February 13, 2010 at 1258 · Filed under dreams
I’m at my mother’s pet store and have been tasked with transporting a lizard and a frog back home. The lizard, who has the personality of my college Discrete Mathematics professor, keeps escaping from its box, as does the frog. After several frantic attempts to reinforce the box with tape and secure the frog in a container of dog biscuits, I am on my way.
Somewhere through the trip (my father, played by Danny DeVito, has appeared out of nowhere to take over driving) I go to give the two animals some water and discover the frog has died. We pull into a Dunkin Donuts drive through. While waiting to order, I spot a friend of mine with whom I have had a bit of a row (in both the dream and in reality.) He is living out of a van and comes out to berate me for something. I begin screaming at him and he walks off towards a grassy, hilly area.
The next day I find a bunch of old receipts with cryptic numbers written on them blowing through the grass, as well as his blood-soaked flannel shirt. After a short debate with a companion over the crime scene layout of murders versus suicides, I realize he has been murdered, though there is no body. I take the receipts and head to a nearby payphone with some friends.
The payphone is located inside the stall of an old public bathroom. The adjacent stall is stripped of its door and toilet and has only a few wires coming up from a hole in the floor. I open the door of the payphone booth to find another door, and behind this, another. I open about ten doors, each painted a different, bright color, before I finally reach the phone. After asking a friend to hold the doors open for me– I am afraid of being trapped inside– I dial one of the cryptic numbers. Despite the number only having 5 digits, the call goes through. On the other end is the voice of my dead friend, who tells me he has been murdered by his stalker.
I discover that there is another room around the corner from the bathroom, and I find inside a desk filled with old medical files. The files have been written by a doctor I once went on a date with about a year and a half ago, who has recently gotten back in touch with me (again, in real life.) One of the files is on my friend, and another on his murderer.
Going back to the empty stall, I realize someone has written something with ballpoint pen using a piece of soft wood hanging on the wall as a writing surface. The impression of what was written is in the wood, and it is instructions on how to use the wires to communicate with the doctor. The handwriting is of the murderer. I call the doctor through the wires and whisper “I know everything.”
I run through the grass towards the murderer’s mansion. The grass sparkles with discarded jewelry; I drag my hand through the weeds and pick up several bracelets and barrettes, which I pocket. My friends are chasing after me, warning me not to confront her. She soon discovers my presence and chases us, brandishing first a pistol and then a switchblade, through a maze-like servant’s cabin. We finally escape by cutting through the wire screen of the porch window. Somehow she realizes that she is doomed to be exposed and collapses in the grass. Fireworks go off, spelling her name in the sky.
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December 25, 2009 at 2230 · Filed under blog stuff, misc
Happy Christmas, everyone. I will be guest posting on the rest of December’s xkcd strips over at the xkcd sucks blog. Today’s post is here.
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November 29, 2009 at 1742 · Filed under dreams
Dream 1
I am in the forest outside my parents’ house in Maine; it is dark and I am with some strange man wearing a flannel cap. We are trying to find flying squirrels. We hear a strange chirping sound and he shines his flashlight into the treetops, but there are only branches and darkness.
Dream 2
My friends and I are barhopping in Manhattan; I feel awkward and out of place since most of them are married. My friend needs to get a bottle of aspirin for her headache. I direct her to the Duane Reade across the street and wait outside while my other friends proceed to the next bar. Her husband returns, and we head to the bar, but it starts pouring rain. My friends duck into a pizza shop while I’m stuck out in the street. Once the rain stops, I stomp down to find a place where I can buy dry clothes while my friends eat pizza. A man stops me and exclaims, “what happened to you?!”
My friends get a text from my friend who is at a wine tasting at the Greene Grape downtown. We pile into an SUV and try to figure out how to get down there.
Dream 3
I am hanging out with Paul McCartney and John Lennon. We are doing a photoshoot for the promo material of their latest tour. Apparently, I am their fill-in drummer. They are asked to do a pair of topless shots each; this proves troublesome for me, since I am female.
On stage, I realize I can’t actually drum. This is resolved when the crowd begins chanting for KISS instead. We resolve this by donning their makeup (I am Peter Criss. Bummer.) and stage diving.
Dream 4
I am in the movie The Little Mermaid, only in this version, Ariel has already gotten her legs by visiting with the humans. She is swimming off the pier while I attempt to liberate several shrimp diiners. I then try to save a lobster, but he grabs onto my sleeve as I toss him, causing his shell to crack open on the ground.
Ariel is given a fish-tail skirt to conceal her legs from her father, but she loses it. Since I am human, I can’t visit her father herself to give an excuse for her tardiness. I attempt to feed a lie to her ditzy fish friend, but she cannot keep the story straight. Luckily, I see my brother and his friends swimming by (he is a black lobster,) and we proceed to the royal palace in order to explain why Ariel cannot dine with him that night.
WTF?
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November 22, 2009 at 1523 · Filed under dreams
Over the past view months, I have had repeating variations on the same dream. In all of them, my parents are either moving a) from their house in Maine back to Hempstead, NY, where I grew up, b) from Hempstead to Maine, or c) from their current house to a new house, also in Maine.
In most of these dreams, we are trying to coordinate the movie but are worried about getting all our things packed, not having a moving van and trying to move everything with a pickup in multiple trips, getting everything moved before I have to go back to work, etc. Only once have we successfully gotten moved in; usually the dream ends up being an exercise in anxiety, or I end up back at my elementary school in Garden City where all my classmates are frozen at age 12.
I hate having these dreams. I’m always incredibly frustrated and helpless in them and wake up feeling uneasy and sick. I don’t believe in dream interpretation much, but the fact that I have had countless numbers of the “moving dream” makes me wonder if my brain is trying to tell me something.
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November 14, 2009 at 1144 · Filed under condo, nyc, pets
I woke up at around 3:00 am to find this little dude rubbing his head on my hand. I guess he had gotten in through my slightly open window. I couldn’t tell if he was a stray, but he was so clean and affectionate that I think he may be someone’s pet. Sadly, he was gone when I woke in the morning, but if I run into him again I’ll have to see if he needs a home.
Oh, and I am posting this on my new Motorola Droid! It’s super sweet.
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