I have been remiss in writing lately... Some recent dreams involved:
1) My recurring dream of huge waves and tsunami-force waters again. The twist this time is that I was indoors, in the hypothetical Hawaii house of our graphic designer -- which had a wall of windows upon which the waters rose.
2) My pink stuffed animal pig was black, and I was in bed holding it. Someone else was in bed with me, and we were trying hard not to touch.
3) I went with my parents to visit my friend GH who was staying in a huge luxe multi-room hotel suite. He got a phone call from what sounded like a girlfriend, so we left him and went off to explore the suite. I opened a closet door, and a tall blond guy jumped out on me. Apparently he was GH's friend and they would ambush each other Inspector Clouseau-Kato style.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
Money and murder
I had this dream the night after Christmas.
I was going to NYC with two of my good friends. Somehow we decided we were going to take a helicopter to get there. (Rich folks sometimes take helicopters just to cross the Hudson without needing to take the bridge or tunnels, but I don't think many folks take them up from where I live.)
As we were flying in, I could see the skyscraper we were going to, on the south side of Manhatten. It was a towering skyscraper sorta by itself. The top floor was just a glass box giving you a view around you in 360 degrees. The sorta place that would give you vertigo if you were there, looking out and seeing how high up you were.
Then we started maneuvering between buildings as we approached, like a video game, swerving right and left to avoid obstacles.
Then the helicopter landed on the close side of the river, unexpectedly. We had to get out, and were going to take a limo the rest of the way. But we were stopped in a dirty, industrial area, and I remember thinking that we were going to get scammed or kidnapped or something bad.
At this point things get fuzzy. A driver showed up, but he was sketchy, and we didn't want to get into the car with him. Somehow or another we witnessed, or just realized, that he had just killed someone and stolen $100,000.
He tries to get us into the car, and we keep refusing. Now we're walking around this nice, grassy area, and then some walkways surrounding some beautiful pools, like you might find at resorts or high end hotels. He's chasing us, but it's at a walking pace, maybe because there were other people around and he's trying not to get their attention. He tells us he is going to call the police on us (maybe we were refusing to pay him?), and we tell him sure, go for it, and then we'll rat him out for the murder.
Somehow we manage to steal his keychain and keys, which somehow we knew were used to lock up the stolen money. He notices, and demands them back. I somehow slip the important key off and palm it when i return his keyring.
Then we sneak off to a dirty garage and steal the money back. Then the dream ended.
I was going to NYC with two of my good friends. Somehow we decided we were going to take a helicopter to get there. (Rich folks sometimes take helicopters just to cross the Hudson without needing to take the bridge or tunnels, but I don't think many folks take them up from where I live.)
As we were flying in, I could see the skyscraper we were going to, on the south side of Manhatten. It was a towering skyscraper sorta by itself. The top floor was just a glass box giving you a view around you in 360 degrees. The sorta place that would give you vertigo if you were there, looking out and seeing how high up you were.
Then we started maneuvering between buildings as we approached, like a video game, swerving right and left to avoid obstacles.
Then the helicopter landed on the close side of the river, unexpectedly. We had to get out, and were going to take a limo the rest of the way. But we were stopped in a dirty, industrial area, and I remember thinking that we were going to get scammed or kidnapped or something bad.
At this point things get fuzzy. A driver showed up, but he was sketchy, and we didn't want to get into the car with him. Somehow or another we witnessed, or just realized, that he had just killed someone and stolen $100,000.
He tries to get us into the car, and we keep refusing. Now we're walking around this nice, grassy area, and then some walkways surrounding some beautiful pools, like you might find at resorts or high end hotels. He's chasing us, but it's at a walking pace, maybe because there were other people around and he's trying not to get their attention. He tells us he is going to call the police on us (maybe we were refusing to pay him?), and we tell him sure, go for it, and then we'll rat him out for the murder.
Somehow we manage to steal his keychain and keys, which somehow we knew were used to lock up the stolen money. He notices, and demands them back. I somehow slip the important key off and palm it when i return his keyring.
Then we sneak off to a dirty garage and steal the money back. Then the dream ended.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Recent dream snippets
My stuffed animal pig had turned a deep red (instead of her usual powder pink). I said it was because she was sun-burned.
Was in a mall food court and saw an ex-boyfriend (looking exactly like his mid-20s self) even though it's been over 12 years. But when I stopped him, he seemed bewildered.
Louis C.K. was in my dream, can't remember what he was doing.
Had a couple hairless baby pandas in my kitchen. They started doing back flips all over the place, and I thought about opening the back door to let them outside, but then was afraid they'd run away. So I try to get them under a cardboard box with holes cut into it.
A guy who created super-powerful scents, using his own bodily smell. He was constantly sniffing his own crotch. His scents were sold black-market though, like drugs.
Peeing endlessly on the carpet.
Vincent Cassel wearing a Crips blue bandana do-rag on his head. I was in France with him and a German girl backpacker -- I couldn't speak any German.
Was in a mall food court and saw an ex-boyfriend (looking exactly like his mid-20s self) even though it's been over 12 years. But when I stopped him, he seemed bewildered.
Louis C.K. was in my dream, can't remember what he was doing.
Had a couple hairless baby pandas in my kitchen. They started doing back flips all over the place, and I thought about opening the back door to let them outside, but then was afraid they'd run away. So I try to get them under a cardboard box with holes cut into it.
A guy who created super-powerful scents, using his own bodily smell. He was constantly sniffing his own crotch. His scents were sold black-market though, like drugs.
Peeing endlessly on the carpet.
Vincent Cassel wearing a Crips blue bandana do-rag on his head. I was in France with him and a German girl backpacker -- I couldn't speak any German.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Hiding out
I was on a tour/ride in a big old mansion, but I wasn't paying much attention, and instead was busy texting. Someone said something to me about it, and I said, "But I've seen this movie before." Somehow I knew what was about to happen -- that the "tour" people were going to give us some hallucinogenic substance and pull some crazy shit to freak everyone out. So when an emergency siren went off and snakes started crawling all over the floors, I very quietly stuck down to the basement where there was an apartment, locked the door, grabbed a crank-powered flashlight radio and a plate of food, and crawled into a cubbyhole I had built into a closet. I also left a note for Redneckhunter (who I had left upstairs on the tour) in case something went wrong and I died in the closet.
So I was happily eating my plate of beef stew, in the closet, when I heard voices and footsteps coming down to the apartment. So I crawled completely into the closet - behind the hanging clothes and under a big black blanket. It was my friend Joyce and some men, and they apparently were the bad guy masterminds behind the whole thing. I must have made a noise or something because Joyce decided to look in the closet. I tried to hide completely under the blanket, wrapping it tightly around me. She was literally poking the blanket, and trying to pull it up. I was amazed she didn't find me, but at some point she gave up, and they all went back upstairs.
After things calmed down upstairs and Redneckhunter came back down. I jumped out and gave him a big hug.
So I was happily eating my plate of beef stew, in the closet, when I heard voices and footsteps coming down to the apartment. So I crawled completely into the closet - behind the hanging clothes and under a big black blanket. It was my friend Joyce and some men, and they apparently were the bad guy masterminds behind the whole thing. I must have made a noise or something because Joyce decided to look in the closet. I tried to hide completely under the blanket, wrapping it tightly around me. She was literally poking the blanket, and trying to pull it up. I was amazed she didn't find me, but at some point she gave up, and they all went back upstairs.
After things calmed down upstairs and Redneckhunter came back down. I jumped out and gave him a big hug.
Friday, September 9, 2011
My OCD comes out
I was masquerading as a teenager, hanging out with a bunch of kids who were trying to start a band. We got invited over to play for this older (40-something) Indian guy. But I was found out - a girl asked me, how old are you? When I told her to guess, she said 25, and I said, you got me (when really I'm close to 40...). Anyway, as the rest of the band was chatting with the Indian guy, I noticed how filthy the keys of the keyboard were, and I started wiping them with a Wetnap. The Indian guy called me out again, but I just had to keep cleaning it. While I was cleaning, they actually started playing music, so I was left out, but I was very happy when the keyboard was finally clean.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Water ride NYC
I was driving in with a couple people into New York City, and I decided to ditch them for the train at the last minute before going into the tunnel, so that I could go on this underground water ride. From the subway, you could ride on an innertube over rapids, while people tickled your feet and butt from below. It was a little odd having strangers touch you, but I was assured that all the volunteer ticklers had a strict ethos of non-groping -- it was a community and everyone looked out for everyone else. At the end of the ride, you exited out into a nice cafe with free snacks and beverages and mingling.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Bizarre Foods
I was with Andrew Zimmern of Bizarre Foods and we were in a boat in China helping our hosts pull up thousand-year-old eggs that had been made not by being buried in lye, but instead had been preserved underwater in a river.
My mom passed by somehow and asked what it was, and was surprised when Andrew Zimmern told her pi-dan (Chinese for preserved egg) because she had never seen them made this way underwater. I told him he should be proud to be eating something my mom had never even heard of.
My mom passed by somehow and asked what it was, and was surprised when Andrew Zimmern told her pi-dan (Chinese for preserved egg) because she had never seen them made this way underwater. I told him he should be proud to be eating something my mom had never even heard of.
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