Had a dream that I was walking the halls of a domain that I was once the master of. I walked its fields and saw its sites. I would examine the scars in the earth and gouges into stone and metal and reminisce on the events that caused me to place them there. In the middle of this domain was a monument to a fallen girl. Unlike the rest of this place it was well maintained. When I went to pay tribute I was confronted by a familiar face. Offended by my presence he attacked me. Our fight was quick, he had never been able to best me. The dream ended with me finishing my tribute and walking away, something the familiar face was incapable of. I had this very "off" feeling for the entire day.
I had a dream a few nights ago in which I was drinking a beer. In real life I don't drink, and in my dream I guess I was halfway through my beer and I remembered that I don't drink and wondered why I was suddenly drinking.
Had a dream I convinced my dead mom and my wife to watch The Sopranos with me. Started with S1E1. First scene was Tony on a hang glider. Then the dream became mostly about Meadow, which was nice.
Last night I dreamed Mariah Carey was the host of some sort of bike race at an apartment complex. I was one of the participants. The race was against the clock, not in a group. Anyway when it was my turn to ride I realized that the route was super complicated - and because we were not in a group I couldn't just stay with the other riders. About that time I realized I was going to lose miserably and embarrass myself. Luckily I woke up and was spared from all that!
Dreamed I was dating Mila Kunis, and we were going to sporting events and on archeological expeditions together.
yep! That's what I would be doing with her. Well sort of, but it would involve burying bones versus digging them up.
Had a dream where I met up with an old girlfriend. We went to a fair or something like that. And she was saying that she liked how I had a stable income, home, etc.. And I thought she was trying to get back with me. I didn't want that but was trying to figure out how to tell her that. We were leaving the fair, and she said she had something to tell me. I was expecting her to say we should get back together, instead she said she wanted me to meet her friend. Her friend was sitting on the hood of car, I don't what the model or make was, it was tan and looked to be a late 70's or early 80's. The friend had been waiting at the car all day, and she looked like Hailee Steinfeld from the Bumble Bee movie. She was the same shirt and jeans, not sure about the shoes, and had the same hair style.
Another work dream - I was staying home because I'm fucking retired, but kept thinking I should call in to tell them I'm not coming in. Because I'm retired. Maybe I should just go in for an hour to see if anything needs to get done. I can tell them I'm staying home then. Do I punch in for an hour? How do I fill out my time sheet for an hour during retirement? Another one: I was attending a reunion of people from work. I really didn't recognize anyone there. It was a nice little restaurant with all the tables moved together. The guy sitting across from me said "Let's get someone important to sit at this table. Get up, John."
The other night I had one where my girfriend was driving our RV out of her driveway. But the RV had no top or sides around the front where the driver and one passenger sit. And the one brick post I had to remove at the corner of her driveway and the street to make room to pull the thing in kept appearing and disappearing as the rig moved. Very strange.
Gee, more at work. I was assigned to find a small tubular container in which to safely place something that looked like a 5" metal electrical fuze. About the size of a vial of iocane powder wielded by a bald Sicilian. So I went into a random lab and rummaged around on a stranger's workbench. I found a tube the the fuze not only fit, but the top of the fuse threaded neatly into the tube! The guy who's bench it was showed up and took exception to my taking his shit. I said "My boss told me to do this." A man at another bench behind us, probably this guy's boss, replied, "Shall I tell you what HIS (the other guy's) boss wants you to do?"
Another "office building" dream last night. I was in a big generic office building and it was lunchtime, so I went to the cafeteria. Met up with a friend who, in real life, I haven't seen in many years. He got a bowl of soup or cereal, something like that. Then we had to leave the cafeteria and as we went up some stairs he dropped or threw his bowl and the liquid in it went all over.
Another work dream, sort of. Once again, I was going to go in for a few hours in the middle of the week, after having been out for a while. I packed two changes of clothes. Then I stopped at an outdoor pharmacy built on the side of a hill. The checkout person was 2 or 3 tiers of landscaping above the counter talking to someone. I yelled "Come on! I gotta get to work!" What was I buying? Well, considering I'm naked in these dreams half the time, I figured I'd pick up some paper penis snoods. I seem to be becoming conscious of being naked in dreams, and actually doing things like seeking out clothing to counteract it. Weird.
Dreamed about getting into a firefight with some evil small-town cops. Had to recruit Arnold Schwarzenegger and a bunch of wolves to help take down the rest of them. Woke up before the final showdown. Bummed out now.
Last night (actually early morning about an hour before my wake-up time) I had a dream I was in a juvenile detention center escorting some inmate around for some reason. Then I was in an elementary school with my wife and we were walking in a super long hallway. There were desks and boxes and book cases and kids of course all crammed into the hallway for some reason. Anyway without hardly any warning I shit my pants! All I could do was squeeze the bottom of my left pants leg around my ankle to keep the shit from running out and terrifying/grossing out the kids & teachers. I woke up at that point, feeling like I had to shit for real, and went to the bathroom and did just that.
I think it's normal that if you're dreaming about peeing or pooing, that means you actually have to, and will usually wake up to go do dat. At least that's how my brain works.
Complex, rambling, interconnected dream scenes last night: It started with sort of a scene from a kung-fu film, where a guy was hiding in a bathroom. The door burst open, and a Chinese guy with a cleaver leapt in, hacking away randomly. The hiding guy fought back. I retain an image of him crouched back defensively, holding up a cleaver, totally covered in blood, his eyes Gowron-wide. Then I was fighting the Chinese guy outdoors. He had a knife, I was improvising with things like tree branches found on the lawn. No leather jacket was available. There was something between us like a wall or a table. Chinese guy got snagged on it, and I wheeled around to his side with the bowl of a small cement bird bath in one hand. The guy got one stab in at me with a knife, but I didn't register any hit. There were a few guys eating lunch at a picnic table watching in shock. I said to them "Anybody order Chinese?" and clubbed the Chinese guy with the cement bird bath bowl. The first hit was very tactile, a wet thud. Didn't seem enough. I hit him a few more times. To make sure. I've been watching too much American Horror Story. Then I was home, in sort of a version of the old family house. There were several strangers there for, I guess, a sleepover, male and female. They seemed to belong there in the dream. It was bed time. I was worried that my mother had been missing for a few days. I was sitting on the bed, and my wife was standing behind me in a night gown. I playfully reached behind me and tried to pull it off over her head. She laughed and dodged away (in reality, she'd have smacked me upside the head). I tried to do it again (reaching behind me), but there were 2 strange women there (in night gowns) instead, and their protestations made me realize they weren't my wife and I shouldn't do that. I apologized sincerely, for pestering someone I hadn't even been introduced to. Meanwhile our dog Nikki (see avatar) was sitting in the corner by the door, watching all this, with a doily on her head. The scene shifted to the kitchen of the house I grew up in, tho apparently in the same evening with the same people milling about. I heard my mother's voice on the stairs, so I hurried over, where she was talking with someone. I ran up to ask where she'd been, and she said "wait, wait, are you all right? Did the Chinese guy stab you badly?" I told her I hadn't checked the wound yet, but don't worry. The kitchen phone rang. Our old Ma Bell wall model over by the back door (Federal-7-4824). I picked it up and some stuffy-sounding older guy started telling me updates he needed to a piece of art for work. I said wait, wait, what job is this for? He told me a project name. I said "Hold on, I'm at home, it's Sunday night, and I'm retired! Call the boss and leave me alone!" So there.
"The door burst open, and a Chinese guy with a cleaver leapt in, hacking away randomly." or as I like to call it "Tuesday"! "Meanwhile our dog Nikki (see avatar) was sitting in the corner by the door, watching all this, with a doily on her head" I recently read that we forget most of our dreams, generally only remembering the dreams where we are awakened during them or just after them. If your dreams are the ones you remember, I can only imagine the depths of depravity hidden away & forgotten in your dream world! Anyway last night/early morning I had a doozy: I lived in a big double-wide trailer and part of it was sagging & sinking. My family was complaining "there are wires and stuff coming out of the floor! What's going on under there?" Turns out an electronic circuit board attached to the floor joists beneath the trailer was FUBAR. Yes, in my dream logic the 2 x 10 wooden support joists were powered or monitored by circuitry. So I had the bad circuit board out in the grass where it was somehow still energized for some reason. It started to smoke and burn. About that time my son's friend appeared and tried fixing it because in real life he's pretty computer savvy. But his fat clumsy ass was stepping all over the board which I didn't care for! Then a guy from my work I don't really care for appeared and started offering his questionable technical advice. Then he accidentally breaks off a capacitor and says "they don't make these boards like they used to!" and starts playing it off like that capacitor isn't really needed anyway. Then my alarm went off as I was getting more upset by the minute.
Oof. Note to self: Don't self-medicate and post. It was one of those wake up and go back to sleep right away deals.
At work again I discovered a closed area in the back of the building and wandered in. It turned out to be a combination wet market/brothel/human sacrifice area. There were a couple of girls from my high school class working as hookers, so I, eh, hung out, with them for a while. There were lots of people screwing, and some of the clients were being simultaneously skinned or disemboweled. Back out in the corridors, I found a coworker sitting, wearing a parka, waiting to go home for Christmas break. I sat and chatted a bit. Then I decided there was only an hour left in the work day, so I'd better get back to the office and see if there was any work to do. As I was heading for the side corridor to the office, the environment was more like a shopping mall, and streams of women in 1950s-style winter coats were all walking into the corridor carrying packages. I walked along staring at the floor tiles thinking "I gotta get outta here!"
Had one of those dreams where I was in a familiar place surrounded by people I know I knew, but couldn't remember the particulars. And it was one of those dreams where I'm not sure if they were people I actually knew for real of if they were just dream constructs.
Tony Stark wanted me to get him 4 bottles of vodka. That's about all I remember from my dream last night.
"It turned out to be a combination wet market/brothel/human sacrifice area." It's about time those opened back up NJ! Georgia opened them back up in July but only at 50 percent capacity.
