Firefly dream! The gang needs to break into a space station. The only way to get aboard is to get a permit on the planet below. Mal, Zoe and Kaylee, in disguise as reputable people, go to the planetary DMV-like agency office and apply. Their cover is good enough, and they qualify for the permit right away. It's in the form of a crystal cassette, about the size of a CD jewel case, and an office worker is preparing it. Bu Mal, being Mal, gets in a fight with an official, and their cover is blown. The office worker with the permit/key rolls her eyes, and throws the permit/key over her shoulder into a trash can. Kaylee or Zoe manages to steal the permit/key from the trash can and they get out of the office without further incident. But the permit/key won't work when they try it. It's encrypted somehow! So they go to one of their criminal contacts who might be able to help. This guy's digs feature huge wall completely covered with square crystalline tiles just like the key/permit they're carrying. They call his name, and several of them open up, and he pokes his head out to see who's there. He looks kinda like the gatekeeper at Emerald City in Oz. He puts their key/permit in some kind of machine and he figures out the encryption. "No problem! It's simply has a second program recorded over it - an old Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon serial!" Program ends there, but hey, it was the first dream I remember since I retired that wasn't work-related.
Magical girl school dream: It started in the house I grew up in. I was getting ready for school. I had a girl's uniform and got on the bus with my sister. we rode straight up a huge hill, and when I say straight up it was straight up. Then we got to the top and there were these houses with other girls who were going to the school we were passing. When I got to school everyone was happy to see me and I had friends who went to class with me. It was intensely pleasantly painfully great. Then I woke up.
Last night I dreamt I was in a theater. The kind where they do stage plays, not show movies. Someone was showing me around. After the theater proper, we went into the control booth where the director ran things, then up to the next floor. This seemed to be a storage area, but there was also a small apartment. Everything was in disrepair. Then we went up another level and that floor was completely ruined. Then up to the roof, which had large holes in it. Then my girlfriend called me about 0730, waking me up.
Oh, I forgot the scene where Mal and the girls travel to their contact in a yellow shuttlecraft that's obviously a plastic model of a Boeing X-32. They crash along the way, because, why not, but they make it anyway.
I've always wanted to record my dreams because some of them could make for a cool short story or something. I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately so this is perfect. Anyway, last night I had two separate dreams. One I was celebrating my birthday and it was at a huge field with hundreds of people and a ton of food. There were bands and I got up and sang a song. It was almost like a festival, but with only people I knew. Some were people I haven't seen since high school. There was a house that had secret compartments and my close friends were having conversations in the secret compartments. They were CIA or something like that, but they wouldn't involve me in their conversations. Early the next morning, people started to clear out and I had been eating so much food that I couldn't catch a buzz so the dream ended with me "borrowing" a neighbor's truck and driving to the store to buy beer. The dream ended with me overhearing someone calling the cops and me getting paranoid and then the dream ended. The second dream was a little more vague. It was a cross between Westworld and one of those classic TOS episodes where a computer controls the whole society. Basically what happened was I created an algorithm that could accurately predict the future and was being used by the government to do so. I ended up downloading my consciousness into the machine and could control the future, but could also see the past and the future simultaneously. Eventually I had lost my humanity and forgotten that my consciousness had been downloaded into the machine. Over time the machine became supreme ruler over the planet and decided everyone's fate.
I had a baby in my dream. I was in the back of ambulance when it came out, I tried to push it back in, but that didn't work. It still came out.
I was leaving work on a down escalator, but I was on it wrong and started getting caught in the machinery, which was strangely in the top of the opening in the 2nd floor. Then I was walking home from work with an unfamiliar woman, who I happened to meet on the walk. She said her name was Linda Borelli, who was a girl I went to grammar school with. But this wasn't her. We got to my old childhood home and I was about to part company with her, when she invited me in to her house, which was the house across the street. This house belonged to my great uncle Cornelius in real life (my father's mother's brother), but was torn down for a sidestreet about 20 years ago. We went in. I barely remember what the inside of that house looked like, but in the dream it was a bank office. Industrial green walls, open plan with a half dozen people working at desks. Big windows, very light. Linda led me to the reception desk, where she had me start filling out an application. Ahead of me at the application window was my childhood friend Jeff, who I disowned, in real life, after high school, when he fucked a girl I was dating behind my back. He and I were both dressed in very sharp business suits. I mentioned to Linda that I didn't really want to fill out an application for an account. She told me it wasn't for that, I needed to apply for a permit to leave and go home. What?? Well, all right. Jeff's application was being considered, and there a sort of drumroll moment while the people at the counter decided. They told him he had to open a drawer in front of him, and find out his prize. he opened the drawer, we all waited anxiously, and he pulled out an odd-shaped tray, covered in saran wrap. Inside were various-sized prepared radishes. This apparently was the grand prize, and he was allowed to leave. As with most of my dreams, I got no firm conclusion before I woke up. :/
wow...if dreams are just "random neurons firing" and shit then why are they so...fucking....detailed? My dog has nightmares (he's whimpering in the dreams) quite often. I bet if he could communicate he'd say "dude I had the weirdest dream! These flying cats were surrounding me and one threw me my rope toy, but when I started chewing on the toy it EXPLODED and then turned into the loudest vacuum cleaner I ever heard! And then all the fire hydrants in the neighborhood started pissing on me!"
A rash of naked-at-work dreams this week. Yikes! At least the naked-at-high school dreams had cute teenage girls in them. In one I was taking my afternoon break by taking a nap in my own bedroom, which happened to be next to my office. I had to get up to get back to the drawing board by 2:00, and it was almost 2, but I was too sleepy to drag myself out of bed. I was trying to get socks on, and I got one green Christmas sock on (with red holly), but realized I was pulling on a mis-matched olive drab sock on the other foot. I couldn't find matched socks, and I also realized I was trying to pull the green sock on over my regular white sock (I'm still scarred from 3rd grade, when you got made fun of for wearing white socks, which only girls wore). My cubicle was right thru my half-open bedroom door. But I knew I didn't have anything to do, so I'd feel like I was going to get in trouble because everybody else had work. In another, I was standing at the top of a stairwell, waiting to go thru the door and meet people for lunch. I was stark naked, not thinking too much of it. Eventually I thought that maybe nobody else would be naked, and I'd be embarrassed. I peeked thru the door, and saw a pair of jeans and a denim jacket hanging on someone's office door. So I zipped over and grabbed them to put on.
My wife and I were out for a walk in a park, and there was a little white gazebo that we wanted to sit in. But there were two mannequins standing in it. They had a vague anime-character look. My wife found them disturbing, but I said "Don't worry, they're only scarecrows." She asked if I could at least turn them around so they weren't staring at us. I couldn't get them turned around, and when Mary and I stepped into the gazebo, we were suddenly in some kind of holodeck anime program where the one dummy was riding a ridiculously articulated speeder bike through the air.
That brings us to last night, and another work dream. This time I was being assigned an incredibly complicated graphic job by my father, sitting at a table in the hallway outside the cafeteria at work. Some of it involved creating screen icons, and I said I didn't know how to do that - no wait, yes, I'd done that before (my boss was always coming up with shit I'd never done before). Then he was rattling off a list of other thing I needed to do, and peoples' names I needed to exclude from the job. I yelled "I need a written explanation! I'll forget!" But he wouldn't do that, saying "just do it, you'll be fine."
My wife had a dream a couple of nights ago involving my neighbor's many cats wearing pajamas after her house was broken into. Yes, I thought of the phrase "the cat's pajamas" when she told me about her dream! My work dreams for 2020 have been the same recurring theme: I'm in the military but the branch is uncertain - army, air force, navy? Who knows? Also the people in the unit are total strangers, the mission is unknown, and it kicks off RIGHT FUCKING NOW and I don't have my gear ready!
Last night, sort of a work dream. Since the crew I work with is considered essential, we were on a job site and people were getting infected. As people were infected, you could tell that they were being infected. Their skin would turn red, then blacken, start to crack, and then they would burn and explode. For some reason the infection had something to do with the aliens from Alien. And they would burn because their blood would start to turn acidic. And the PPE we were issued would work to an extent. And we could inject ourselves or others if we were, but it had to be almost immediately. And you had about a minute after you injected to cool your self off, a shower, getting dunked, going into a pool or submerging yourself would do it. In my dream, I figured out that if I went one of the colleges around here (we've had a few jobs on a couple of the campuses around here) I could find a lot of the female students in the dorm showers. And if they were infected, they'd go to where they could get injected and placed under a shower quickly.So I went to one, and there were a lot of females getting injected and needing help getting into the shower. And since I had PPE, which consisted of gloves, mask, hood, face shield, etc, I could help them and be protected. Too bad my alarm went off about I'd helped only 4-5 females into the shower.
They keep coming this week! One of the things I hated to do at work was take group pictures, and especially unplanned sudden group pictures. I hate crowds, I hate being the center of attention, hate being put on the spot, I hate surprises. That's pretty much taking an impromptu group picture right there! So I dreamed I was coming in from lunch, and there was a group of people in a break room, gathered around some important new product or device or SOME shit like that. I poked my head in to see what it was, hiding the company camera behind my back symbolically so no one would get the idea. And of course, one of my old supervisors was there and said "Hey, while you're here with the camera..." For some reason my dog Nikki (<--- see pic at left) was sleeping on one of the lunch tables, so I went over and nuzzled her nose to feel better. In her typical fashion, she just glared at me like I was bothering her and went back to sleep.
I always kind of liked the possibilities that Firefly was taking place at roughly the same time as BR25's second season (2499 vs 2491 year of first seasons) and could reasonably be encountered by "the Searcher".
There was a birthday party for me in the basement of my childhood home. I opened the basement door to go down there, but there were camera tripods and light stands cluttering the top step. I tried to step carefully, but it was dark in the starwell. It was light down below, and Captain Picard called "be careful John!" from around the corner downstairs. I said I'd go get a flashlight. I got the really bright LED light from my current bedroom. Downstairs was a limitless white space (Odd, since the basement back home was a converted coal bunker in a native stone foundation). There were a group of men standing around in black tie and tuxes chatting, including some actors and my and my wife's fathers. In a separate part of the void, my wife was reclining seductively on a couch, so I went over for a cuddle. The entertainment started - a string quartet, also in black tie. Since it was also my friend Kevin's birthday, and he's a Hitchcock fan, we had Anthony Perkins sit in on violin. His tux was disheveled, and he was intentionally clowning around. Kevin wasn't there himself.
I don't usually have so many celebrity guest stars! The last one I remember was Sean Connery, many years ago. He and I were sitting at a one of those tall 2-person tables at a bar, having a drink. Everything started fading out and I said "I'm waking up." Connery said in his thick Connery accent, "Well, crap."
About 8-9 years ago I dreamt that I met, and immediately killed Neil DeGrasse Tyson, then I felt bad about it. But he said something smart ass to me, so he had it coming.
well if I ever see a news headline stating "smartass Neil DeGrasse Tyson killed" I'll be mentally prepared for the shock. I have celebrity dreams now & then. The last one I remember was Gwyneth Paltrow. I'm not a big fan but she was pretty hot in my dream! Sadly I woke up before anything got graphic.
Another work dream last night. I was in a large room of work tables, and had a lot of signs to make, but I had to eat a salad first. I another one, I was home with my parents. We'd gotten mail from dad's cousins Don and Gail marked "Hurricane photos," and they were on their way over the talk about their trip. Well, THOSE were mundane.
Here's a weird one. I was in a movie theater with a group of friends. It was like a class reunion, but there were people there that I went to school with that weren't a part of my class. We were watching a movie that was a gangster movie about guys selling drugs, but it was also a heist movie which was also a romantic comedy. I was sitting next to friends. On my right side was a friend of mine that I grew up with and still hang out with when I visit my home town. To my left was a friend of mine who's been dead for over twenty years and to the left of him was the girl who I lost my virginity to and whom I talk to every once in a while. As I'm watching the movie I'm holding hands with this girl to the left of my friend. Not only am I watching this movie, but I'm a part of the movie and in the movie I'm sort of an unwilling get away driver being shot at and I'm trying to run away from the cops, but at the same time, I want to turn myself in so I can provide the police with information. As the movie comes to an end, I'm paying more attention to the girl, but I'm also joking with my friend to the right of me. My other friend is just kind of there. The ushers come through at the end dressed as cops and pretend to bust people for marijuana. At the end of the movie the song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now plays and the two romantic leads kiss and the movie ends like an 80s movie. Then I woke up.
