- Friday, June 13, 2008
Please don't wake me.
For the past few months, I have been following a typical (for me) sleep pattern: Lay down between 10:30 and 11:00 - fall asleep within ten minutes. Wake up an hour later (relieve the bladder, wash hands, brush teeth, drink water, go back to bed). Lay in the dark for twenty minutes or more, waiting for sleep.. Start thinking about all of the things that I need to do-- which prevents me from being able to fall asleep again. Roughly an hour later, fall asleep again... waking up a few times to repeat the same pattern, and having extremely weird dreams during the times I do actually manage to sleep. While I was not frightened (but entertained instead) by them, I was disappointed when the dream(s) ended before a solution to the problems were found.
In one of the more recent dreams, I was living in a town which was (?) occupied by a poltregiest --I guess that is what it was. I know that spirits are not likely to "haunt" an entire town, but I don't know what else to call whatever she was. When a person in the town wasted water, she would appear from the water and the person that wasted the water would die. (Combine the freaky girl in Ringu/The Ring and what Lady in the Water could have been as a movie... and you have the basic idea of the dream)."You idiot, ticking noise is the fan. It is stuck again and cannot oscillate. Moron." I got up, fixed the fan, and went back to bed wishing I knew how that would have ended.
I was running around trying to talk sense into (be in control) of the idiot townspeople who would not listen to me. Eventually, four or five of us were hiding out in a house. Water was leaking out of various places (unknown sources from the ceiling, the kitchen faucets, and the fish tank).
Unfortunately, the alarm clock popped on and woke me up before I could finish the dream.
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In another (pretty amusing) dream, a creature of some kind (Leviathan, The Thing... something large and unseen) was lurking around an old barn.
Whenever a person would eat a poor diet (high sugar/ starchy carb / high fat, high sodium foods) and not work out (be lazy) the creature thing would come out of the barn and hunt them down and kill them (rip them into many pieces). Minutes before the creature thing was "coming to get you", a soft tick-tick-tick could be heard. Eventually, people caught on, associating this sound with the creature thing. The people divided - those that appear healthy outwardly* in one group, and those that were above "ideal weight" in the other.
For whatever reason, people tend to follow the idiot mentality when they get into groups like this. One of the guys managed to get a group of people angry; they were convinced that the creature thing was coming because "THOSE PEOPLE" were "FAT" and that was why it was here. They seemed oblivious to the fact that some of the "healthy looking" individuals had also been killed by the creature. There was no evidence that anything about the person(s) selected being random.
While sitting in the non-group group (of course I would pick the neutral group of seemingly calmer people that appear to have their shit together), I started to analyze my diet and recent choices. I was thinking (in dream, still), that I haven't been working out lately at all. With all of the hours I have been working, paired with being so tired... I just haven't had... no. just haven't MADE the time to do anything once I get home from work. Tick-Tick-Tick. Tick-Tick-Tick. He's coming for you I told myself. Don't endanger the others. Go out to the barn and face the creature thing.
I walked towards the barn's large open doorway, which was very, very dark despite the full moon having provided great visibility everywhere else. I stood with my back to the door, facing the people I had left at the house.
Tick-Tick... My conscious brain then took over, telling my sub-conscious dreaming brain...
pero @ 7:14 PM | œ | 0 comments
Fish Out of Water
When I was growing up, the Parent Teacher Association hosted a Fair each year at the end of the summer. This had many carnival type events, such as a dunking booth and games with prizes. One of the booths was set up on one of the long tables you would find in the school cafeteria. The table was lined up with several rows of small fish bowls. A quarter would buy you three chances at landing a ping pong ball into one of the bowls. Success at this task won the prize - a gold fish in a plastic bag and the bowl, with a few teaspoons colored fish gravel.
When I was somewhere around 7 or 8 years old, I won the ping pong ball toss, and selected a brown colored gold fish. I named him Sunset. This seemed like a great name for a brown goldfish. When I got home, I put Sunset on my desk, which was at the foot of my bed. I watched him for a long time before I finallly fell asleep the first night.
After some *undetermined* amount of time, Sunset departed this world (as goldfish will do). I provided him with a private funeral service (all drains lead to the ocean). That night, and on several nights that followed, I had a dream that seemed to loop; I'd walk in my room, spy the dead fish, and when I'd lift him out of the bowl with a spoon... and I'd vomit. This dream looped all night long.
pero @ 11:34 PM | œ | 0 comments
Wake me up - Wake me up!
I am not entirely sure whether I had spoken those words, or if I just thought them. I know that I was aware that I was dreaming, and I was trying to wake myself..."... Aaron, wake up," the voice had an echoey quality to it, the way things sound when you are not fully conscious. I recognized the voice as my most recent ex-girlfriend J's,.I woke up and looked at the clock. 12:24. I had shut down the laptop, turned off the light and closed my eyes at 11:50. I estimate that it took me about ten minutes to fall asleep (which for me is normal). Now, it is 1:20, and I am feeling faint signs of the return of sleep.
I tried to open my eyes, but they would not fully open. What little I could see was very blurry, and it took me a minute to recognize the objects around me. My eyes closed again, and the second time she shook my arm. "Wake up. You drove the truck into the garage and fell asleep. You need to wake up," she said.
"Wake me up - Wake me up!" That time, I know I said them not only in my dream but loud enough for my daughter, who was sleeping in her room down the hall, to hear it.
Still dreaming, I opened my eyes. It was dark, but there was just enough light that I could see. I recognized the poster on the wall in front of me. I realized that I wasin the garage, sitting in my truck. I had turned off the engine but the headlights were on.
I turned to face J. She had a worried expression on her face. She said to me, "Did you hear me? You drove the the truck into the garage and fell asleep."
I extended a hand towards J., "Wake me up - Wake me up," I was begging her. There was more shaking on my arm. I started to realize that I was not in the garage in or in my truck; but in my bed."DAD! Dad... wake up. you're dreaming..." This time someone was really there; it was my daughter. She woke up when she heard me (Wake me up - Wake me up...)
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 1:15 AM | œ | 0 comments
Danny Glover - Get out of My Garage.
I had a dream (early morning hours). I was at home and walked out into the garage. The large door was open and there was a black Chevy Sprint haphazardly parked at an angle and too close to the far wall. This is the wall where the tool boxes are.There was a "family" of people standing around the car, the man was near the driver side door and the two women (one older one a teenager) by the passenger side. The man looked like Danny Glover, unshaven and without most of his teeth.
"Excuse me but what are you doing in my garage?" I asked.
I must have startled them because they all jumped into the car and sped off (screeching belts and tires and all). I concentrated on trying to memorize the license plate, then returned to the house to grab the phone and called 911 while standing in my garage.
"Yes, I'd like to report some suspicious activity." I told the dispatch operator. She wanted to know what kind of activity and when I was trying to explain she told me that people standing in my garage with the door open is not a crime, and it is not very suspicious.
I was preparing to argue with this lady, when I started to wonder - what tools, if any are missing and how will I be able to tell? Then I spotted it on the garage floor. A cell phone, plugged into a network jack between two of the tool boxes.
I unplugged the phone and scrolled through the recent call list to see what these people may have been up to. I came across one entry titled: "Home" and decided I could call these people at home and harass them for entering my garage.
Then I woke up.
While I was showering, I realized that
1) my house is not wired for networking; even if it was, there would probably not be one in the garage between the tool boxes. 2) I forgot about the 911 operator. The phone I was holding simply disappeared. 3) I have no problem with Danny Glover or the 'dreamed family' that accompanied him in this dream. I have no idea why it was Danny Glover and the other two (women), and I remember no details about them. This is not because they lack importance, but because I either didn't notice or simply cannot remember. 4) It never occurred to me that the phone may not even belong to these people, and calling the "home" number to harass them for entering my garage was not a great detective level plan. (Although, I may at least be able to return the phone to the rightful owner if that were the case. 5) I still only remember part of the plate number, and forgot to memorize which state was on it. 6) I am not sure that Danny Glover could even fit inside a Chevy Sprint.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 7:34 AM | œ | 0 comments
Pity the Fool
Many of you know that most nights, I only sleep about four hours at a time, and after that I wake up "done". Lately, I am at my happiest when I am at work. This is probably because I am too busy to focus on myself for a while. This post explains why I am fairly happy despite being tired.
For the past few weeks, I've been working in my sleep -- meaning that when I am sleeping and dreaming, I am dreaming that I am at work. Oddly enough, on these work-dream nights, I sleep more hours than I do when I dream about other things.On the work-dream nights, I wake up mentally tired but my body insists that its time to get up and get moving. My body and my brain have never been known to be on the same time schedule. When it is time to get up, I feel like I've already put in several hours working. I do not feel the least bit rested, but I remember the dreams were about work.
The dreams follow a routine. (Always the same calls, always the same order... but the people's faces change and somtimes I do things differently). Usually about seven hours later the alarm clock wakes me up, and I have to start my day feeling like I just ended it.
pero @ 11:35 PM | œ | 0 comments
I is for... Incomplete
I had a dream the other night, that I had parked my Range Rover in a field, and walked an old man to his Dentist's office so that he could get a paper notarized [sp]. I walked around while I waited for him. Eventually, I decided that I really could not wait any longer and had to go to work, so I went in and talked to the old man to let him know and gave him money for a cab.When I went back out the field was completely full of parked cars and trucks. I could not see mine. I wandered through the maze of vehicles and spotted what looked like it could be my truck. Sitting on its axles; the wheels were gone, the windows were gone, the leather was stripped off of the seats. The CD player stereo was gone. The navigation system -- gone.
Then I spotted my mobile phone on the floorboard. (I noticed that the floor mats were also gone). The phone was dented and the hinge for the flip ear piece was broken. Since I have NexTel Walkie-Talkie capabilities, I turned on the speaker and dialed 911. I told the distorted crackle-of static-voice that I needed to report my vehicle stolen or vandalized. or something... but not stolen but pieces of it were. I attempted to describe to the voice my location - only I wasn't sure where I was, other than a large muddy field. The building that held the notary - dentist office was nowhere to be seen. (vanished)
I hung up and was just about to call work to let them know that I'd be late... then my alarm clock woke me up... What do you think would have happened next?
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 9:35 PM | œ | 0 comments
Dream Elements
I was in charge of a new trainee for work. It was Charlize Theron, only she was not the Charlize Theron, just someone who looked and sounded exactly like her. Wearing dark blue pants and a white T-shirt. (booyah!).It was a very hot afternoon, and we are climbing stairs to the second floor of a white two-story house-converted to an apartment- building, which happened to be where I live in this dream. (I've never lived in a building like this.)
She sits down at the kitchen table which is next to a window, with the afternoon light shining in. This was making the apartment hotter than it already was. I felt very thirsty. She looked very hot (pun intended).
I open the 1950s style refrigerator and offer her some cold water, which she accepts. As I hand her the bottle, I say, "Be sure to keep the top to it, or the cat will drink it." As I say this, I point to the fat black cat (which I actually own outside of the dream in actual life.)
I woke up in my room, which felt too warm and I was extremely thirsty. The cat was on the pillow next to my head. Unfortunately, Charlize wasn't there.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 2:39 AM | œ | 0 comments
Sleepless-ness
I got tired relatively early, it was only midnight. I could no longer keep my eyes open, so I shut this vile machine down, turned out the light and closed my eyes. I fell asleep pretty fast... or at least drifted into that void between awake and asleep.- floating - ? I guess that is a good word for it.
I was half awake/ half asleep and images were forming around the edges of my brain, none of them particularly memorable.
Then it felt like all of the air got sucked out of the room or like the air was too heavy to breathe; and I had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen.
(It was one of those dreams that once you wake up from it - you can't remember what you were trying to get away from.)
I remember the struggle to wake up - or at least the start of my trying to wake up. I couldn't move (of course - that happens to people all the time).
(Still asleep, but dreaming that I was awake)
I reached out to the lamp on my bedside table. I could even feel the ridges of the little knob - the one you twist to turn the light on or off.
click - click - click - click (panic)
I think I actually yelled out - 'f~¢k'.
I tried to push myself up off of the mattress, and again I couldn't move. Laying on my stomach. Being held down by something unseen.
I KNOW I called out, "I can't wake up!. I can't wake up!" - and then
(still dreaming)
I leapt out of the bed - towards the stairs (which my home does not have, and which were on the wrong side of the bed from the side I had been laying, trying to turn on the light). -- Standing at the top of the stairs, it was totally dark.
Blacker than black dark. I couldn't even see moonlight through the spaces between the blinds type of dark. No light from any of the digital clocks, no glow from the indiglo light in the bathroom... NOTHING. Nothing but a sound that smoke might make, if we were able to hear it.
Whoosh - hiss hiss*.
(I am not afraid of the dark, but I think that anybody - whether or not they have a fear of it - would rather be able to see if they found themselves in an unfamiliar place).
I yelled out something else (don't know what)... and then I finally managed to force myself awake. I looked at the clock and it was 12:57. I closed my eyes again and within a few minutes more distorted images and shapes danced behind my eyelids. For some reason I found them disturbing. I got out of bed and got a drink of water. I still can't reclaim sleep.
Since I woke myself up screaming /? Whatever it was... the cat has been glued to me. Right now, I'm laying on my back with 2 pillows under my head and the laptop - on my lap. The cat is ON my right arm, which makes it very difficult to type. He is purring loudly and no matter how much I try to shake him off of me he won't budge.
* While typing this, I recalled a (meant-to-be-humorous) radio-show that I heard as a child - It was on a vinyl record narrated by Arch Oebler. He told a story in which "The Dark" turns people inside-out. It did this by grabbing their upper lip, jerking up up with a quick rip and then peeling it back... (complete with a voice-acting cast and sound effects. It is funny to me now -- scary to me as a child).
pero @ 1:19 AM | œ | 0 comments
Honey, I'm Home!
... eh, hello?
Well, that is over. Back to work on Friday for me. I haven't written anything as far as "what I did on my summer vacation", so what I can do is share this funny (at least to me it was) dream that I had while I was staying with my girlfriend, J at her sister's house:
"Hey, do you want to go in on half on the voting slots?" she asked me. J and I were standing in the main lobby of a large Vegas Casino. She was trying to talk above the crowded casino noise and it seemed as if she was talking too loudly.
The voting slots were a new concept developed by some moron in Washington DC. The concept is simple, and would serve well for amusement purposes; however, these guys were actually serious. Instead of a standard voting booth or having locations serving as polls, they set up "slot machines" around the casino. It had cartoon pictures, depicting GWB, Kerry, and Schwarzenegger as the candidate choices.
The machine's pull arm had three buttons on it; A, B, and C, the placement of the buttons resembling those on a gaming joystick trigger. The cost of the "game" was fifty dollars.
Once you inserted your money, you were given two choices:
Method 1 -{ One pull spin of the reels, letting them stop where fate takes them and leaving your vote entirely up to chance.
Method 2 -{ Two-hundred question survey, multiple choice- after which the machine calculates your choices and selects the candidate that best suits your views.
As I sat down in front of the machine, it sprang to life, lights flashing and chimes and bells and music sounding. On the small screen a message was displayed, which read something like:
Once you select a method, the machine does not let you go back and change your mind. Once you answer a question the machine does not let you change your mind. Good Luck and thank you for voting in this year's elections!Being the control freak that I am, and not being one to take chances on things that I know I would spend the next four years blaming myself for whatever happens; I inserted our money and picked Method 2.
My plan was to try to answer the questions for two people (who don't necessarily agree on everything), so I was trying to be fair on her views too... ONLY she had wandered off to go play Black Jack and left me stranded at the machine.
The problem was - they had so many people waiting to use this slot voting machine that they had set the timer for each question for 10 seconds or something, and I couldn't even finish reading the question. When the timer timed out - The machine randomly picked either A, B or C for you. I soon realized that when you are in a large, noisy casino -- ten seconds isn't nearly enough time to read the type of questions on this machine. I was having a (dreamed) panic attack.
I was trying very hard to concentrate on this, and she walks up and asks, "OH. Why did you pick the question one? "
"Because the other way doesn't give me any say so at all! I couldn't just leave it to CHANCE. Look at how things are NOW." I said. I was annoyed at this point and was rather harsh about it.
I think it was more because she sensed my frustration than her having a need to take over completely, she said "Move over-- I'll finish it."
Regardless of her good intentions I got angry. Feeling insulted, I stepped off the machine. " Fine. You do it. But the world is all feh-ked up and... this is really isn't such a great idea."
I walked off as I was waking up from my dream.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 6:50 PM | œ | 0 comments
What I Learned this Memorial Day Weekend
Multiple Choice Quiz (check all that apply)
x =As I finished working my double shift, I was invited to a friend's home for a Memorial Day Cookout. I felt deserving of some time to kick back and actually visit with persons in my age group and I agreed to join them. My plan was initially to stay for a beer and maybe a little food and then after an hour / hour and a half tops, head back home to sleep. Halfway into my first beer (yes, I did stay longer than orignally planned) two women from up the street appeared, and then the small get-together started to look like a party. A phone call was made, another couple showed up. A husband of one of the two women soon joined us, with two more kids. I ate alot of food, visited and felt relaxed for a change. It was good fun, the type holidays are supposed to bring to mind.
(*) A. Some burned food.
(*) B. Burned fingers.
(*) C. Mostly good food, not enough ICE.
(*) D. Good food, fight over basketball game.
The other thing I learned is, working a doubleshift, then drinking beer and eating a LOT of heavy food... causes cryptic dreams that one can only remember in fragments. In one, I was sitting in a room of a friend from high school (at his parent's home as it was then). We had all just been out in the neighborhood, and my friend and his other buddies (I did not know them) had killed a guy. They were sitting around getting their story straight and had threatened to kill me if I ratted them out.
In the other, I was cooking chicken seasoned with coffee grounds.
Labels: Dreams, food, idiots, people
pero @ 1:57 PM | œ | 0 comments
Strange Dream #05262004
I was at an airport walking towards a baggage claim carousel, and some woman was digging through my bag. I approach her and say, "Excuse me, that bag belongs to me."
She looks at me and explains that it looks identical to her own bag, and tells me she is looking IN the bag to make sure nothing is missing. I asked her what exactly she thinks makes sense about that, since it is not her bag, and once she opened it it was obvious that the stuff inside was not her own.
Her bag rounds the corner and watch her as she lifts it from the baggage claim. I begin to check my own bag for any additions / subtractions that may have taken place. I proceed to empty every item from the bag and inventory it in my mind. Cell phone, camera... shorts, socks, shirts (and so forth.)
The woman opens her bag and begins to cry. She then accuses me of stealing her plate. Her grandmother gave it to her and it was right here, and now it is gone.
"Tell me," I said to her, "exactly HOW do you presume I was able to steal your plate, when you know I have never seen your bag up until now?"
She said, "Well of COURSE you have seen it. It looks just like yours."
I woke up confused and annoyed.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 10:54 AM | œ | 0 comments
Dream Agents
I am procrastinating the falling asleep part of my night. I think I am trying to avoid more bizarre dreams. Lately I have had many, many dreams that are really disturbing to the point that I'd never share them out of fear that someone would call -- ? whichever authorities one would call when a person's dreams are so disturbing that they feel "The Agency" should be aware of the dreams and the person having them. I also have avoided posting them because I do not remember enough detail about them to have much to write.
I can imagine the responses "The Agents" would get from my peers when they asked around about me.
"Pero? yes. I know a little about him. friendly guy. This will sound contradictory, but for someone who talks so much, he is sort of quiet and keeps to himself most of the time... he has some quirks though. I guess you could call them neuroses. Issues with food, mostly the appearance of food or stuff dealing with quality. Issues with women, because he has a LOT of dreams where he is being persued by one or more women and he is running, or hiding or trying to avoid being captured by them, even though I know that he likes women. I'm not sure what significance the evading capture has, really. I think he has commitment issues but then it's hard to tell. Issues with abandonment. Which is weird for someone who seems to relish his solitude for the most part. He likes helping people though, which is a positive trait. Basically, he loves any chance to give his opinion to anyone, whether or not they will like what he has to say. Kind of hard to figure out, but an easy guy to talk to mostly."
This description is not entirely inaccurate, but it also makes me sound like one of those freaky-weirdo serial killer-cannibals with some strange fettish. "The Agents" would nod and take notes, and exchange a glance at key points while the people told them what they know. They would then return to their shiney black sedans, touch up their lipstick and drive through the grass in the yards of the people they survey, more interested in persuing me than in the preservation the well-manicured lawns of their witnesses.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 1:36 AM | œ | 0 comments
Pipe Dream
I woke up with my heart pounding and feeling the way you feel when real fear grabs you. The way you felt as a little kid when you needed to get up and pee late at night, but you just KNEW there was "something" under your bed. Waiting to grab you, and your room is so dark that you can't even see your hand in front of your face. As a child, you know what the "something" looks like and you can even hear him breathing.
Now I just have to analyze the dream and try to figure out what "the something under my bed" is.I was in what looked like a hospital building. Wherever I needed to be was only one level (floor) up, and I did not see an elevator could see the door to the STAIRS. I decided to take the stairs, as I will do if I have a few floors to travel.
I opened the door to the stairs and walk through. The stair well was made up of large round pipes, that were large enough around that a person would be unable to get a good grip. (I would guess if you took a measuring tape they would have been 8" around). Pipes everywhere. All of them painted in a red high-gloss paint. The sound of a machine room filled my ears. The brick and red pipe stairwell went up many stories rather than having the landing and door at each level, and the distance from where I was (at ground level) to the basement appeared to be an impossible distance.
The stairs that lead down are to my right. The stairs that lead up are to my left -- but there is no way to get to them. I look around and determine that to get to the stairs I have to crawl between the 3 horizontal pipes that make the safety railing - step out on a platform and then cross a smaller (4" ?) diameter pipe that is about seven feet long (like a tightrope it runs across) to the next safety railing.
I am not afraid of heights, so I climbed through the bars of the safety rail and onto the small platform, placed a foot on the pipe that crosses over and reached out with my left hand to the other next rail.
For some reason I now have a pair of hedge clippers in my right hand, and a pair of gardening gloves on.
(ah gotta love dreams. "oh so you think that was easy do ya, Pero? Well, here is a little twist to make it more challenging")
There was no railing or pipes behind me, just a brick wall and about a ten story drop to the polished cement below. There was about five feet between me and the brick wall behind me. There was also no way to get to the stairs now that I was on the other side. The pipes crossing over and under and in front of each other only made it appear that there was a way to get to the stairs from the other side.
I cursed out loud (in my dream it echoed as it would in an area that size), but I do not remember what exactly I said. I began to panic. I tried to get back to the platform from which I came but I couldn't reach the railing to my right, and with the pruning shears in my hand, I would not have been able to grab it if I could reach it.
(I don't know why I felt I could not drop them or throw them away)
Other people were coming down the very stairs I needed. They were walking down effortlessly, some of them single file others in pairs. I called out to them but none of them noticed me.
After some time, a man in a yellow construction hat started walking down the stairs and he saw me, smirked and shook his head and went down to the lowest level. He came out of a door on the basement floor with a very long, very wobbly paint ladder, and set it up. I put my foot down and climbed down the ladder...and woke up.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 9:27 AM | œ | 0 comments
Wake up, You're Dreaming Again.
After I got home after working a double shift, I fell asleep without any problem, but I had a strange dream and forced myself awake. I did not get out of bed to write about the dream like I have in the past so I don't remember a lot of details. Here is what I do remember:
I was with a group of friends from work, and John Leguizamo was also there (I don't know him, but I guess I cast him as a friend of mine; in my dream he was just one of the guys and not an actor.)
Anyway, everyone is walking around drinking beer, playing pool or darts or something - a few people are at a card table. "John Leguizamo" walks up to me, pulls me aside and tells me he needs to go to the Hospital "NOW". He looked pretty normal (not sick / no obvious problems), so I asked him what his problem was.
He told me he had blood in his piss and he started to get upset and was beginning to panic.
We all loaded into of my SUV, and I put him in the passenger seat. I started to drive him to the hospital. (I do not know why everyone else came along.)
My dream took place in where I live and work, and when I got within two or three blocks of the closest hospital, the cross streets changed and I was suddenly all the way across town.
I thought, What in the Hell?
Now, we were closer to a different Hospital so I started towards that one and the same thing happened.
"John Leguizamo" was in full panic by this time and bleeding from his ears and his fingernails.
This navigation problem repeated four times and someone in the car said "Dude, you're a paramedic and you live here, and can't find a fucking hospital?"
- and then I woke up.
My Theory: I've been watching too many movies and TV shows. (Namely Basic, and within six months Bringing Out the Dead.) I also watched some documentary style show on VH1 (I think?) about the original cast of Survivor, on which some cast member shared he went to the island with no body fat. Since they only got 2 cups or rice a day to eat, he had blood in his urine since his body was using lean mass for nutrients. That possibly explains the source of John L.'s symptoms, but I cannot explain the rest.
Labels: Dreams
pero @ 2:53 PM | œ | 0 comments
The cycle of falling asleep quickly but waking up often after fragmented and strange dreams continues. I really don't think there is anything worth analyzing here, but I woke up amused at how stupid this really is.
I was walking down the highway in what I guess was a bad area in some city that I had never been in before. There were three other people with me. We decided our best bet would be to take the bus, so we ran across an 8-10 lane highway (or freeway) and stood in LINE at the bus stop. It was very late at night so I have no idea why there were so many people running around.
A sign outisde the bus read : ONE WAY ride only. Fare per person $2.02. NO REFUNDS. I stepped on the bus realized I had no cash, but this bus accepted payment in food, cash or credit card. I reached for my wallet but it was gone. I realized I that lost it somewhere in the weird city, and started to panic. Someone behind me yelled at me to HURRY THE HELL UP and stop holding up the line.
All I had on me was a BLT sandwich, cut in half diagonally (toasted). I quicky calculated that this sandwich cost me $5.75 at Denny's so I shoved half of the sandwich into the fare-box. It looked like a regular bus fare-box so this made a mess. Mayonnaise smeared everywhere and the driver looked at me in shock and revulsion. Then the display on the fare-box lit up and made a sound (DING!) - PAID - Thank You.
I apologized, telling him that I wished I had money but I lost my wallet somewhere and I proceded to board the bus. Inside it was filthy and designed like a 50's style diner -- it had booths and tables instead of regular bench seating. There was one empty booth in a corner so I sat at that one. My friends were still in line waiting to pay.
I was starving so I took the remaining half of my BLT out and considered eating it. The mayonnaise was oozing out everywhere, and I really didn't know if I wanted to eat it. I hate mayonnaise. It had been sitting out for a while and the mayonnaise had turned jelly-ish and crusty.
An old man slid into the booth and looked at me and pointed his dirty finger at my sandwich, close enough that his finger was less than two inches away from it. "That isn't that chicken mayonnaise is it? I ate it once but I don't like it much... No, me, I like the regular kind."
I looked at this man, wondering where in the hell he tried chicken maynnaise. I wondered if maybe he was talking about dijon mustard. I decided to just talk to him like he was normal, since all I wanted is to get home without being robbed. "Nah, I think it's just regular mayonnaise. It's not a chicken sandwich it's bacon, so I don't know why someone would use chicken mayonnaise on it."
As stupid as that sounds when you read it, it sounded normal when I said it in the dream.
"I used to eat bacon. I don't eat it any more." said a different voice. I looked up and another man was sitting in the booth behind me. He had twisted himself around in such a way that he could see us and talk to us.
"Is that right?" I asked him. I was sort of curious to find out what these people would say next. They all seemed so weird.
"Ah-Yup." he said. "They changed the way it looked to fit the new design. It confused me so I don't eat it anymore." Then he turned around and started talking to one of my friends, who had been seated at the booth with him.
Then I woke up. I can't fall back asleep, I tried for about half an hour. I wanted to document that dream in the event that I run into someone talking about chicken mayonnaise or re-designed bacon. I hope I can remember to ask them what in the hell they are talking about.
I don't think it is MUCH of a dream, I am not sure what the point was or where it was going.
pero @ 11:25 AM | œ | 0 comments
bizarre dream #011703:
I was in some branch of service [I guess - ? - since there was a group of us wearing cammoflage]. Our enemy was of the domestic variety [meaning they were Americans like myself]. I was one of several being 'hunted' or 'tracked' by some woman and her 'army'. I don't remember why they were after us, or what caused them to want to hunt us or anything.
All of the other people disappeared. I don't know if they were captured or if they escaped. I managed to hide out in the basement of a large house. [cinder block walls, unfinished ceiling, exposed pipes and air ducts - the works]. She knew I was down there. She flooded the basement nearly to the 'ceiling'. I was hanging onto some pipes; trying to stay in the air pocket that formed between some rafters and the ceiling.
Eventually [several hours in dreamtime] most of them left; with the exception of one of the women who was left behind to see if I turned up. [of course like nearly every woman in dreams she is extremely beautiful]. I decided to look to see if it was safe for me to try to get out of the basement and flee. She spots me and told me that I am the only one who managed to hide so well, and tells me how to escape. She then kissed me passionately, and left.
I managed to get to the stairs - and up to the door that lead to the rest of the house. I walked through the door but I cannot find the front or back door of the house. I ended up in a bedroom, [which is now seemingly decorated exactly like one of the guest rooms at my grandparents' lake house where I spent a lot of time as a child].
I hid under the bed, where I stayed for two days. [again with the dream time -- I only assume that it had been 2 days lapse]. Someone entered the house, I could hear them talking but I could not tell which direction they were coming from. I sensed that they were coming towards the room I am in. It is THEM. The enemies. They found me, and tied me up and questioned me. They offered to give me food and water if I would cooperate with them. They wanted to know who I workd for, and who my family members are. They threatened me, but I did not say anything. Then the leader [and her small clan of goons] left again.
The woman that was there before returned, and she untied me and told me to run. I walked around and found what looked like a front door, and when I stepped through I was back in the basement, where the water level had dropped to about 5 feet. I was trying to move through it without making too much noise, and I heard people coming again. I ducked under the water.
...and then I woke up.
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pero @ 5:56 PM | œ | 0 comments
This morning, I woke up late [after having a very bizarre dream]. I was at a doctor's office, standing in front of the little exam table covered with paper. I was told by a woman that they were going to stick an iv line in my arm in order to give me a sedative so that they could draw blood to do further tests. I deluged them with questions such as WHAT type of test? What are you testing FOR? - They refused to answer any questions. For some reason they held me down on the table and administered the sedative iv drip. About an hour [dream time] passed and I was still awake and alert, annoyed as hell and refusing to cooperate with them. A doctor with short blonde hair came in, wearing a short black dress with red and yellow flowers on it. She asked me if I had been trying to count backwards from ten yet. I told her no, and I had no plans to do so. She pulled a syringe out and plunged it into my bicep and I passed out [again in dream time it was about 3 seconds]. Then the cat woke me up.
By the time I showered, got the kid ready for school and had to leave to drop her off and go to work, I was running late - so I took my half bagel with cream cheese to go. I had my thermos of coffee under my right arm, my bagel in my right hand, and my truck keys in my left hand. I was walking across the yard and suddenly - from nowhere - a bug decided to land right on my bagel. In the cream cheese. If amplified it would have sounded like this.
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pero @ 3:46 PM | œ | 0 comments
Good grief I slept past eleven. I never do that when I have not worked the night before.
I've never been one to have a regular sleeping pattern. On nights I work, I go to work around 22:00, and come home around 09:00. I sleep on average four hours, and then I'm awake for the day. On my days/nights off, I go to bed somewhere between 23:00, and 03:00, depending on whether or not I am tired--and sleep anywhere between four and six hours.
Last night, I was up until about 03:30 or 04:00, helping Q with her weblog. She is still trying to find the color scheme she wants to use at this point. Q is my newest html prodigy and is doing a remarkable job. Don't get me wrong they all did great, its just that some of them went the route of WYSIWYG programs and a few actually are learning the source code way. Both work, nothing wrong with either one - it's just good to know the source code to make adjustments if the WYSIWYG has any limitations.
Anyway, I went to bed around 04:00 and woke up once [thanks to a telemarketer] around 09:00. I should have gotten out of bed then. I fell back asleep relatively quickly following that disturbance.
It was between those next few hours that I had the dream. I should have gotten out of bed when I had the chance. If you have any ideas on the dream interpretation let me know; I'd be interested in some opinions. I already used the web-based interpreters, I just want your personal thoughts. I think I might have some deeply rooted issues. [ha-ha]
pero @ 2:11 PM | œ | 0 comments
