out and for her to scream in pain. As she was clutching her arm, I tackled her. When she was down on the ground, I jabbed the sword through her midsection, effectively pinning her to the floor. The entire time she was screaming at me, telling me how she was going to kill me when she got up and how I was in for a world of hurt.
Disturbing!
Even more disturbing, was that I just left her there. Jason called me (and everyone else) over so he could show off this... I don't know WHAT it was (although, again, I did at the time of the dream). It was some sort of folding sword weapon that when completely opened, looked like a Klingon weapon of some sort, but when you contracted the blades, fit nicely into the palm of your hand, and resembled a Swiss Army Knife.
There was a big long section of the dream where Steph and I talkd with Giulianna, but I don't remember any of hte details of that, sadly. We were talking about rewilding and unschooling and civilization in general, and I'm sure in real life it would've been very interesting (it was in the dream) but I just wish I could remember what was said.
As our discussion was finishing up, Miranda was there in the kitchen, offering to serve up ice cream. There was something about me speaking like Yoda and how the vanilla ice cream would help cure that. (Dreams are weird) and the girls were really excited to have dessert.
After that, we all walked outside and talked about the approaching construction. As we were walking, a bat flew overhead. It glided down toward us and landed on Saren's outstretched arm. Jason and Giulianna announced that Saren was [some term they used that I don't remember] and said that that meant that she was a very special person. Saren asked if we could keep the bat. We told her that it should live outside, and we'd come back so she coudl see it often, and as she let it go, I woke up.
I know that overall, the dream was just an amalgamation of events from the past few days, but it was still pretty cool. It's always odd to dream about Internet Weirdos that you've never really met in person. I mean, where is my brain getting information on how the Anthropik Tribe actually speak or live? (I'm sure that the house they really live in is nowhere near as elaborate as the one I dreamt about, but I can totally imagine them speaking in the way that they did in the dream.) And why? Does it have any deeper meaning, or was it just a bunch of thoughts that my brain strung together in an attempt to make a story? Who knows?
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Dreams, etc.
That would be a cool name for a store. In a movie.
The past ...I don't know how long, I've had difficulty remembering my dreams. I think part of it was due to having my sleep pattern tinkered with.
But last night I made up for it. I had an abundance of dreams during my last sleep. I feel like giving partial credit to Irina. She has powers, dude. Powers.
So, some of my dreams from last night:
I was driving our car through the city, smashing into signs and small trees and other cars, and basically being a complete menace to the streets. (ala Simpsons Hit and Run, which is weird, since I've not played it in at least a week) At the point where I could no longer drive the car due to damage, it switched on me so that I was standing amongst a crowd looking at the carnage I had caused. Stephanie showed up and asked me what had happened to the car. I didn't get to answer her because a clipboard got passed to me at that moment. Someone was collecting signatures. I signed my name, but I have no idea what for.
A quick segment of The Simpsons played out in one of my other dreams. (I will often have dreams that "play" like I'm watching television or a movie. And generally they involve fictional characters. My subconscious: Another victim of pop culture.) Bart was standing near a grate, holding a cigarette that he was going to smoke. A Troy McClure type person (but not Troy McClure) approached him, telling him how smoking was a really bad thing to do. Bart dropped the cigarette into the grate, but the adult continued to admonish him, informing him that his dog had smoked for years, and now he was going to die of lung cancer. Bart was horrified, and approached the man's dog. He asked the canine, "Are you really going to die from smoking?" and the dog tried to bark, but instead coughed.
Some work dream, where I went back to Master Control and had no idea how to operate anything in there. The station went to black for fifteen minutes while I frantically tried to figure out the buttons and how to get things back to normal.
I remember dreaming about shopping for ice cream with Stephanie.
Darn. I know I had a few other dreams, but, like they all do, they've faded. Ah well.
I wonder what Irina is dreaming of.
In nondream news, I rebeat the Shadow Queen today. Because I could. Bang pow!
Also,
no, that was all.
The past ...I don't know how long, I've had difficulty remembering my dreams. I think part of it was due to having my sleep pattern tinkered with.
But last night I made up for it. I had an abundance of dreams during my last sleep. I feel like giving partial credit to Irina. She has powers, dude. Powers.
So, some of my dreams from last night:
I was driving our car through the city, smashing into signs and small trees and other cars, and basically being a complete menace to the streets. (ala Simpsons Hit and Run, which is weird, since I've not played it in at least a week) At the point where I could no longer drive the car due to damage, it switched on me so that I was standing amongst a crowd looking at the carnage I had caused. Stephanie showed up and asked me what had happened to the car. I didn't get to answer her because a clipboard got passed to me at that moment. Someone was collecting signatures. I signed my name, but I have no idea what for.
A quick segment of The Simpsons played out in one of my other dreams. (I will often have dreams that "play" like I'm watching television or a movie. And generally they involve fictional characters. My subconscious: Another victim of pop culture.) Bart was standing near a grate, holding a cigarette that he was going to smoke. A Troy McClure type person (but not Troy McClure) approached him, telling him how smoking was a really bad thing to do. Bart dropped the cigarette into the grate, but the adult continued to admonish him, informing him that his dog had smoked for years, and now he was going to die of lung cancer. Bart was horrified, and approached the man's dog. He asked the canine, "Are you really going to die from smoking?" and the dog tried to bark, but instead coughed.
Some work dream, where I went back to Master Control and had no idea how to operate anything in there. The station went to black for fifteen minutes while I frantically tried to figure out the buttons and how to get things back to normal.
I remember dreaming about shopping for ice cream with Stephanie.
Darn. I know I had a few other dreams, but, like they all do, they've faded. Ah well.
I wonder what Irina is dreaming of.
In nondream news, I rebeat the Shadow Queen today. Because I could. Bang pow!
Also,
no, that was all.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
exhaustion produces turbulence
Or something. I don't know.
I'm tired, have nothing to blog about, and have been in a slightly irritated mood all day. And why? I don't know.
I don't know! It's like, the phrase du jour. Say it!
I was thinking on the way home that I'm an idiot. But at least I admit it. I don't know anything. I'm starting to get annoyed with people who believe they do.
I. KNOW. NOTHING.
In slightly ...less grumpy news, I keep having Smallville dreams. In them, I am Clark - or at least, seeing things from his point of view - and there seems to be a lot of conflict between Clark and Papa Luthor and Clark and Bo. Other than that, my memory of the dreams is faded. As dreams are wont to do.
Ten years ago, I was all homeless. I think that may be contributing to my grumpitiaty. (That is too a word.)
Work. That, too is of the stupid.
I mean, I'm not around the girls for 9 hours out of the day. And then we sleep for another 8 (read: 10). And then I'm online. Feck. I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about or what my point is or if I even have one.
Remind me that I have an entry to make about the FCC. OR not. God, sometimes I wonder why I bother. I think we need to go to the library again.
Speaking of identity theft, there was a story on the fucking news about a woman who committed that "crime". It was interesting - at least as far as a story on the fucking news can be - because she got a credit card issued to a NONEXISTANT person! She sent in an application with a fake name and a made up social. Huh. After that, she started using real people's names and information. And she bought a house. She bought a fucking house! Man, that's gutsy. It's also what (according to the story) led to her arrest. Greed, man. Get's ya everytime. That, or one of the other deadly sins. *chuckle*
So after that, she ends up going to jail for 48 hours.
Yay?
So many things on the fucking news are pointless. I don't know.
This entry's gone on too long. I need food. And sleep. And maybe some pepsi. And I don't know what else. I don't know.
I'm tired, have nothing to blog about, and have been in a slightly irritated mood all day. And why? I don't know.
I don't know! It's like, the phrase du jour. Say it!
I was thinking on the way home that I'm an idiot. But at least I admit it. I don't know anything. I'm starting to get annoyed with people who believe they do.
I. KNOW. NOTHING.
In slightly ...less grumpy news, I keep having Smallville dreams. In them, I am Clark - or at least, seeing things from his point of view - and there seems to be a lot of conflict between Clark and Papa Luthor and Clark and Bo. Other than that, my memory of the dreams is faded. As dreams are wont to do.
Ten years ago, I was all homeless. I think that may be contributing to my grumpitiaty. (That is too a word.)
Work. That, too is of the stupid.
I mean, I'm not around the girls for 9 hours out of the day. And then we sleep for another 8 (read: 10). And then I'm online. Feck. I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about or what my point is or if I even have one.
Remind me that I have an entry to make about the FCC. OR not. God, sometimes I wonder why I bother. I think we need to go to the library again.
Speaking of identity theft, there was a story on the fucking news about a woman who committed that "crime". It was interesting - at least as far as a story on the fucking news can be - because she got a credit card issued to a NONEXISTANT person! She sent in an application with a fake name and a made up social. Huh. After that, she started using real people's names and information. And she bought a house. She bought a fucking house! Man, that's gutsy. It's also what (according to the story) led to her arrest. Greed, man. Get's ya everytime. That, or one of the other deadly sins. *chuckle*
So after that, she ends up going to jail for 48 hours.
Yay?
So many things on the fucking news are pointless. I don't know.
This entry's gone on too long. I need food. And sleep. And maybe some pepsi. And I don't know what else. I don't know.
Friday, October 10, 2003
Sweet Dreams are made of these.
Yay! Dream entry!
Since my personal life is so mind-numbingly dull, I'll entertain you all with the goings on of my nocturnal imaginings.
Three dreams I've had in the past week or so:
Dream 1:
Mostly involved floating down a river (the Mississippi?) and the fact that I owned a psychic chicken. This chicken would always give predictions that were simultaneously vague and specific. Talk about annoying.
The bird was dubbed the "Chicken of the See" (get it?) and the joke (in the dream) was that the animal was not a tuna.
Dream 2:
A movie called Flowers (I still don't know why. There were no flowers in it, and, as far as I could tell, no character with that name). The movie starred Robert Redford (that was me) and a very young Jennifer Lopez. (Jennifer Lopez ROCKS!! [/personal joke])
Apparently, J-Lo was a time traveller from the future. Redford discovered her secret, but so did some branch of the government. The movie mostly consisted of Lopez running from both me and the agents, all the while having time change due to things being changed.
The two scenes I remember were when I was making a speech on telelvision, and the amount of time that had passed kept changing. "23 hours ago" (zap!) "24 hours ago" (zap!) "12 hours ago"... and there was a scene in a parking garage where I was more or less cornered by the FBI (or whoever it was) and the number of bullets in my gun was changing constantly.
The movie either took place in 1982, or was supposedly released in '82. Either way, I want to see it.
Dream 3:
This one I had last night. It's a bit fuzzy, but the gist was that some combination between Lord Voldemort and Darth Vader had actually won, and had been in control of (wherever) for 1000 (or was it 100?) years. Hagrid was there, and was serving the Dark Lord, but I remember he gave me (I'm not sure who I was) a knowing glance, which seemed to say, "Don't worry. I'm just playin' along until the time is right".
The odd thing is, that even though The Big Bad Evil had conquered the forces of "good", life was overall pretty decent.
And then...the Titanic rose back from the bottom of the ocean. This made the Voldemort/Vader guy really nervous. In fact, everyone in the (wherever) was freaking out about it (which is pretty understandable).
The Voldemort guy decided to do a spell that would allow him to see all the dead people from a specific date. (I believe he picked November 9th, but I forget the year) The whys of this ...I don't know. I think he wanted to interrogate the folks who would be on the Titanic, to try to find out who was behind the ship's rising.
Anywhat, there were a lot of children in Halloween costumes (my brain does not follow your Earth Logic), along with a bunch of sports fans who had died in a bus crash. But the people who the V-man was looking for weren't there. He was outraged.
I suggested to him that it was because they were on the ship, and no longer dead that the spell hadn't allowed him to see them. He concurred, and decided that it was time to board the Titanic.
It was at that moment that I awoke.
My dreams are fun.
Since my personal life is so mind-numbingly dull, I'll entertain you all with the goings on of my nocturnal imaginings.
Three dreams I've had in the past week or so:
Dream 1:
Mostly involved floating down a river (the Mississippi?) and the fact that I owned a psychic chicken. This chicken would always give predictions that were simultaneously vague and specific. Talk about annoying.
The bird was dubbed the "Chicken of the See" (get it?) and the joke (in the dream) was that the animal was not a tuna.
Dream 2:
A movie called Flowers (I still don't know why. There were no flowers in it, and, as far as I could tell, no character with that name). The movie starred Robert Redford (that was me) and a very young Jennifer Lopez. (Jennifer Lopez ROCKS!! [/personal joke])
Apparently, J-Lo was a time traveller from the future. Redford discovered her secret, but so did some branch of the government. The movie mostly consisted of Lopez running from both me and the agents, all the while having time change due to things being changed.
The two scenes I remember were when I was making a speech on telelvision, and the amount of time that had passed kept changing. "23 hours ago" (zap!) "24 hours ago" (zap!) "12 hours ago"... and there was a scene in a parking garage where I was more or less cornered by the FBI (or whoever it was) and the number of bullets in my gun was changing constantly.
The movie either took place in 1982, or was supposedly released in '82. Either way, I want to see it.
Dream 3:
This one I had last night. It's a bit fuzzy, but the gist was that some combination between Lord Voldemort and Darth Vader had actually won, and had been in control of (wherever) for 1000 (or was it 100?) years. Hagrid was there, and was serving the Dark Lord, but I remember he gave me (I'm not sure who I was) a knowing glance, which seemed to say, "Don't worry. I'm just playin' along until the time is right".
The odd thing is, that even though The Big Bad Evil had conquered the forces of "good", life was overall pretty decent.
And then...the Titanic rose back from the bottom of the ocean. This made the Voldemort/Vader guy really nervous. In fact, everyone in the (wherever) was freaking out about it (which is pretty understandable).
The Voldemort guy decided to do a spell that would allow him to see all the dead people from a specific date. (I believe he picked November 9th, but I forget the year) The whys of this ...I don't know. I think he wanted to interrogate the folks who would be on the Titanic, to try to find out who was behind the ship's rising.
Anywhat, there were a lot of children in Halloween costumes (my brain does not follow your Earth Logic), along with a bunch of sports fans who had died in a bus crash. But the people who the V-man was looking for weren't there. He was outraged.
I suggested to him that it was because they were on the ship, and no longer dead that the spell hadn't allowed him to see them. He concurred, and decided that it was time to board the Titanic.
It was at that moment that I awoke.
My dreams are fun.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Sweet Dreams are made of these
Yup, it's one of those dream entries. I've got two dreams to convey - one from about a week ago (surprisingly, it's stuck with me this long) and the other one is from last night.
Dream #1 (from last week) -
tkf mailed me a cooked chicken. It was actually only one piece (I think it was a breast) and it had barbeque sauce on it. Stephanie and I were commenting on how weird it was that we'd be getting food from people we've met through the internet. And right after that, I got another package from Callie. Hers was a piece of chicken, and a corn on the cob.
My dream then changed (or maybe I just went to work in it) to where I was at work, and in the parking lot a game show was being filmed. The game show was called Stupid (a brilliant name for a game show, if you ask me. And especially for this game show).
I don't remember all of it, but I know that there was the typical Jeopardy! style trivia question rounds, followed by some Double Dare-ish "physical challenges". To determine your prize (during this part of the show, at least) you spun a giant wheel. One of the slots on the wheel was "The cumulative prizes of the last 5 champions"
My boss, Greg, was there and he turned to me and said (about that prize), "So that would equal what, a dollar?"
We both snickered.
The final round was sort of Hollywood Squares-y, in that there was a giant 3X3 board with 9 squares in it. The squares were not occupied by celebrities, though. Instead, they had doors, and behind the doors were prizes. If you got three in a row, you would win your choice of one of the three.
On top of the square stood the host of the show. He had a bullhorn so that he would be able to be heard from that height. His voice was really loud, so I think it may have been a magic bullhorn.
But behind him was a HUGE screen. Like drive-in movie screen huge. Only bigger. On the screen was the image of a hand. The hand was someone's fist doing the thing where they move their thumb to be the "mouth". And they had drawn eyes and lips on the hand as well. The hand-mouth was synched with the host talking, so it gave the appearance that the host was not even there, and that the loud booming voice was coming from this giant hand. It was surreal.
I wish I could go on that show.
Dream #2 - I was walking home pushing a grocery cart, filled with groceries. I had to go through a forest in order to get home. I sensed someone behind me - I looked and saw a jogger. I moved over so that he could pass me (the path we were on was kinda narrow) but he stayed behind for a while, and then suddenly sped up. Sensing that something was wrong, I felt my back pocket and discovered that I no longer had my wallet.
Pissed, I began to chase the thief. At one point, I was going to jinx him with my wand (Why, yes, I had been reading Harry Potter before going to sleep - why do you ask?) but I remembered that using magic in Muggle areas was prohibited.
The pickpocket began to toss things from my wallet into the forest. My driver's license, my library card, and then my wallet itself. (He kept the cash.) Angry, I collected the items and then made the rest of the trip home.
The dream changed after that to where Stephanie and I were at some kind of play, but I really dont' remember that part.
My dreams make less sense then Restless.
Yup, it's one of those dream entries. I've got two dreams to convey - one from about a week ago (surprisingly, it's stuck with me this long) and the other one is from last night.
Dream #1 (from last week) -
tkf mailed me a cooked chicken. It was actually only one piece (I think it was a breast) and it had barbeque sauce on it. Stephanie and I were commenting on how weird it was that we'd be getting food from people we've met through the internet. And right after that, I got another package from Callie. Hers was a piece of chicken, and a corn on the cob.
My dream then changed (or maybe I just went to work in it) to where I was at work, and in the parking lot a game show was being filmed. The game show was called Stupid (a brilliant name for a game show, if you ask me. And especially for this game show).
I don't remember all of it, but I know that there was the typical Jeopardy! style trivia question rounds, followed by some Double Dare-ish "physical challenges". To determine your prize (during this part of the show, at least) you spun a giant wheel. One of the slots on the wheel was "The cumulative prizes of the last 5 champions"
My boss, Greg, was there and he turned to me and said (about that prize), "So that would equal what, a dollar?"
We both snickered.
The final round was sort of Hollywood Squares-y, in that there was a giant 3X3 board with 9 squares in it. The squares were not occupied by celebrities, though. Instead, they had doors, and behind the doors were prizes. If you got three in a row, you would win your choice of one of the three.
On top of the square stood the host of the show. He had a bullhorn so that he would be able to be heard from that height. His voice was really loud, so I think it may have been a magic bullhorn.
But behind him was a HUGE screen. Like drive-in movie screen huge. Only bigger. On the screen was the image of a hand. The hand was someone's fist doing the thing where they move their thumb to be the "mouth". And they had drawn eyes and lips on the hand as well. The hand-mouth was synched with the host talking, so it gave the appearance that the host was not even there, and that the loud booming voice was coming from this giant hand. It was surreal.
I wish I could go on that show.
Dream #2 - I was walking home pushing a grocery cart, filled with groceries. I had to go through a forest in order to get home. I sensed someone behind me - I looked and saw a jogger. I moved over so that he could pass me (the path we were on was kinda narrow) but he stayed behind for a while, and then suddenly sped up. Sensing that something was wrong, I felt my back pocket and discovered that I no longer had my wallet.
Pissed, I began to chase the thief. At one point, I was going to jinx him with my wand (Why, yes, I had been reading Harry Potter before going to sleep - why do you ask?) but I remembered that using magic in Muggle areas was prohibited.
The pickpocket began to toss things from my wallet into the forest. My driver's license, my library card, and then my wallet itself. (He kept the cash.) Angry, I collected the items and then made the rest of the trip home.
The dream changed after that to where Stephanie and I were at some kind of play, but I really dont' remember that part.
My dreams make less sense then Restless.
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