Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Chinese Looking Out for Me

Dreamed I was involved with some shady characters. I don't think I was a prostitute per se, but I found myself in a convertible with some small-time hoods being friendly though I didn't really want to. I was sitting on the lap of a Joe Pesci-type in the driver's seat, and another guy was in back.

Can't remember when things started to get unfriendly, but at some point, it became apparent that I should get out of there. The guy in the back seat made like he was helping me to escape, and got me to crawl on my belly in the gutter. I also happened to be quite scantily clad by this point. After a while of crawling, I realized I was going in circles, and he was basically doing this to humiliate me and not actually let me get away.

John Hughes Dreamlife

Last night, in my dream, I lived in a John Hughes movie. A little odd, as I was married in the dream, but in high school. My father-in-law was Ted Danson (younger handsome Ted Danson), and he was the principal. There was a female teacher in the school who flirted shamelessly with him.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Antibiotic-fueled dreams

I've been sick for the past few weeks, and sleeping A LOT. I believe that there was a 48-hour period in which I was asleep for all but 4 hours of that time. One would think that cough syrup, Nyquil, and so on would have led to some fine and vivid dreams, but I didn't remember a thing after a solid 40 hours of sleeping (jeez, that's like a work week of sleeping!)

Until I start my antibiotics last night...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Daydream of missiles

So, this isn't a dream per se, but a daydream I have semi-frequently, usually while driving home from Newark Airport on the NJ Turnpike.

As you're driving, for the first mile or two you are directly under the approach path for planes landing on one of the runways.  Oftentimes you will have a plane flying directly over you, and can see a line of three or four more planes extending in a line off into the distance.

Anyway, the daydream I have is pretty simple.  I fantasize that terrorists are out in the middle of Newark or Elizabeth, and they shoot a ground-to-air missile at one of the planes.  I see the smoky contrails of the missile go from ground up to sky. 

My fantasy isn't really concerned about the plane, oddly -- I usually don't even consider whether or not the missile hit the plane.  But in my fantasy I immediately pull over and get a line of sight visual on the location from where the missile was fired.  I then call 911, get in touch with the state police, and help them triangulate the position of the bad guys in time to catch them.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Hostages on the homefront

I don't really remember the beginning of this dream I had last night, which I had while napping on the redeye from Vegas back home.  I was back in my childhood, and was riding around a forested suburban landscape (which looked nothing like where I grew up, actually) on a bicycle with a bunch of other people, none of whom left enough impression to be given specific faces.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Face from the past

Last night I dreamed I was watching the filming of a commercial. It was set in a European city on the steps of a Metro station and went back in forth in time following 2 people, a man and woman,who kept missing each other -- as children and as adults. And as I'm watching, I realize that the woman playing the adult version of the female is a former friend of mine, V.

V. was one of my first friends I met when I moved to NYC. She was a Mexican girl from LA and I had a bit of a girl-crush on her. When I first met her, she had a skater-girl look - short curly hair, barrettes, wore Vans. She taught me how to cook killer enchiladas, we went to hear bands together, she worked at Barneys and let me use her employee discount. We started drifting apart after she married a guy named Vinnie and moved to Queens. I was still a lazy Manhattanite for whom going to the outer boroughs was a major trip. She was slowly changing too - Vinnie liked her hair long, Vinnie liked it with blond highlights, Vinnie liked her wearing heels...

Anyway, as I watched the commercial filming, I thought about saying something to her, but just like the boy character kept walking by and just missing her, so did I.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

True Blood invades my sleep

So of course, I've had the obvious sexy Eric the vampire dreams... but this one last night - pretty bizarre:

I was on the corner of Washington Road and Faculty Road, and noticed that Nick's laptop bag was across the street, so I ran across the street to retrieve it, but by the time I got there, Lafayette was rummaging through the bag (though he was dressed not as himself, but more like someone from The Wire).

So I told him to stop. And he did but then he asked, "Excuse me, can I look through the bag?" And he was kinda menacing about it - menacing, but still sassy in the Lafayette way. I said, "No, you may NOT!" (totally Bill Compton...). And I yelled at Nick who was still on the other side of the street, "Buddy, he wants to steal stuff outta your bag!" And I kept trying to wrestle the bag away from Lafayette, so then he kicked me in the head, and I woke up.

(Second part of the night, I dreamt about Debbie and Claire practicing singing Clash songs in my living room, but in an annoying a cappella group fashion, while I was trying to sleep... This was just so infuriating, that I couldn't fall back asleep in real life, and got up at 4 am to watch tv...)