3 posts tagged “dreams”

Last night I dreamt I was in school again, in a P.E. class, returning from the field to find out that there had been some locker maintenance while we were out. This was apparently a regular occurrence for the school, based on others' reactions. Nonetheless, there was much confusion, people going to where they thought their clothes and bookbags had been, only to discover that some folks' lockers had been relocated, while others' were entirely replaced by open wooden shelving, obviously totally insecure, but still bearing a useless combination lock on a hook by each numbered plate. The P.E. teacher/coach walked around the locker room offering to help us find our stuff and encouraging those whose lockers had been unaffected to do the same. I found my bookbag in one of the wooden shelving units, and my clothes and loose books stuffed in another one down the hall. There were all sorts of little details I noticed about the loose books as I was trying to re-pack them into my bookbag. They were all paperbacks, mostly sci-fi, poetry, or WWII-related nonfiction -- the kind of stuff I was interested in during high school. One of them had the cover torn off and thick black marker scribbles on the front page and spine. Others had been stamped with a mark indicating that the library they were once in no longer wanted them. (That's something I used to see on books on occasion when I was a child, but haven't seen or even thought about in years. Are any of you familiar with that kind of mark on books?) The clothes I was wearing and packing, also, were the sort I would have worn back in junior high or high school. The dream ended, probably segueing into some other dream, when I was all packed and ready to continue with my day. I don't remember what came after that.

A few items of note, to catch up on what's been going on here lately...

Someone (possibly one of our neighbors) left the back yard gate wide open one rainy evening last week, and my parents' white Chihuahua puppy, Mochi, escaped.  My parents thought quickly -- recalling how well Mochi has been getting along with my sister's family's black Lab/Chow puppy, Chado -- and took Chado on a leashed walk around the neighborhood in the hope that the two playmates would be able to find each other.  Sure enough, after an hour or so, they found Mochi.  He acted skittish towards my parents at first, but once he spotted Chado, he bounded out of whatever yard he had been in to greet his big ol' buddy.  No worse for the experience, both dogs were toweled dry and given lots of love.

Saturday, my brother-in-law and sister invited some of their friends over for one of their occasional video gaming + pizza parties.  Usually this involves Karaoke Revolution, but this time, the focus was on Soul Calibur 3.  It has a "create a custom character" feature with various unlockable costume parts, and everyone brought over their memory cards with their own custom characters, some of whom had costume parts not seen here before, and vice versa.  We traded tips for how to unlock various things, and had fun competing by actually playing the game, too.  One of the guests announced he had recently discovered he's lactose intolerant, so the pizza of the day was a cheeseless but extra meaty pan pizza.  I'm not sure whether it was the food or a pre-existing/unrelated condition, but, a few hours after pizza, I started feeling really bloated and sore in the tummy.  Saturday night was fairly restless and very uncomfortable for me.  I've been taking some medicine I found (chewable peppermint flavored simethicone tablets) that is supposed to work on those symptoms, but I'm still not feeling altogether great; I suspect that the 2004 expiration date on the box might have something to do with why the medicine's effect seems to be diminished.

Today, after the usual service, the church I've been going to is having everyone's pictures taken, for use in updating the church's telephone directory.  My mother really badly wanted me to go, and I would have liked to also, but I honestly evaluated how I felt physically and concluded that it would be better for me to stay home, within close reach of an empty, familiar bathroom, while I'm like this.  I've been watching my favorite movie, "The Fifth Element", to help keep my mind off of my body's discomfort.  Last night I had a weird dream (not really a nightmare) wherein I had to navigate a poorly-designed, ill-documented website.  I'm not sure why I had the dream, but it was kind of frustrating.

Actually, writing about that dream reminds me of another dream I had recently, wherein the scene shifted suddenly from city streets to diving underwater in a coral reef.  When I woke up, I discovered my sinuses had become partly stuffed up overnight, so I attributed the shift in dream scenery to that change in my body.  It was a funny thing: originally in my dream there were all these gangsters in the streets, looting and whatnot, but when the dream shifted to focus on underwater activity, it was in order to find a giant octopus that the looters were all saying was their "goddess" whom they were claiming to be obeying by spreading chaos and destruction.

My car's insurance expires after today, and I can't afford the next payment, so, it's back to sitting in the driveway for my little guy.  That's rather too bad, but I am glad to have been able to drive it for at least part of this year.  I have some new and exciting possible job leads; still nothing solid yet, but I remain hopeful and actively interested in finding out whatever manner of employment God has planned for me next.

So, anyway, that's me.  How are you?

Oh, P.S.  I'm not normally one for watching much TV, but I've been really getting into the new show "Heroes" lately.  It wouldn't be a stretch to say that I've become addicted.

I had a pretty strange dream last night.

The setting was a dark, trashy section of a cold and towering metropolitan city.  Crime was rampant and all the petty criminals answered to one boss figure who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jack Nicholson.  To give you an idea of his influence, even all the advertisements in the area said stuff like, "Drink Pepsi. The Boss drinks Pepsi." and "Eat at Red's. It's Boss-Approved."  And don't get me started on the zeppelins.

Anyway, so it's all dark and stuff in this part of town, when suddenly there's an orchestral crash, and a spotlight appears, and then another, zeroing in on two mulleted, jacketed figures (one in red vinyl, one in tattered blue denim) standing on a ledge, armed with guitars.  Striking a rebellious-sounding chord, they shout to the growing crowd of curious late-night loiterers that they have arrived to take back the streets and clean out the crime -- with the power of new wave!  Then they start playing a bunch of '80s songs like "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell and "Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears, and wouldn't you know it, everyone starts standing up straighter and smiling and acting friendly toward their neighbors, and pretty soon the streets start looking cleaner and things are just getting copacetic.

But then--!  Far away, the Boss growls an order into a condenser microphone.  The Boss's henchmen show up and mobilize, and, oh man, it's all the fedora-wearing gangster-dancers from Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal"!  They goosestep and moonwalk into the streets, brandishing tommy guns and panache, to do away with the new wave duo.  They battle, by way of music and dance, to a standstill.

Then, the two new wave guys caused a diversion by throwing their autographed guitars into the dancing and cheering crowd.  The henchmen were overrun by the ensuing mob of fans, while the duo escaped in classic chromed-out cars, presumably to continue spreading their special brand of joy and light to a different neighborhood.

So now I ask you ...
If you were on a mission to save the world through music, what would your battle song be?