Dreamed: Thursday Night February 26
I was at a sort of factory taking a break after work or something, hanging out with some friends at a patio adjacent the building. It was a concrete paved patio, terraced and with handrails around the paths that led to other parts of the site. We were sort of just standing around talking at dusk. I was with, at minimum, Trevor and Nate, and possibly some other guys.
Some guys came up to the patio area and started doing Capoeira. Nate and Trevor are big into capoeira, so they asked to join in. As they did, it became obvious that the other guys were not just playing around, they really wanted to hurt us. They were doing really major kicks and hits, and barely missing Trevor and Nate as they dodged.
Suddenly they kidnapped Trevor by putting him into an empty dump truck with a guy who had a stun gun. I was not really me anymore, but rather, I was the viewpoint of a camera following Trevor in the truck. From an overhead view, I watched the guy with the stun gun just stand in the truck bed with Trevor. The walls of the bed were taller than either of them and were plain yellow colored; the top was open. The "bad guys" were driving him somewhere. At one point, Trevor had escaped the bin of the truck and was hanging onto the bottom of the truck like in an action movie (the "camera" appropriately followed him for an under-truck view - very tense). I'm not sure why he didn't just jump off to escape.
The truck drove down a ramp into an underground level of a parking garage and Trevor and stun-gun guard disembarked. The head bad guy was there to meet them, and it was Marko from last season's So You Think You Can Dance - Australia (yeah, I know the people's names on that show, so sue me - I wanted Rhys to win). Marko (in my dream) was known for stun-gunning his captives to death. Just as he was approaching Trevor, Paulo came out from behind the truck. He was a bad guy but since he was also Trevor's friend, he told Marko that he'd take care of Trevor. Marko begrudgingly let Paulo lead Trevor away.
Paulo led Trevor to a little alcove in the parking garage and told him to stand in a corner and not move an inch. In the time that Trevor was standing there, he turned into a blue steel I beam with a concrete block base. A group of bow-and-arrow armed men suddenly ran toward Trevor, awaking him from his trance. They had been sent by Marko to scare him. And if an "accident" happened and Trevor was killed, Marko wouldn't have been very remorseful.
The group of archaically armed men told Trevor to stand on a concrete handrail in the middle of a nearby ramp. As he did, he and Paulo realized that they could take out all of the bow-and-arrow clad guys in one huge Matrix-like slaughter. They were about to do so when the camera panned back to me, suddenly a guest in the Harris' house across the street from my mom's place.
I was getting up from their living room and walking through the kitchen. Al Harris (the dad) was carrying in a tub (like a 2' diameter x 1' deep steel tub with handles) full of huge purple grapes. I proceeded through to the adjacent dining room to find Andrea Harris (the mom) holding Laurie as a baby. Next to Andrea was her mom (who I never met in real life) who was crushing pieces of dry rice to make a "traditional" Panamanian dish for dinner. Andrea was smiling as she held Laurie who was very cute. She was telling me what a good baby Laurie was and how much I was going to like her when she was older. I almost told her that I will like Laurie when she's older, but I didn't want to freak her out with the whole being from the future thing, because clearly I was in the past.
I woke up rather exhausted (from this and Flying with Medieval Worf, they were back to back).
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Flying with Medieval Worf
Dreamed: Thursday Night February 26
I watched someone get sucked into a standing ring of fuchsia goo that was a gateway to another world. Similar to Stargate, the movie (or the tv show), or going into an instance in World of Warcraft. I decided that I should go into the ring of goo also, and was whisked away to a medieval world of stone walls and walkways. I was outside on a sunny day with my partner in crime, who turned out to be Commander Worf, in a sort of castle complex, like in the game Ico or Neverwinter Nights (apparently I play too many video games).
We were walking around looking for "bad guys" to fight. Before long we had entered a court yard where I was flying over the grassy landscape using my magic dust powder, which did in fact appear to be light blue glitter. A sorceress appeared in the courtyard as the light dimmed to sunset. She took all of our magic items and we were scared and didn't know what to do. Worf and I climbed up on a ledge that led to another level of the castle. She flew over to meet us there and we were able to bargain with her to return some of our stuff.
Worf started taking a bit more of his stuff back from the lady when she wasn't looking; he's quite daring (today is a good day to die!). Then he confused and surprised me when he took more than half of his magic powder and mixed it in a beaker with some liquid to make neon green goo. I didn't know what it was for, but I figured it had to be good for him to use up most of his magic powder.
I watched someone get sucked into a standing ring of fuchsia goo that was a gateway to another world. Similar to Stargate, the movie (or the tv show), or going into an instance in World of Warcraft. I decided that I should go into the ring of goo also, and was whisked away to a medieval world of stone walls and walkways. I was outside on a sunny day with my partner in crime, who turned out to be Commander Worf, in a sort of castle complex, like in the game Ico or Neverwinter Nights (apparently I play too many video games).
We were walking around looking for "bad guys" to fight. Before long we had entered a court yard where I was flying over the grassy landscape using my magic dust powder, which did in fact appear to be light blue glitter. A sorceress appeared in the courtyard as the light dimmed to sunset. She took all of our magic items and we were scared and didn't know what to do. Worf and I climbed up on a ledge that led to another level of the castle. She flew over to meet us there and we were able to bargain with her to return some of our stuff.
Worf started taking a bit more of his stuff back from the lady when she wasn't looking; he's quite daring (today is a good day to die!). Then he confused and surprised me when he took more than half of his magic powder and mixed it in a beaker with some liquid to make neon green goo. I didn't know what it was for, but I figured it had to be good for him to use up most of his magic powder.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sabrina's Wedding
Dreamed: Saturday Night February 21
I was at an events hall for Sabrina Rangel's wedding. In reality, Sabrina and I have just become Facebook friends and she is already married. But in the dream, I was attending her wedding wearing a long silk dress and heels. I was there alone but there were tons of people I knew in attendance.
The venue was a strange banquet hall; a long hallway led to two separate banquet areas, both of which were occupied by the wedding party, though the rooms were not linked. The ceilings were low and the place was decorated like a run of the mill hotel (short, boring carpet, stark walls, bland window hangings, vaguely blue themed). The two banquet areas had rows of tables and chairs that all faced one direction, like it was a conference rather than a wedding.
I was seated in the larger hall next to Jenny Hacker, who was offended when I told her that I wanted to go sit with some other friends. To make amends, I told her I'd like to sit between her and my other friends, but she didn't really buy it. There was a rack of clothes in the middle of the wide aisle, like in a department store. There were lots of wacky clothes on this rack, and Jenny started putting them on. She put on white stretchy pants, a dark blue puffy jacket and bright red lipstick; I told her she looked like a walking American flag. I took some vogue pictures of her posing in that outfit with a flag behind her.
I wandered into the other banquet room to see if I knew anyone there. I saw Jolene, Casey Meirovitz, and lots of other people that I can't remember now. Casey asked me how I'd been; we haven't seen each other since high school. He looked a bit dazed. There were lots of other people I knew that I said hi to.
Walking back to my banquet room, I saw Olivia (Sabrina's sister) whom I had been surprised not to have seen already. She was in regular clothes, jeans and a blouse, and was walking with a cane, which I thought was odd. When she said hi, I thought, "oh yeah, that's the way Olivia always says hi to me" regarding her tone of voice (even though there is no particular way she says hi to me in real life).
As I arrived back into the big banquet room, I saw that Sabrina's parents had brought her a small chocolate cake that had one pink candle and said something like "Worst Day Ever" on it. They had gotten this because a variety of things had gone wrong and the wedding had been held up for hours and she was upset about it. Her parents had gotten her the extra cake to cheer her up and she seemed entertained about it.
Instead of kicking the party out early because we were running late, the venue had decided to tell the wedding party who had booked after Sabrina that they were cancelled. Someone told me this in the hallway and I gasped in surprise.
Later on, I remember dancing a bit while still confined in our rows of seats and tables and Vida Soto gave me a butt bump (nudged me with her hip while she was dancing) that almost knocked me over as I was precarious in heels. She was wearing a sequened dress and having a great time. I thought it odd that I run into her in "real life" after she was just randomly in my dream the other night.
I was at an events hall for Sabrina Rangel's wedding. In reality, Sabrina and I have just become Facebook friends and she is already married. But in the dream, I was attending her wedding wearing a long silk dress and heels. I was there alone but there were tons of people I knew in attendance.
The venue was a strange banquet hall; a long hallway led to two separate banquet areas, both of which were occupied by the wedding party, though the rooms were not linked. The ceilings were low and the place was decorated like a run of the mill hotel (short, boring carpet, stark walls, bland window hangings, vaguely blue themed). The two banquet areas had rows of tables and chairs that all faced one direction, like it was a conference rather than a wedding.
I was seated in the larger hall next to Jenny Hacker, who was offended when I told her that I wanted to go sit with some other friends. To make amends, I told her I'd like to sit between her and my other friends, but she didn't really buy it. There was a rack of clothes in the middle of the wide aisle, like in a department store. There were lots of wacky clothes on this rack, and Jenny started putting them on. She put on white stretchy pants, a dark blue puffy jacket and bright red lipstick; I told her she looked like a walking American flag. I took some vogue pictures of her posing in that outfit with a flag behind her.
I wandered into the other banquet room to see if I knew anyone there. I saw Jolene, Casey Meirovitz, and lots of other people that I can't remember now. Casey asked me how I'd been; we haven't seen each other since high school. He looked a bit dazed. There were lots of other people I knew that I said hi to.
Walking back to my banquet room, I saw Olivia (Sabrina's sister) whom I had been surprised not to have seen already. She was in regular clothes, jeans and a blouse, and was walking with a cane, which I thought was odd. When she said hi, I thought, "oh yeah, that's the way Olivia always says hi to me" regarding her tone of voice (even though there is no particular way she says hi to me in real life).
As I arrived back into the big banquet room, I saw that Sabrina's parents had brought her a small chocolate cake that had one pink candle and said something like "Worst Day Ever" on it. They had gotten this because a variety of things had gone wrong and the wedding had been held up for hours and she was upset about it. Her parents had gotten her the extra cake to cheer her up and she seemed entertained about it.
Instead of kicking the party out early because we were running late, the venue had decided to tell the wedding party who had booked after Sabrina that they were cancelled. Someone told me this in the hallway and I gasped in surprise.
Later on, I remember dancing a bit while still confined in our rows of seats and tables and Vida Soto gave me a butt bump (nudged me with her hip while she was dancing) that almost knocked me over as I was precarious in heels. She was wearing a sequened dress and having a great time. I thought it odd that I run into her in "real life" after she was just randomly in my dream the other night.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Parties and Olympics
Dreamed: Tuesday Night February 17
Three separate dreams:
1) We're having a patented "family party" at my mom's house in Hayward. The party is in full swing and most of my extended family is there, including my Grandmam (in real life, she passed away a few years ago). For some reason I only bought one two-liter of Mountain Dew for everyone to drink. I was just becoming aware of this as I watched my Grandmam drink a glass of Mountain Dew, which was amusing since she would usually limit herself to more dignified beverages like tonic water.
Noting the deficiency in refreshments, Tiffany and I decide to go to the weird nearby corner store/party shop for some Sprite. This place (a fictional establishment) was a one room store that sold flowers, cards, balloons, streamers, and assorted other nonsense. I thought they'd have soda for some reason, which they did, but they were fancy sodas in strange bottles. I asked the clerk if they had Sprite and she showed me to the closest thing they had: ginger ale in a fancy, three foot tall glass bottle. In reality, I'm not sure if I could have carried the thing home.
2) It was night time and I was downstairs in a dingy house where a party was going on. There were lots of people around, the lights were dim, loud music pulsing - the standard. I don't remmeber being there with anyone in particular, but I wasn't self conscious about being alone either. There was suddenly some sort of emergency that required everyone to evacuate, but it must have been a drill or something because no one was very panicked or rushed. I was one of the last to leave; I think I was helping evacuate everyone properly. I vaguely remember adorning some sort of vest for this purpose. On my way out, I passed Vida Soto and gave her a high five.
3) I was in the audience at an Olympic event. This event does not really exist; it was a ridiculous setup that was basically men's gymnastics - like the parallel bars or the rings or something - but these acts were performed about 10 stories up in the air over a really big pool. The strange thing (stranger) was that the audience couldn't really see what was going on because all the seats were under an overhang that made up the walls of the giant cyllindrical atrium where this athlete was performing. So basically, there was a large, very deep, circular pool and a tall atrium shaft directly above it. At the top of this shaft, some guy is doing gymnastics. The audience is tucked into a ring around the pool at the bottom, such that there is no direct line of sight between the audience and the gymnist.
The really tricky part about this event though, is that the gymnist has to climb the walls to get up to the top to do his tricks. And before he climbs, he stands at the edge of the pool, right in front of the audience, and a member of the audience (me, this time) hands him some hairs (like ones that I shed from my head - oh god, they're in my dreams too - they're everywhere!) which he has to use to climb up the atrium. Yes, he had to use hairs, no, I have no idea what that even means.
I remember hearing one of the other audience members saying that the hard part about this event is doing it in front of a crowd, which I thought was odd because the guy couldn't even see the crowd from the top of the atrium; it's not like it was in a normal stadium. When the gymnist finished his routine, he dropped through the air for about 100 feet and into the deep pool below. I thought it was odd even in the dream.
Three separate dreams:
1) We're having a patented "family party" at my mom's house in Hayward. The party is in full swing and most of my extended family is there, including my Grandmam (in real life, she passed away a few years ago). For some reason I only bought one two-liter of Mountain Dew for everyone to drink. I was just becoming aware of this as I watched my Grandmam drink a glass of Mountain Dew, which was amusing since she would usually limit herself to more dignified beverages like tonic water.
Noting the deficiency in refreshments, Tiffany and I decide to go to the weird nearby corner store/party shop for some Sprite. This place (a fictional establishment) was a one room store that sold flowers, cards, balloons, streamers, and assorted other nonsense. I thought they'd have soda for some reason, which they did, but they were fancy sodas in strange bottles. I asked the clerk if they had Sprite and she showed me to the closest thing they had: ginger ale in a fancy, three foot tall glass bottle. In reality, I'm not sure if I could have carried the thing home.
2) It was night time and I was downstairs in a dingy house where a party was going on. There were lots of people around, the lights were dim, loud music pulsing - the standard. I don't remmeber being there with anyone in particular, but I wasn't self conscious about being alone either. There was suddenly some sort of emergency that required everyone to evacuate, but it must have been a drill or something because no one was very panicked or rushed. I was one of the last to leave; I think I was helping evacuate everyone properly. I vaguely remember adorning some sort of vest for this purpose. On my way out, I passed Vida Soto and gave her a high five.
3) I was in the audience at an Olympic event. This event does not really exist; it was a ridiculous setup that was basically men's gymnastics - like the parallel bars or the rings or something - but these acts were performed about 10 stories up in the air over a really big pool. The strange thing (stranger) was that the audience couldn't really see what was going on because all the seats were under an overhang that made up the walls of the giant cyllindrical atrium where this athlete was performing. So basically, there was a large, very deep, circular pool and a tall atrium shaft directly above it. At the top of this shaft, some guy is doing gymnastics. The audience is tucked into a ring around the pool at the bottom, such that there is no direct line of sight between the audience and the gymnist.
The really tricky part about this event though, is that the gymnist has to climb the walls to get up to the top to do his tricks. And before he climbs, he stands at the edge of the pool, right in front of the audience, and a member of the audience (me, this time) hands him some hairs (like ones that I shed from my head - oh god, they're in my dreams too - they're everywhere!) which he has to use to climb up the atrium. Yes, he had to use hairs, no, I have no idea what that even means.
I remember hearing one of the other audience members saying that the hard part about this event is doing it in front of a crowd, which I thought was odd because the guy couldn't even see the crowd from the top of the atrium; it's not like it was in a normal stadium. When the gymnist finished his routine, he dropped through the air for about 100 feet and into the deep pool below. I thought it was odd even in the dream.
Monday, February 16, 2009
AK on the Airplane
Dreamed: Monday Night February 16
I'm not sure where we were flying, but we were in the plane on the runway, ready to go. The plane was a really big one and every other row of seats was turned around so you could look at the people behind you. Which was nice because I was there with a group of friends (no idea which ones) and this way we could all chat on the plane.
Cedric the Entertainer was the plane's captain, though he was seated in the middle of the plane instead of in the cockpit. He was yelling at everybody to sit down because we can't take off if everyone isn't seated. But he wasn't using the microphone, he was just yelling it out loud.
The plane started to take off, then Cedric got all in a fuss and set the plane back down on the runway. A girl had gotten up out of her seat, so he had had to land again. He yelled at her, then tried again to take off. My friends and I made snide comments about her for being so stupid. Why would you stand up when the plane was taking off? The same girl got up again, looking totally clueless. She was seated in the back row, and was a small asian girl. I couldn't figure out why she would keep getting up; she did not even appear to be heading toward the bathroom.
After Captain Cedric yells at her a second time, I watch her go into the bathroom and start to assemble an AK-47 gun. There was a little window in the bathroom door (pretty rude, remind me to complain to the airline) where I could see her assembling the gun. I almost thought it was funny because, how did this little girl smuggle in a gun the size of my leg?
We all see her doing this and get under our seats (for some reason it's possible to fit under these plane seats, and we feel this is the best defense at this point). I pull my backpack near the side of me so there is only a little bit of me exposed. I watch as the girl walks down the aisle slowly.
Cedric is trying to talk her down. I keep thinking she's just going to shoot him, but he keeps talking to her, telling her to not be stupid and step off the plane with him. She keeps walking toward Cedric, but then turns to my aisle. I believe it was a guy named Matt from my high school who she was targeting; he was sitting kitty corner to me, huddled under his chair. She pointed the gun at his back; I realized he was the one making fun of her the most audibly before.
I also then realized that she just gave him the chance to be a hero: he turned, in slow motion, and grabbed the gun from her, knocking her down in the process. He had totally saved the day from this unprepared terrorist girl.
Somehow Cedric had been injured in all this hubbub and I took it upon myself to assist him as we left the plane. The stairs we were using to disembark were not a regular set of airplane stairs on wheels, but were somehow a large set of Roman-esque stone steps. They were very nice, if I do say. I was practically carrying Cedric down the stairs, surely a comical sight.
When we got to the bottom, Cedric was magically someone else's concern and my friends and I were in a stone paved square in what seemed like a nice European town. There was a woman in the square, and she was one of the only people around. She was immense; at least 6' tall, and wearing 6"+ heels. We approached her and realized it was Nicole Kidman. She looked very odd - way too smiley to be standing there alone in short shorts, ridiculous heels, and like a bonnet or some weird hat.
Suddenly I was a "character" in my own dream again, sort of a hillbilly type, and I decided that it was "in character" for me to take a picture of Nicole. So I took some pictures, but I made sure they weren't terribly good ones (didn't zoom in or make sure I was at a good angle or anything) because my character surely would have taken only mediocre photos.
I'm not sure where we were flying, but we were in the plane on the runway, ready to go. The plane was a really big one and every other row of seats was turned around so you could look at the people behind you. Which was nice because I was there with a group of friends (no idea which ones) and this way we could all chat on the plane.
Cedric the Entertainer was the plane's captain, though he was seated in the middle of the plane instead of in the cockpit. He was yelling at everybody to sit down because we can't take off if everyone isn't seated. But he wasn't using the microphone, he was just yelling it out loud.
The plane started to take off, then Cedric got all in a fuss and set the plane back down on the runway. A girl had gotten up out of her seat, so he had had to land again. He yelled at her, then tried again to take off. My friends and I made snide comments about her for being so stupid. Why would you stand up when the plane was taking off? The same girl got up again, looking totally clueless. She was seated in the back row, and was a small asian girl. I couldn't figure out why she would keep getting up; she did not even appear to be heading toward the bathroom.
After Captain Cedric yells at her a second time, I watch her go into the bathroom and start to assemble an AK-47 gun. There was a little window in the bathroom door (pretty rude, remind me to complain to the airline) where I could see her assembling the gun. I almost thought it was funny because, how did this little girl smuggle in a gun the size of my leg?
We all see her doing this and get under our seats (for some reason it's possible to fit under these plane seats, and we feel this is the best defense at this point). I pull my backpack near the side of me so there is only a little bit of me exposed. I watch as the girl walks down the aisle slowly.
Cedric is trying to talk her down. I keep thinking she's just going to shoot him, but he keeps talking to her, telling her to not be stupid and step off the plane with him. She keeps walking toward Cedric, but then turns to my aisle. I believe it was a guy named Matt from my high school who she was targeting; he was sitting kitty corner to me, huddled under his chair. She pointed the gun at his back; I realized he was the one making fun of her the most audibly before.
I also then realized that she just gave him the chance to be a hero: he turned, in slow motion, and grabbed the gun from her, knocking her down in the process. He had totally saved the day from this unprepared terrorist girl.
Somehow Cedric had been injured in all this hubbub and I took it upon myself to assist him as we left the plane. The stairs we were using to disembark were not a regular set of airplane stairs on wheels, but were somehow a large set of Roman-esque stone steps. They were very nice, if I do say. I was practically carrying Cedric down the stairs, surely a comical sight.
When we got to the bottom, Cedric was magically someone else's concern and my friends and I were in a stone paved square in what seemed like a nice European town. There was a woman in the square, and she was one of the only people around. She was immense; at least 6' tall, and wearing 6"+ heels. We approached her and realized it was Nicole Kidman. She looked very odd - way too smiley to be standing there alone in short shorts, ridiculous heels, and like a bonnet or some weird hat.
Suddenly I was a "character" in my own dream again, sort of a hillbilly type, and I decided that it was "in character" for me to take a picture of Nicole. So I took some pictures, but I made sure they weren't terribly good ones (didn't zoom in or make sure I was at a good angle or anything) because my character surely would have taken only mediocre photos.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Left out of Laser Tag
Dreamed: Saturday Night February 14
To explain, I worked at a laser tag place in Hayward, CA for two years when I was a teenager. I had some of the best times of my life there with the other employees, customers, and playing laser tag. I have dreams about laser tag, whether at the place I worked or some strange similar place, and the people I knew from there probably once a week on average. It haunts my subconscious fervently.
We were having a Planet Lazer (PL) reunion at a laser tag place that I've never been to (in real life or the dream). We had rented the typical party room with neon-paint-splattered walls and blacklights mounted on the ceiling. There were a couple of long banquet tables in the room that we all gathered around in chairs. People were showing up one at a time, but I started to realize that I didn't really recognize many of the people.
There were some of the main crew, but I only really remember seeing Melissa, Rick, and Yolanda. The other people were either people who only came to PL a couple times, or were just friends of other people who I did not know. For some reason most of the people there were extremely overweight. Not just chubby regular people, but extremely obese. I was wondering why everyone's friends were all so fat.
We were chatting around the table and munching pizza when we decided to play a game of laser tag. Everyone was signing up and paying at the front counter but I was hanging back in the party room until the crowd cleared. I was also chatting with Yolanda, who I haven't seen in probably close to ten years; I don't remember what we were saying. She smiled a lot. She's always been very pretty and still was.
I got up to go sign up for the laser game, but noticed that everyone had already gone in and was playing without me! I was sort of upset since I don't really get to play too often, especially not with my old laser friends. So I went back to Yolanda and waited for everyone to come out.
When they did, my dad was one of the folks to exit. I was like, "Dad?". Not only did I not see him before, but I'm not sure why he would be playing laser tag with my friends and not me. He was my dad from when I was a kid: probably in his thirties and thinner than I can remember him ever being. He was wiping sweat off of his face with a towel since he had ran around a lot in the game. He wore a horizontal stripped collared shirt and a baseball cap that were in sort of 1980's style.
To explain, I worked at a laser tag place in Hayward, CA for two years when I was a teenager. I had some of the best times of my life there with the other employees, customers, and playing laser tag. I have dreams about laser tag, whether at the place I worked or some strange similar place, and the people I knew from there probably once a week on average. It haunts my subconscious fervently.
We were having a Planet Lazer (PL) reunion at a laser tag place that I've never been to (in real life or the dream). We had rented the typical party room with neon-paint-splattered walls and blacklights mounted on the ceiling. There were a couple of long banquet tables in the room that we all gathered around in chairs. People were showing up one at a time, but I started to realize that I didn't really recognize many of the people.
There were some of the main crew, but I only really remember seeing Melissa, Rick, and Yolanda. The other people were either people who only came to PL a couple times, or were just friends of other people who I did not know. For some reason most of the people there were extremely overweight. Not just chubby regular people, but extremely obese. I was wondering why everyone's friends were all so fat.
We were chatting around the table and munching pizza when we decided to play a game of laser tag. Everyone was signing up and paying at the front counter but I was hanging back in the party room until the crowd cleared. I was also chatting with Yolanda, who I haven't seen in probably close to ten years; I don't remember what we were saying. She smiled a lot. She's always been very pretty and still was.
I got up to go sign up for the laser game, but noticed that everyone had already gone in and was playing without me! I was sort of upset since I don't really get to play too often, especially not with my old laser friends. So I went back to Yolanda and waited for everyone to come out.
When they did, my dad was one of the folks to exit. I was like, "Dad?". Not only did I not see him before, but I'm not sure why he would be playing laser tag with my friends and not me. He was my dad from when I was a kid: probably in his thirties and thinner than I can remember him ever being. He was wiping sweat off of his face with a towel since he had ran around a lot in the game. He wore a horizontal stripped collared shirt and a baseball cap that were in sort of 1980's style.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Leonardo Movie
Dreamed: Thursday Night February 12
I often have dreams where the dream is like a movie and I'm either watching the movie or I'm a character in the movie. As in, I play someone else and sometimes am someone else; sometimes it's just like looking through someone else's eyes. This dream was like that.
I'm in a car, maybe a pick up truck or a sedan, something with room for three people along the front bench seat. It's night time and we're driving slowly along a residential street, approaching the house of our destination which is more or less my Grandmam's previous house in Castro Valley. There may or may not have been other people in the back seat. The girl driving was my sister (not my real sister, but the sister of my character in the movie; she resembles Gwyneth Paltrow) and the man on my right was her husband, Leonardo DiCaprio. My character is secretly in love with Leo and is burdened by the typical movie-drama anxiety that arises with forbidden attraction.
We pull up in front of a house that is all lit up and very beautiful. It's sort of similar to my Grandmam's house, but it actually looks nothing like it (go figure). The house is two stories tall with dark wood trim and is sunk into a beautifully landscaped garden that is all lit up with strings of lights. There is a warm yellow glow emanating from every window of the house. I decide to take some pictures of the house to practice my night photography skills.
Still in front of the house, I am suddenly pregnant and about to have a baby. I know that Leo is the father of this baby, and my sister appears to be savvy to it as well. I exit screen left to have the baby but we pretend that it was actually she that had the baby and it was theirs. It was a boy and it was huge and not very cute. Very potato-esque.
Back in front of the house, now at about dusk, a jaguar races by me (a wild cat, not a silly car) through the side yard of the house. It was huge and jet black and chasing someone. The person it was chasing was me; I was running in front of it (still my character, not really me - yes I'm in two places at once here, don't ask). From the vantage point of the person not being chased by the jaguar, I was upset because I realized this was probably a movie where animals get killed. I hate those movies.
I turned toward the house to see a gigantic pig standing in the entry way. This pig was at least a few tons, you would have to look eye to eye with if you were to stand in front of it. After the pig made some statement in a proper British accent, I realized it was a movie with talking animals and decided that I hate those movies even more.
The camera then zoomed out to an overhead view of a black train chasing a red train all around the residential block we were on. The black train was the jaguar and the red train was me. The black train was far faster, but the red train kept escaping with deft maneuvers. Cut to the culmination of this chase in a garage near the back of the house. The bad guy (previously jaguar/black train, now turned tiny man) was perched on a small laptop on a shelf.
He had somehow won this "battle" and was about to kill me or make me his bride or something sinister. I was just standing in front of him, maybe six feet away, being a regular full-sized person, maybe four times bigger than the pint sized man (no idea why I couldn't just leave or bop him on the head or something).
In comes Leo (sighhh, my hero) wielding some foam board (like the kind you use to make school presentations when you're in high school) which he uses to knock the small man off his laptop throne. The man falls onto the ground and is defeated in a very "G" movie sort of way (generally falling unconscious and presumed dead with no blood or gore).
I wanted to confess my love and tell Leo that Ugly Baby was actually his and mine, but that's when I woke up.
I often have dreams where the dream is like a movie and I'm either watching the movie or I'm a character in the movie. As in, I play someone else and sometimes am someone else; sometimes it's just like looking through someone else's eyes. This dream was like that.
I'm in a car, maybe a pick up truck or a sedan, something with room for three people along the front bench seat. It's night time and we're driving slowly along a residential street, approaching the house of our destination which is more or less my Grandmam's previous house in Castro Valley. There may or may not have been other people in the back seat. The girl driving was my sister (not my real sister, but the sister of my character in the movie; she resembles Gwyneth Paltrow) and the man on my right was her husband, Leonardo DiCaprio. My character is secretly in love with Leo and is burdened by the typical movie-drama anxiety that arises with forbidden attraction.
We pull up in front of a house that is all lit up and very beautiful. It's sort of similar to my Grandmam's house, but it actually looks nothing like it (go figure). The house is two stories tall with dark wood trim and is sunk into a beautifully landscaped garden that is all lit up with strings of lights. There is a warm yellow glow emanating from every window of the house. I decide to take some pictures of the house to practice my night photography skills.
Still in front of the house, I am suddenly pregnant and about to have a baby. I know that Leo is the father of this baby, and my sister appears to be savvy to it as well. I exit screen left to have the baby but we pretend that it was actually she that had the baby and it was theirs. It was a boy and it was huge and not very cute. Very potato-esque.
Back in front of the house, now at about dusk, a jaguar races by me (a wild cat, not a silly car) through the side yard of the house. It was huge and jet black and chasing someone. The person it was chasing was me; I was running in front of it (still my character, not really me - yes I'm in two places at once here, don't ask). From the vantage point of the person not being chased by the jaguar, I was upset because I realized this was probably a movie where animals get killed. I hate those movies.
I turned toward the house to see a gigantic pig standing in the entry way. This pig was at least a few tons, you would have to look eye to eye with if you were to stand in front of it. After the pig made some statement in a proper British accent, I realized it was a movie with talking animals and decided that I hate those movies even more.
The camera then zoomed out to an overhead view of a black train chasing a red train all around the residential block we were on. The black train was the jaguar and the red train was me. The black train was far faster, but the red train kept escaping with deft maneuvers. Cut to the culmination of this chase in a garage near the back of the house. The bad guy (previously jaguar/black train, now turned tiny man) was perched on a small laptop on a shelf.
He had somehow won this "battle" and was about to kill me or make me his bride or something sinister. I was just standing in front of him, maybe six feet away, being a regular full-sized person, maybe four times bigger than the pint sized man (no idea why I couldn't just leave or bop him on the head or something).
In comes Leo (sighhh, my hero) wielding some foam board (like the kind you use to make school presentations when you're in high school) which he uses to knock the small man off his laptop throne. The man falls onto the ground and is defeated in a very "G" movie sort of way (generally falling unconscious and presumed dead with no blood or gore).
I wanted to confess my love and tell Leo that Ugly Baby was actually his and mine, but that's when I woke up.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Space Buildings
Dreamed: Tuesday Night February 10
I was designing a 20 story steel building in an unknown location. It wasn't supposed to be unknown, I'm just not sure where it was going to be built. I was not enthused about the design thus far. I was going over this mullion design with the architect (mullions are small columns between window panes) and realized that I did not design the mullion for the loads from all the stories above it. For some reason I had only put the weight of the floor directly above onto the member, though I didn't seem to care much.
The architect put my structural information into some fancy computer program he had which made a 3-D cartoon-style drawing of the building. My mullions were shimmering and jiggling in the program, which meant that they were about to buckle which was because I didn't design them right. I was going to fix them at some point and felt a bit stupid for not doing it correctly.
Suddenly I was in space. Like free-floating in the orbit of space looking down on the earth. I was not noticeably in a space suit, nor was I suffocating or falling toward earth. I was looking down onto that building that was now being built down on the earth's surface. Scott Taylor was with me, he was the astronaut who had escorted me into space.
I thought to myself, 'See? Anyone can be an astronaut, you just need to work for other commercial companies rather than NASA'. Scott and I watched as my building was built (for some reason we could see up close on the area where the building was) and as smoke and fire rose up on other parts of the earth. I assume the fire and burning is due to the current fires burning down Victoria, but in my dream they looked more bomb-ish than fire-ey. So it goes.
I was designing a 20 story steel building in an unknown location. It wasn't supposed to be unknown, I'm just not sure where it was going to be built. I was not enthused about the design thus far. I was going over this mullion design with the architect (mullions are small columns between window panes) and realized that I did not design the mullion for the loads from all the stories above it. For some reason I had only put the weight of the floor directly above onto the member, though I didn't seem to care much.
The architect put my structural information into some fancy computer program he had which made a 3-D cartoon-style drawing of the building. My mullions were shimmering and jiggling in the program, which meant that they were about to buckle which was because I didn't design them right. I was going to fix them at some point and felt a bit stupid for not doing it correctly.
Suddenly I was in space. Like free-floating in the orbit of space looking down on the earth. I was not noticeably in a space suit, nor was I suffocating or falling toward earth. I was looking down onto that building that was now being built down on the earth's surface. Scott Taylor was with me, he was the astronaut who had escorted me into space.
I thought to myself, 'See? Anyone can be an astronaut, you just need to work for other commercial companies rather than NASA'. Scott and I watched as my building was built (for some reason we could see up close on the area where the building was) and as smoke and fire rose up on other parts of the earth. I assume the fire and burning is due to the current fires burning down Victoria, but in my dream they looked more bomb-ish than fire-ey. So it goes.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Kennedy's
Dreamed: Monday Night February 9
I was at the Kennedy's house for some reason; a place I haven't been in reality for probably over ten years. It was holiday season and all their kids were home and we were all sitting at their dining room table. In reality, the Kennedy's have only two kids, but in my dream they had about ten, all full grown. This table was immense, it could have fit 30 people, like something out of Bruce Wayne's house.
As I looked around, the entire house was actually enormous. And not like mansion enormous, but like warehouse enormous. The distance between the walls in the dining room was a wide as a four lane highway, and the atrium near the stairs was four stories high. I squinted to see the framed portraits adorning the wall all the way up, even though you could only really see the ones at normal height. I thought it was odd that you'd still put pictures that high up on the wall where no one could see them.
There were some snacks on the giant table and everyone was talking. One of the goodies in front of me was a basket of muffins. They were vanilla muffins with chocolate gooey interior. But I had just eaten some chocolate chip cookies at my mom's house and didn't want any more sweets (as if that would deter me in real life - I love dream world). The person at the head of the table, just next to me, was suddenly Monique. She was telling me, in a joking way, that I needed to have a muffin or she'd be offended. But she kept calling them cookies even though they were clearly muffins.
I glanced across the table and down a few seats to see Carol Kennedy, the mom of the family. She was intent on something in front of her on the table, wrapping a present or something. She was very young, maybe as young as when I was a kid, and she looked like a young Sigourney Weaver.
I was at the Kennedy's house for some reason; a place I haven't been in reality for probably over ten years. It was holiday season and all their kids were home and we were all sitting at their dining room table. In reality, the Kennedy's have only two kids, but in my dream they had about ten, all full grown. This table was immense, it could have fit 30 people, like something out of Bruce Wayne's house.
As I looked around, the entire house was actually enormous. And not like mansion enormous, but like warehouse enormous. The distance between the walls in the dining room was a wide as a four lane highway, and the atrium near the stairs was four stories high. I squinted to see the framed portraits adorning the wall all the way up, even though you could only really see the ones at normal height. I thought it was odd that you'd still put pictures that high up on the wall where no one could see them.
There were some snacks on the giant table and everyone was talking. One of the goodies in front of me was a basket of muffins. They were vanilla muffins with chocolate gooey interior. But I had just eaten some chocolate chip cookies at my mom's house and didn't want any more sweets (as if that would deter me in real life - I love dream world). The person at the head of the table, just next to me, was suddenly Monique. She was telling me, in a joking way, that I needed to have a muffin or she'd be offended. But she kept calling them cookies even though they were clearly muffins.
I glanced across the table and down a few seats to see Carol Kennedy, the mom of the family. She was intent on something in front of her on the table, wrapping a present or something. She was very young, maybe as young as when I was a kid, and she looked like a young Sigourney Weaver.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Rambo Nomads*
Dreamed: Friday Night February 6
I show up to "my house" - not actually any house I've ever lived in, but is a nice sprawling one story with nice carpet - to find that Kit has been "attacked". All the lights were off but dim light shown through the drawn blinds. Someone had broken in and acupunctured Kit, but with bigger needles than normal - more like golf tees - which was obviously hurting her. I approached her as she sat in a wicker chair. She was sitting upright and looking pained. I pulled out the "needles", gathered up her and my stuff, and headed somewhere else for fear of the people who did this coming back.
Cut to me traversing a random township and wilderness area with a group of people who are being similarly threatened and have nowhere to go. It's daytime and overcast. No idea why I wouldn't call family or friends; I was somewhere completely foreign, though it looked surprisingly similar to some scenes from the original Rambo.
And like Rambo, we were similarly vagabonding. In addition to Kit, who was ok at this point and seemed to be able to keep up with us without being caged, I also had a rottweiler that was white and brown spotted and a giraffe who I was leading by a leash. The leash had sunk down to the base of the neck of the giraffe, so I was more leading it by the top of the body. It must have been a baby since it wasn't huge like an adult giraffe. Either that or the dream was wacky, but we know that's impossible.
This dream had no resolution except that all of the sudden on this random meandering trip, Kit became extremely sick. She looked like she had been dunked in water with her fur all matted and she was vomitting a lot. I was panicked and in a rush to find a vet to help her**. I was holding her as we walked.
*Note to self: This would make a good band name.
**Having chatted with Eric the next day, I found that Kit is actually doing just fine and is probably closer to boredom than sickness.
I show up to "my house" - not actually any house I've ever lived in, but is a nice sprawling one story with nice carpet - to find that Kit has been "attacked". All the lights were off but dim light shown through the drawn blinds. Someone had broken in and acupunctured Kit, but with bigger needles than normal - more like golf tees - which was obviously hurting her. I approached her as she sat in a wicker chair. She was sitting upright and looking pained. I pulled out the "needles", gathered up her and my stuff, and headed somewhere else for fear of the people who did this coming back.
Cut to me traversing a random township and wilderness area with a group of people who are being similarly threatened and have nowhere to go. It's daytime and overcast. No idea why I wouldn't call family or friends; I was somewhere completely foreign, though it looked surprisingly similar to some scenes from the original Rambo.
And like Rambo, we were similarly vagabonding. In addition to Kit, who was ok at this point and seemed to be able to keep up with us without being caged, I also had a rottweiler that was white and brown spotted and a giraffe who I was leading by a leash. The leash had sunk down to the base of the neck of the giraffe, so I was more leading it by the top of the body. It must have been a baby since it wasn't huge like an adult giraffe. Either that or the dream was wacky, but we know that's impossible.
This dream had no resolution except that all of the sudden on this random meandering trip, Kit became extremely sick. She looked like she had been dunked in water with her fur all matted and she was vomitting a lot. I was panicked and in a rush to find a vet to help her**. I was holding her as we walked.
*Note to self: This would make a good band name.
**Having chatted with Eric the next day, I found that Kit is actually doing just fine and is probably closer to boredom than sickness.
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