Posts categorized “Dreams”

Yesterday (Friday) I was feeling a little bits of better than Thursday, though still not over the cold yet.

Carrie & I played a lot of Mario Kart. We’re really getting back into it after having not played much for the last 23 years, give or take.

We went down to “Garden Sphere” on Proctor (just north of 30th, across that li’l bridge) where Carrie bought some more schtuffs for her garden, including a tomato plant, a green bell pepper plant, and another type of lettuce. I bought another impatien for my little corner area.

Carrie was out most of the afternoon, first shopping and then going house-looking with Christine. She says it’s really good experience for when we want to buy a house. I can’t argue with that!

At 5:30 or so she came home and picked me up and we went over to Cat’s house and hung out there. Carrie made wicked strong white Russians for herself and Cat, and Cat is always hilarious when she gets some hooch into her. Steph stopped by and had a white Russian as well, and then Heather & Chris came over as well.

Then around 7:00 I put Carrie & Steph into my car and we drove to the big Lakewood cinemas where we met Carly, Christine, and Lawrence (Heather & Chris drove separately). Together we all saw Stick It, the new movie by the writer of Bring it On. I’m going to definitely write a review of it soon (hopefully tomorrow morning), but general consensus was that it wasn’t quite as good as Bring it On, but very good nonetheless. The fact that Carrie smuggled white Russians into the theater in Starbucks frappuccino bottles probably helped (a bottle was given each to Christine, Steph, and Carle, and well as Carrie having one).

After the movie Steph was very tipsy so we took her home with us where we watched the excellent show Numb3rs. Then I drove (with Carrie) Steph to her car, not so she could drive, but so she could get all of her stuff out of the backseat. Then we took her to her apartment before coming home ourselves.

What can I say? Good Times… Good Times…

Then last night I had a dream that Samuel L. Jackson was going to be staying with us while he was in the area promoting Snakes on a Plane (in the dream Carrie, Mike, Susan, my folks, and I all lived in the house in Kent in which I grew up). Unfortunately Sam Jackson’s cab driver tried to kidnap him, so Sam was forced to strangle him to death. And for some reason my brother thought it would be a better idea to cover the whole thing up rather than go for the (very obviously true) self-defense excuse for Sam. Thing is, my brother was horrible at covering it up.

Good Times… Good Times…

Yesterday (Wednesday) Carrie only worked at work for about three hours in the morning before coming home to work on handouts some more with me. Arount 3:00 she went down to Ever After to pick up her jewelry checks, and I got a mild headache, so I took a Tylenol and tried to find something to watch on the TV. I found a couple of episodes of a Golgo 13 cartoon, and watched maybe ten mintues of each.

For din-dins I made myself a big chicken breast that had been marinating in soy sauce, rice vinegar, sugar, and pepper for over a day. I made some egg noodles with carrots to go with it. It was really good, but it was a lot. I have more to eat today.

Carrie drove herself back to the store to teach class on account of I wasn’t gonna be needing the car at all. I worked on handouts and watched a new episode of Ghost Hunters.

I slept a little better last night than the night before. I woke up in the middle of the night with a really bad headache at one point, though. After Carrie got me some Tylenol and I fell back asleep I had a really long “complicated building” dream about Pixar. There was a book/DVD store in there, and both Conan O’Brien and Mark McKinney worked at Pixar in my dream.

Last night for some reason I had a tonne of kinetic energy when bedtime rolled around. I was practically bouncing off the walls. I had the feeling like there was something super-productive I needed to be doing, but of course there wasn’t; I was done with everything for the day.

Carrie & I both had trouble falling asleep. We watched the entire final disc of Freaks and Geeks. To paraphrase a girl in the last episode, I kinda wish I hadn’t seen all of the episodes just so that I would be able to see some episodes for the first time.

When I eventually fell asleep that night I had really stressful dreams. They weren’t bad so much (except the part where the PT Cruiser full of gangsters exploded… twice), they were just very labor intensive. I had to give a complicated speech/presentation. I was going to do something on physics, but I didn’t have enough time to prepare, so instead I decided it would be a good idea to do a 30-Minute Meals type of thing where I prepare a picnic. Except for a half-hour before the presentation I didn’t have anything except for sliced ham and sliced cheese.

Also, there were some gangsters (40s-style). One of them walked with green-and-white plastic crutches, except one of the crutches was actually a disguised machine gun. I’d seen this movie before, so I knew that at the end of it like eight guys are piled into a PT Cruiser like the Ant Hill Mob from The Perils of Penelope Pitstop:

The Cruiser then explodes. So I knew enough not to get into the Cruiser when I saw eight guys piled into it. I stood behind a lamp post about three feet away when the explosion happened and I was fine.

This morning Gwyn sent me a link to this really cool necklace:

I’ve always said I kinda wanted to get into glass beadmaking (either glass or PMC, actually), just so I could make Pac-Man beads. Looks like someone beat me to the punch!

Last night I had a really cool dream. And then I dreamt its sequel. Well, actually it was more like the first dream I had was a movie, and then the second was the first episode of the television series based on the movie.

An evil corporation was trying to find some ancient Chinese dragon blood so that the greedy and cruel CEO could infuse himself with it and therefore live forever. However, through some sort of accident I ended up getting infused with it, which enabled me to tranform into a huge (100 meters long or so) white Chinese dragon. The CEO realized that some random guy (me) had accidentally gotten the dragon blood, and so sent out squads of goons to find me.

In order to hide from the evil corporation that was hunting me, I found a young girl who had chronic nightmares and hid in her dreams, where I would fight off her nightmares. It was a symbiotic relationship; nobody could find me in her dreams (obviously), and I helped get rid of her nightmares. Her mother was also an important character. I think she was kind of like my love interest, but I know she was also distrustful of me as well for some reason.

Eventually the CEO managed to synthesize more dragon blood, since the real stuff had been in his lab. But the synthesized blood was unstable. It transformed him into an insane black Chinese dragon that was only a raving monster. But the synthesized blood was close enough to real blood that the CEO could sense that I was hiding in this girl’s dream, and so the black dragon burst out of the corporation’s skyscraper and flew towards the girl’s house.

I could sense the evil dragon coming, and knew that it was going to kill the girl to get to me, so I had to leave the girl’s dreams very suddenly. I fought the evil black dragon in a big battle in the sky, but it was so ferocious that it managed to slash three deep gashes on the left side of my dragon face and knock me out of the sky and back into human form. With me out of commission the CEO flew back towards the little girl’s house with the intention of killing her so that I couldn’t escape back into her dreams. I, however, managed to summon the fortitude to transform back into the white dragon, and I flew past the enraged black dragon and got to the girl’s house first.

In order to protect the girl I had to abduct her, much to the chagrin of the girl’s mom. From her point of view a giant white dragon with three huge gashes in its face suddenly flew from out of nowhere, reached into her daughter’s room and flew off with her. Very traumatic for the mom, but the girl recognized me as the dragon from her dreams and so assumed that she was dreaming. I played along and told her that I was here to protect her from a nightmare—the raplidly approaching black dragon.

(Interestingly, the little girl was the only person who could understand me when I was a dragon, since I couldn’t actually speak English in that form. I think our dream-link gave us a limited form of telepathy or something like that)

The black dragon managed to catch up with me as I was flying away with the girl and we fought another titanit battle. But the synthesized black dragon blood started to break down and the black dragon started to freak out. As the sun rose I managed to wrap myself around it boa-constricter-style and squeeze it to sleep. It fell to the ground in a big field and transformed back into the CEO, who was quickly picked up by his underlings.

Exhausted, I floated gently to the ground with the little girl and transformed back into my human form. The mom came running up and was tearfully relieved that her daughter was okay. She started to thank me, because she thought that I was just some guy who found her, but then she noticed that my human face had three huge scars across it that looked exactly like the scars on the face of the dragon that “kidnapped” her daughter. She slapped me and started screaming at me to stay away. But then the little girl intervened and said that I was a goodguy because in her “nightmare” I was a dragon and I saved her from an evil dragon. She still thought it was all just a dream!

The mother realized that I actually saved her daughter and so reluctantly thanked me, but she didn’t want anything to do with me until she realized that I was also the one who was helping the girl fight off her dream nightmares. The mom and I formed an uneasy truce where I was allowed to go into the girl’s dreams to help her with her nightmares, but if I ever put her in danger again the mom would kill me.

Back at the corporation, the evil CEO revealed that he had no memory of being the monstrous black dragon. The synthesized blood was declared a failure, but the CEO said that that’s okay; they’ll just try again and again until they get it right…

Wow! At that point I woke up, went to the bathroom, and then came back to bed, where I had this dream:

I was now friends with special guest star David Duchovny. He was exhausted with work, and so I brought him into the little girl’s dreams with me so he could be entertained by watching me fight off her nightmares. This particular nightmare was a big, round, gorilla-like thing. The setting was a lot like something out of Batman Begins. It was in an old wooden building and during our fight we kept on crashing through walls and floorboards and stuff like that.

The next day, back at the evil corporation where I was an employee (somewhat of an assistant to the evil CEO), they’d been trying for a couple of months now to synthesize dragon blood, but their three test subjects didn’t respond right; none of them turned into dragons. It made one only able to see a pinkish-beige color. Another was hospitalized with some other symptoms. I recognized all these as partial dragon traits. The CEO was now hiding the fact that the back of his right hand had a subtly scaly pattern on it.

Unfortunately I woke up at this point, so I don’t know how the rest of the episode went. But I have a feeling that the television series would work like a monster-of-the-week show, where the test subject for the synthesized dragon blood would turn into some sort of monster that I would have to fight at the end of the episode.

My dream people are AWESOME.

Last night I had an absolutely incredible Tornado dream. It was a really good one, and it was especially good because it never strayed into abject fantasy like so many of my other ones did. And this one actually had a sense of urgency and menace! Too often my tornado dreams aren’t scary.

In this one I was at a party with about 100 guests at this really big house. I know that Carrie was there, and my Dad and Susan and I’m pretty sure all of Fools Play and most of its regular audience. The house seemed to be located somewhere in the Kent/Auburn valley (where a surprising number of my tornado dreams take place). There was a lot of empty land around it, except to the south was a chain-link-fenced in area that had really tall grass and a lot of junked machinery in it. To get to the house you had to drive over a wide wooden bridge that spanned a shallow dry riverbed. All the roads in view were just dirt, but wide enough to be two lanes.

For some reason at one point I left the party (I think maybe someone had pissed me off and I needed to cool down, but I don’t remember that part–just a feeling I have) and walked down the road, over the bridge, and turned left towards the parking lot (gravel & dirt, no lines) of the junk place. As I was walking over the bridge I noted to myself at how menacing the sky to my right looked. The clouds were really low and moving pretty fast, and they were the same dirty brown as the roads.

I’m not sure if I called him or if he spontaneously came to get me (or someone told him to), but my dad drove out to the parking lot where I was and picked me up in his old 1989 Taurus. As we were driving back we looked to the left and we could actually see the tornado starting to form very nearyby in the dry riverbed. I urged my dad to go a little faster over the bridge. When we got back to the party house it was completely empty. There was nobody on the back porch, either. And the tornado looked like it was heading straight towards the house. Well, shit!

We finally found that if you went out on the back porch and turned left around the house there was a door that opened onto a staircase that led down to a massive, windowless cellar beneath the house. But all 100 guests could in no way fit in the cellar, so they were crowding the steps all the way back to the door. Carrie had saved me a place about ten feet down the stairs (the stairs were really long, and curved to the left), but the stairs themselves looked really rickety and I didn’t want to be standing on them if the tornado hit. So I moved us over to the wall so we could stand on the actual wall instead of the stairs. That way in case they collapsed we wouldn’t fall.

At this point the dream gets muddled, and I think I woke up once or twice, but basically the tornado passed by the house with no damage. Sometime around this time my dream people tried to invent another, gigantic tornado way off to the north, but that was thankfully soon dropped.

The next day I went down into the dry riverbed and you could see the circular scar on the ground from where the tornado first touched down. It was about seven feet wide, and after a couple of bounces it turned into a solid scar about three feet wide that went straight down the middle of the riverbed. I followed it as far as I could, until I got to the chain-link fence. I could see where the tornado had parted the tall grass inside.

It was really, really cool.

I hope I never have to experience a tornado in real life, but for some reason one happens in or near Tacoma every couple of years (most recently a funnel cloud formed and threatened a tornado, but it never developed).

I don’t know what it is, but last night I had yet another incredibly vivid dream. This one didn’t have quite as coherent a plot as my Teen Titans dream, but it still wasn’t bad. I was in a Mystical Ninja (Goemon) style video game, first-person perspective 3-D. I was in an old timey Japanese city, trying to flip over these floating crab-like things to find three ghosts. There were also small cubical leprechauns all over the place.

These vivid dreams are cool and all, but they’re so intense that I’m not getting anything even closely resembling restful sleep.