Pawns, Androids, Elephants

I'll cut out the boring stuff, and bring you to the part where I was working in some kind of Costco store, except they had a billion employees, all wearing red polo shirts, and instead of the customers waiting in the check out lines, the employees had to wait in line. These were not normal length lines, I felt like we were in a rail yard, and the waiting was endless.

Somehow, next I was watching a documentary about androids. They were thin-framed ones with long spider appendages, and they worked extremely fast. They were all typing on computers (which seems weird now, androids are computers.) They seemed to be in sync, there would be a storm of typing, and then suddenly, they would all freeze, and their creator, a tense governess type, would fix something here and there, and they'd all be off again. She was really trying to sell the viewers on the idea, which seemed to be, 'look at how fast they're going!"

Then I was in a giant White House with a ton of reporters who had been stripped of any recording devices, waiting for the President to come in. I spent a lot of time thinking, "there's got to be a way to get a device in here, because what's going on in here is so wrong." But I knew their sensors would find it.

One of the reporters in that crowd then became the protagonist of my dream, a wrestler who never won any fights. He would try and try at fighting, and anything in general in life, but never have any measurable success. After a while, a wrestling organization gave him an award for his failures: a giant pawn. They all laughed, but he was happy and smiley anyway. Somehow this part was on youtube in my head.

Finally, the grand finish. Our hero had somehow become an elephant. He was swimming earnestly down beautifully picturesque rivers. Have you ever seen an elephant swim? It was really cute, peddling his legs. He was going through some rough waters, but he would keep his trunk up to breathe even if his body was under the water. The river emptied out into a beach area, where our elephant morphed into a dolphin and joined other dolphins riding the humongous waves in to shore. At this point I became the dolphin, and I had a ton of fun being lifted high in the water with tons of other dolphins. Some guy, though, was shutting a big door on the bay which made the waves calm down. I had to make him keep it open so we could have our fun.

I feel like I just wrote a children's story for kids with ADHD.

Jack of all Dreams

This guy has all sorts of stuff on him. The first thing I remember is using these elevators on a hill. The elevators would take you to the top of the hill, the bottom, or deep down inside the earth. I was holding the door for my best friend Weston for a long, long time, and I remember forgetting which button kept the doors open.

Somehow after that I was in a 3D computer program where I would paint a 3d map of Chicago dark blue because they're all Bears fans. I was even painting Rockford, which was kind of far away. But whenever I would leave one area to cover another, it would start turning bright Red and Blue for Republicans and Democrats. "I didn't know the Loop had so many Republicans in it!" Geez. Can't we all just get along for the Bears?

Then I was talking with some of the Bears about where would be best to live in Chicago. I pointed to one place on the map, and one big, older Bear told me, "Oh, you KNOW that's one nice place." So I went there with my friends.

First, my friend Havilah was doing some laundry, and the washing machine was overflowing (which happened in real life to my parents recently). I was earnestly trying to help her, but after she left, my friend Weston had one of those private talks with me in which he said, "you know she's dying, right?" How long did she have to live? "Seven or ten years. Something like that." Then of course I was more concerned with whether she should try to get married than I was with the washing machine. There was almost this sense that it would do no good for me to worry about her and the washing machine, because I should be more focused on the important things. I remember thinking I wouldn't ever trifle with washing machines around Havilah anymore, on account of her being dead in seven years.

The last thing I remember is doing a group paper with some people at the apartment. We had a few computers, and I was doling out the tasks to the group. It was one of those dumb papers where you have to write about your experience doing the paper; a paper about a paper. I was trying to explain this to Hillery, who was having a hard time understanding.

That's all, folks!

Hip Hop Swimming

Last night I dreamed I was swimming in a big dolphin pool with some people, and they were swimming in sync while chanting, "hip hop horaaaaay hooooooo haaaaaay hooooo..." Sometime later I also hung out with a girl I used to date and her mom in her house. The funny thing was that I was using the bathroom and they wouldn't get out of there to let me have some privacy.

President Dies

I had a dream that President Bush died last night. It was really unexpected, of course, with days to go before the elections close. He died of some kind of cancer. The secret service did a great job of keeping it secret, since they didn't want us worrying about the economy AND cancer. There was mild sadness in the country.

Vacation Woman Chase

Had another chaser last night. I remember trying to find some place we were staying at in a hilly town at night. It was hard, and it seemed like the security was tight. I dream of complicated things: I remember getting the security guard to highlight not only the place we were staying at the first night, but the second night also, so there wouldn't be any trouble with the authorities.

(unknown transition)

We were sitting in a bar in town, which was very colorful and lit up. I met a cool girl there who seemed fun, and I was interested in her. (she's a dream approximation of a girl I dated this year) She told me the bar was some kind of erotic bar, and I began to have the sensation of trying not to look around while at the same time being very curious about how a bar was selling erotic things. Like, in drink form? When I was bringing the girl back to my friends, I realized she had a very dangerous monkey with her who would try to bite me. We had to try several ways of regrouping with the friends to get the monkey to avoid us.

Later, I was hanging out with the girl in the city at night. I had her on my shoulders, but somehow I could balance the both of us in seated position, as if there were a chair beneath us. It was really fun, because I could zoom around and steer us even though it seemed like we should be falling on our behinds. My shoes scraped against ground as we sped around.

But then it became clear I was being chased, and we ran towards the edge of town. It seemed like the guy chasing me was this man running for president who I didn't like, and wouldn't vote for. The train's doors had motion sensors and tinted windows, and it was fun when I tricked him by triggering a door that made him think I was running one way down the train, when I was in fact running the other way.

(wake up)

Failed Dream Attempt

Remembered my whole dream this morning at 8:00 when Greg got up to shower, and not it's 2:47 pm and I've forgotten the lot of it.

had to post it somewhere, sorry! (=

ER show dream

Often I have dreams in which nothing actually happens. Is it abnormal to have dreams about putting things in order, or to dream about the intricacies of doing a long project? It didn't go that far, but I had a long dream last night about Two Silver Trumpets, a song my band wrote. We were loading in to some gig we had, and Spencer and I somehow switched parts. So lots of time in my dream was spent coming up with a guitar part when I normally play bass. I also dreamed that we were coming home to the house I grew up in, with the amber glow of the street lights giving way for the blue of dawn mildly coming in. That's a dream segment I keep having, which is weird since I never came home at dawn when I grew up, and it wouldn't be on foot like it is in my dreams. I'll try to dream more narratives in the coming nights.

Monson Waffle Crisp

In the first part of my dream, I was in the pantry of the dollhouse (where I live), and I overheard some people talking about an old woman in someone's family who had some illness like cancer that required lots of care. The woman had someone who usually made her her waffle crisp in the morning, which seemed to be very important in her overall health and care, but there was no one to do it but me. President Monson was around the house, talking very sincerely about the waffle crisp. "Those bowls have been a bright star of hope to her endless voyage."

But for some reason I didn't want Monson seeing me with the waffle crisp, which I really just wanted to eat myself.

Next, I dreamed that I woke up in my room with various girls on top of me to keep me warm. First was Emily, who seemed like deadweight. I was using her as a blanket, and it was hard getting her to cover me; she whouldn't help me move her around. But I tried real hard. Then there was Amy, my cousin, who has really long hair, which was nice and warm. While this was going on, I was aware of various men just outside the room: dads, church guys, acquaintences, etc. One guy, who I think dated Emily previously, was hovering right over the bed when I was using her as my blanket. I wanted them all to go away, because I didn't want them to think I was weird for having these girls on my bed.