Thursday, July 16, 2009

Jammin'

Dreamed Wednesday Night July 15

I was walking around outside a one story house with my acoustic guitar strapped around my shoulder. I had been playing someone else's guitar but their strings were made of something strange and almost no sound would come out when they were plucked. So I switched to my own guitar even though the strings are hard to press down and hurt my fingers after a short while (true in real life).

I was just screwing around playing some chords when Patrick came out of the house and was super excited to jam. As usual, I was reluctant to "jam" since I never know what to play when we do that. My mom was there for a minute, and she made fun of me for playing my guitar so rarely. I was offended and told her something along the lines of "shut up". Not a nice dream exchange, sorry about that mom.

Instead of jamming, he played me a song he'd been working on and I think I was expected to add something to it. I have never been good at lead guitar and was trying to think of something I could add to the song. He was playing me the song from a recording that sounded completely finished so it was extra hard to try to add something. I then realized that the song resembled a song I had heard before: Wounded Bird by The Black Crowes. I told him that his song reminded me of theirs and he alarmingly asked me to find that CD and play him the song.

I flipped through Patrick's CD collection for The Black Crowes' section, which was at the back. His six or so TBC CD's were tubes of lotion. I picked the right tube and squished some of the lotion into the CD player to play him the song. I asked him why his CD's were in tubes and he said that if you ask the cook at the store, he'll sell you the CD's for 70% of the price in tube form.

I woke up with Wounded Bird stuck in my head.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Work Exercise Day

Dreamed Saturday Night July 11

Yep, I had two dreams this night. Well, probably more, but two memorable ones. I went back to sleep after Murderers, below, and had another vivid dream straight after. That's the way you do it right there.

This time I was back at work at my Australian engineering firm, BHS, and I was on site at a job with my boss, David. I don't remember it all now, but we were inspecting the concrete piers and columns at this particular site and, though I was having my classic eyelids-constantly-falling-shut affliction, I noticed a huge blunder by the builder.

To summarize using engineering jargon (sorry): the drilled piers were installed and the columns were poured but were done separately, like precast elements. The columns were supposed to sit directly above the piers with continuous vertical reinforcement, but the contractor was instead just setting the precast columns on top of the piles. Without the continuous reinforcement the columns would have no lateral capacity at all and, basically, this was a massive mistake that we needed to call attention to.

I was trying to tell my boss David about it but he was just walking away obviously trying to overlook the error (which is very unlike him, I might add). Anyway, I followed him into the building trying to talk to him about it, but it was apparently exercise day at work. A few times when we worked at BHS (in real life) we played company basketball at lunch with the six or so of us who would play. It was fun.

So we were supposed to get dressed for basketball or swimming or some sport to play together. Alicia was there and she was all nervous about playing sports with us, which I found odd since she posts to an exercise-based blog almost daily (which I read) and I would think she would love to play random team sports. Nevermind that I have no idea why she was at my engineering company in Australia. Shaun O'neil was also there to hang out and play with us. No idea why completely random people end up all smooshed together in my dreams.

Murderers

Dreamed Saturday July 11

I was with Kane but it wasn't Kane. Good start, I know. We were partners in crime, but he looked different than he does in real life. This was one of my famous (ha) long and involved dreams that was a bit like a movie. We were on the run from the cops; we were murderers. I don't know what spawned this dream as I haven't even watched any violent movies lately or played in video games. Hamlet 2 and Yes Man didn't exactly fill me with thoughts of murdering people, but that's what I got anyway.

I don't remember it all so vividly since it was a wake-up-at-6am-to-stop-the-horror type of dream, but I do remember the gist of it. We were on the run from the cops, presumably for murdering people. I have no idea why we were killing these people but it was necessary for some reason. The first "scene" was us pulling over to the side of the road and me beheading a woman in the bushes. It was graphic and, besides the screaming that I would imagine would have been present in real life, seemed relatively realistic.

I had a machete and was hacking this woman's head off. Yeah, I know, I'm disturbed. Instead of slitting her throat which would have gotten the job done a lot quicker, I had decided to start from the back of her neck. As you might imagine, a machete didn't get the job done in one or two or even three hits, so instead I was repeatedly slicing at this woman's neck from behind as she became more and more bloody and disoriented.

After the job was done, we hopped in our car and moved on to the next victim which was a man in his house. I killed him (though later he was prosecuting us and we had apparently just chopped off his thumb) and then even went downstairs to guide his daughter, with kind words, out to the pool behind his house to avoid her seeing him and calling the cops on us for a while.

We drove more and killed more and the cops got closer and closer. It was really tense and one of those dreams you're happy to wake up from. No idea what is wrong with my brain.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Showering

This was a truly irritating dream. I have ones like this sometimes that just become obsessive and ridiculous as my brain leads me all around. In this dream I was just trying to take a shower. I was camping or on vacation or something and it was time for me to tend to the good old hygiene. I started by looking for a shower in the campground I was in and, though there were about a dozen in an out building, they were all being used.

I found an empty one but there were spider webs all on the ceiling that were encroaching down into the shower space. I wasn't going to have any of that. I thought I'd wait for someone to finish but everyone was like in infinite shower mode, go figure. I found a shower that looked perfect, so I entered, undressed and started to shower. At this point I realized that it was not a personal shower but rather one used to rinse off after using the hot tub to which it was attached. The people in the hot tub were staring at me.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself and exited the shower/hot tub area getting my towel all wet and feeling ridiculous. I asked a girl who worked at the place if she knew a good place to shower. She showed me to a place she called "the tube" or "the tunnel" or something where there were some showers in an open wood building. I set up my stuff in the little area and then went away for a minute to use the toilet or something. When I came back people had set up an archery range with the target being just next to the shower heads. So groups of people were lining up with their bows and firing arrows into targets where I was hoping to shower.

I was extremely surprised at this development, but not nearly as surprised as I would have been in real life. I mean, archery? Anyway, I never got to shower in my dream and was waiting, dejectedly, for the stupid archers to finish as my mind faded elsewhere.