tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119237292024-03-08T15:11:57.749-05:00The DREAM TeamIf your body doesn't dream, it can die. It's true. I promise. So dream all the time.wholegrainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05561226170572630286noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-45411048429122439942007-09-08T14:18:00.000-04:002007-09-08T18:49:48.909-04:00Me And Tom Hanks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFm6uu062ag66qs-ifhXv-Tgp9B26R9tRDy5wz5waUwXdQR5xR1pJ8D6UMjO0-ie0AKgrrbss3noHtE3hqSXGA_zs9bDXSSL-QPq_kd_5Qv7o-DRiJb1e6iBLEr252GDickeBtw/s1600-h/stephon+and+tom+hanks+the+terminal+web.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFm6uu062ag66qs-ifhXv-Tgp9B26R9tRDy5wz5waUwXdQR5xR1pJ8D6UMjO0-ie0AKgrrbss3noHtE3hqSXGA_zs9bDXSSL-QPq_kd_5Qv7o-DRiJb1e6iBLEr252GDickeBtw/s400/stephon+and+tom+hanks+the+terminal+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107903571392206738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So this morning, while sleeping in, I had a great dream about being part of a drug sting in some nondescript northern town. I say northern because it was snowing. I started on an outdoor flight of steps going up to a motel room which really looked more like an apartment once you got inside. I remember having to stop on the steps because a van pulled into the parking lot underneath them, and I knew it belonged to the drug dealers, so I had to become very still and stealthy, and not knock any snow down between the steps, so as not to alert the drug dealers to my presence. I've been watching alot of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wire</span> lately.<br /><br />In the small hallway leading to the motel room, there were three or four windows, from which I could spy some of the drug dealers digging ditches with Caterpillars out behind the motel. I'm not sure what they were digging for, but I knew it was bad news. Once in the motel room/apartment, I was greeted by my dad, the black lady-doctor from Grey's Anatomy and a couple of other people. They were my team, I think. Also, my mom and this older lady showed up after a while, but they just stopped by to bring us food. I was angry that they had stopped by because they weren't trained pros like me and my crew, so when they left, I ran out behind the building to distract the guards. I remember not being able to tie my shoes properly for some reason, so I ran out without them.<br /><br />Then I was in a house with a bunch of people, like 20 or 30, in the living room, where we listened to a man speak. He laid down some playing cards and invited us to accept God into our hearts and our bodies by staring at the cards. I wanted to at first, and so did everybody else. Rachel Lane was there, and I noticed she was one of the first in line, along with a bunch of other people. However, my friend Caitlin Corless ran down the hallway into a bedroom and wouldn't do it. I asked her why and she said she felt it wasn't necessary. Plus, she was very frightened. Then I got frightened all the sudden and realized they were a cult and that I already had God in my heart and I wondered why they would ask me to do it again.<br /><br />Then I realized they were zombies and we needed to run away very fast. It was quite scary. Then Caitlin had blond hair (it's normally red) and we were in a library or a museum (or something). And there were lots of glass walls. Plus, she now had glasses. If given time, I think it might have eventually turned into <span style="font-style: italic;">The Da Vinci Code,</span> but I woke up before I found out.jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12291085782348812770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-65155851274868809012007-06-11T13:19:00.000-04:002007-06-11T13:22:34.825-04:00It's a boy?I had a dream that I was holding our child (still 5 weeks away from introducing him/herself) in my lap, but it was still in my wife's belly. She wasn't around, though. I was just holding a round belly with a head sticking out of it. And it was a boy. And it had a toddler head.<br /><br />It was really bizarre.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-29283044503465159112007-02-27T15:17:00.000-05:002007-02-27T15:19:16.427-05:00dream of robins and chani was walking out of my grandparents house and to my great grandfather's home, which is right next door. to get there, i have to step off an elevated drive way which makes a corner with my great g'pa's yard. Right there in the corner, lives a dogwood tree. As i am stepping off to go his house, i see about 100 baby robins, complete with their tiny baby bird downy feathers. there were tons, they were all piled high and tweeting. it was weird, and sweet. so, i decided to get to my great g'pa's home, i'll just walk down the drive way and around.. so, as i am trying to do that, i step off the embankment, and something, who knows what, picks me up and slams me down right on all the baby robins. <br /> <br />i kill them all. the grass was so green. :(erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1171052746561657762007-02-09T15:04:00.000-05:002007-02-09T15:25:46.606-05:00Brady Quinn = Greedy Bastard?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2456/1022/1600/683708/quinn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2456/1022/320/43122/quinn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Brady Quinn & I were taking a tour of this old scenic university (reminiscent of Notre Dame -- go figure)... we were walking through this huge old mansion that had been converted into a dorm. There were a bunch of other football players touring the same house, like it was the place to be & everybody was vying for a limited number of rooms. We were snooping around in a hall closet, when we found this box full of Notre Dame shirts. He grabbed like 6 of them & ran up the stairs, like he was gyanking them & didn't want to get caught. I looked around in the box for a shirt that would fit me (I don't know why I even wanted one since I despise ND), but that bastard took all the ones that were my size -- I just knew it. I followed him upstairs to get a shirt, and 2 hookers were waiting, complete with laminated price lists. One of them was on sale. How can you pass up a sale, son?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1169507324893499182007-01-22T15:44:00.000-05:002007-01-22T18:08:47.520-05:00Disney sucks<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5269/1294/1600/776980/PastaBoxMask.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5269/1294/320/910365/PastaBoxMask.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I got invited to a halloween party at Chris Ware's house, or else he was just going to be there.<br />So I wanted to impress him. For my costume, I wore a pasta box on my head and looked out the clear panel. I also had on a turquoise-ish turtleneck and a brown corduroy vest. <br />Later, I travelled with my dad and other family members to Disneyworld in an empty hay wagon. We kept turning down streets trying to find Disney but instead found abandoned parade sites, or parking garages. Finally we arrived. The first thing we saw was some sort of martial arts demonstration in what looked like a horse stable/barn. My dad "sparred" with the instructor, but it was really fake and sissy and lasted about 30 seconds. The main "attraction" at this building was about 20 college-aged students sitting at long tables, "The Last Supper"-style, supposedly to promote their school of nursing. But really they all just shared short testimonies and anecdotes about their faith. For quite some time.<br />The next stop was the gymnasium, for a Disney State University basketball game. Somehow, about four or five players were graduates of my high school, but they were all guys who had never even made it to the varsity team because of getting cut or quitting because they were not good. But they had all improved quite a bit. And somehow I was playing with them. Except that I was wearing my black fleece gloves which made it really hard to dribble and pass. I kept taking them off, but then they would end up back on my hands again. I must've been pretty cold.burzenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02927629900643925491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1167886345714886812007-01-03T23:51:00.000-05:002007-01-03T23:52:25.730-05:00disasterswe didn't send out invitations and i ddin't get my dress altered. our wedding was going to be the singular worst disaster in my life. we were calling people to beg them to come.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1166793875781708302006-12-22T08:20:00.000-05:002006-12-22T08:24:35.796-05:00not againi am at work just typing away at my computer when all of a sudden my bottom pointy tooth is loose. i automatically freak out because permanet teeth shouldn't be loose, but i don't tell anyone about it. i move it and it comes up and then down and i try to keep it down with my tongue. didn't work. it came out. and i held it up. it's root had decayed in my gums. i felt around the bottom of my mouth and i felt the next tooth was becoming loose. i just started bawling and the girls at work asked me what was wrong and i just held up my tooth. my boss was like, that happens to me all the time... and i said, no it doesn't all your teeth are in place.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1166534131444225552006-12-19T08:04:00.000-05:002006-12-19T08:15:31.563-05:00killer whale timeI was at this shelter of sorts with a few of my high school friends, the only one that stood out was my friend Leah McGaughy, now Alton. Whe and i were waiting on the band to start playing. We were just chattin it up, it was really hot and humid. When the band came in, it was our other friend from high school, casey anderson and her husband clint culberson. She played piano and he played guitar and sang. She had short hair, bangs and a handband on. They played, Leah started to do the cha cha line and started taking us around this shelter, turns out it was casey's house from high school with one exception, every room had beautiful, expensive blue tiles on the floor. <br />The next thing i remember is going outside with leah, casey and clint and we were walking around in this amazing rain forest, everything was SO SO green and sticky and hot, when we saw roller coaster tracks. we waited for the coaster to come along and sure enough it did. They stopped pedaling the coaster (that's how it was powered) right at a weird 90 degree turn, 90 degree turns are no good with jungle coasters. Cedric the Entertainer and my friend Natiya from 6th grade were on the coaster. We talked like it was no big deal. Casey then pointed down and said, "let's go there!" <br />There happened to be a canal of sorts, it was the craziest blue green sea EVER, it was a skinny canal that lead to the big sea. Cedric and i ran down and jumped in and i saw a white fish swimming towards me, it scared me and i said, "i hope i don't get stung by a jelly fish" Cedric said to me someting along the lines of, "don't worry about it, we get to the big blue sea and we can still be physical." (the still be physical part he said for sure). <br />next thing we knew all these fish started coming through the canal which now ran under a bridge. This tiny airplane, about the size of a dog, came through and came up right to me - this plane had organic features, like eyes and a freaking tail, but these things were still metal. Then a white dolphin came up to me, who had sort of a cleft palate of sorts and started nudging me like a cat. He was gorgeous. i spit water then he spit water and we laughed. then a killer whale came through, i tried to spit water at her, but no go at the mimicking me. She made me uneasy though because she was so big!! <br /><br />it went on and on, but there was something with a baby on shore who was holding like a fairy fish and when the killer whale went to see her, she dropped the fairy fish because shewas scared and then casey had to go change the baby's diaper.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1166370576665602532006-12-17T10:29:00.000-05:002006-12-17T10:49:36.793-05:00white swans = beauty and pain and barbara streisand = beauty and tearsi woke up in this very dark, distint room; there were angles and curves to the walls and ceilings. it was day time, but andy and i had sheets up on the windows, i suppose for optimal sleeping time. but i woke up, andy was still sleeping. i looked around the room, there was one bed and another cot of blankets on the floor. For some reason, i just knew that andy was living with jake and jonny. So, i walked into the kitchen and jonny was cleaning out the fridge, throwing away slimy and moldy things into the trash and jake was screaming at him about something. i stayed out of it; i did, however, did walk out side on this balcony thing that led to stairs. (side note, this apartment was not classy, i say balcony because i don't know what else a patio outside a door on the second floor could be). <br />now outside, i look up in this tree and there sat the most beautiful swan i had ever seen: EVER. OUtside was so vivid, everything was the greenest green. I said, "you are the most wonderful thing i have ever seen," as just a rhetorical thing and she answered back to me, "you think so? jake doesn't." i felt surprised that she answered, but it seemed normal. She flew away, and i screamed, "can you go sit in that tree at 3:00, my friend would love to see you." She obliged. Did i mention she was glorious?! <br />i ran inside just really excited, jake and jonny were still fighting and i was trying to tell them about this swan. they didn't listen to me. <br />later, my art teacher from high school was driving me around with a bunch of people i can't currently place. we drove by that tree and some guy in a uniform pulled out this skinny gun and shot her. i started screaming for him to stop the car and crying crying crying. <br />we stopped at this like rest area place, it was all pink inside with a bed... i kept looking at that tree and feeling a huge sense of guilt because i asked her to be there, and now some idiot shot her. crying to beat hell.. so i did what any girl would do, i stuck my head out the door and started screaming for barbara streisand from the bottom of mylungs, just screaming her name. and here she came running with a baby in tow. She finally got to me and hugged me and listened to me sob and cry about how it was my fault. she held me close and let me cry, like any dream barbara streisand would.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1165439749105692722006-12-13T15:41:00.000-05:002006-12-15T17:57:14.250-05:00jc penney mall monster/outer space disaster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1266/315/1600/198576/revengeofthemooninites.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1266/315/320/245384/revengeofthemooninites.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So there was this dream I had, which I liked so much that I said to Matt (in real life, though not vocally, but through email), "Matt, make me a member and I will tell you my dream!" And then I waited like days and days to get around to it, and now I have forgotten very important plot points, BUT STILL, I will tell you my dream. So hearken your ears, lift up your eyes and turn your hearts towards mine. Because this dream was a pilot, directed by God, and we're hoping it gets picked up next fall.<br /></div><br />The show began in a shopping mall, which was fun, because I haven't been in a mall for a while now. It was a pretty sweet mall, too, in that it was an indoor mall, but there were no actual doors on the entrance-ways, just giant open spaces allowing wind and flowers and sunlight to mix with the people and the persons and the boys and girls. And also a huge atrium in the middle of the mall with birds flying in and out and trees and branches for birds and doves and boys and girls to rest on. Plus, there was absolutely no bird poop anywhere, which speaks to the awesomeness of this mall. Good job, janitors!<br /><br />I wasn't shopping though; I never do that much in malls. Only on the internet. At the time, I was trying to find this one particular exit, which opened up to a grassy knoll. I have no idea where everyone parked, but it wasn't around the mall. Instead, the mall existed in a completely residential zone. Outside this particular doorway was a soccer field, with a high jump area on the side closest to the mall. There were a bunch of people next the to high jump area, wearing shorts and t-shirts and cheerleading uniforms and generally having a good time. Ben <strike>that worked in the HC library</strike> Barnes (thanks Erica!) and Kate Scott were there, and they came over to say hello. This was a pleasant surprise, as I had not seen them in three or four years. At some point, Adam Bouse suddenly showed up, and started telling us jokes. I can't remember any of them, but they were mostly David Letterman quality -- there were chuckles, but not guffaws, you know?<br /><br />And then all hell began breaking loose from, you know, hell. And other hot places. Like my bathroom.<br /><br />I ran back into the mall, for whatever reason I can't remember. It was darker inside now, even though it was still daylight out, and the indoor entrance to the JC Penney or Marshall Fields or whatever (you know, one of the anchor stores) had turned into the mouth of a monster that looked like one of those Mooninites from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, only more gigantic. I was holding onto someone's hand real hard but I couldn't hang on and they got sucked into the monster's mouth. It was pretty bad all around. Then someone punched whole in the wall on my right and all the air rushed out through this hole. That was when I realized we were in outer space. And that the mall was a big spaceship. And it all made perfect sense.<br /><br />So this one guy on the other side of the hole yelled at me to jump through, and it seemed like a really good idea, so I did.<br /><br />After jumping, I was standing in a big yellow and white room with the guy/stranger. It was like an airlock on the outside of this ship, or one of those pressure chambers they put deep sea drivers in so that they won't get decompression sickness or the bends, except very bright, like the Wonkavision room in the original <span style="font-style: italic;">Willy Wonka</span> with Gene Wilder. So the stranger said we needed to wait in the room until we got rescued. At first, that sounded like the best idea ever. Then I felt we needed to get out of that room right away. He said, "No." I said, "Yes." (I don't recall much dialogue from the dream.) Somehow, I was able to pry open one of the walls like one would an elevator door....you know, I just stuck my fingers in and it opened up. The stranger stayed inside and I left.<br /><br />And now I'm on the moon, or at least a planet like the moon. The mall/spaceship was still there, but surrounding it was a gigantic carnival/bazaar/farmer's market, with games and booths and little markets of vegetables and breads and meats hanging on twine. But most of them were empty and unmanned, and kind of spooky. Adding to the spookiness were gangs of teenagers, who were wandering around at random, like myself, confused by the new surroundings.<br /><br />After walking for a couple of minutes, I saw a cop and a school principal and a couple of kids from that Degrassi show on The N, and they were talking about how all the adults were dead. The school principal and the cop were very young, so I guess they didn't count. And apparently, I was a teenager again, too. So we started talking about ways to run the town, while standing on a moving sidewalk like the ones in the airport, and we talked as we moved around the mall/spaceship on the sidewalk. Though no one mentioned it, we all knew that the JC Penney monster might come back and attack us at any moment. Also, someone kept mentioning something about badges. Like, "If we had badges, none of this would have happened." Or "If we had badges, things would go much smoother." I don't know, exactly. And that's all I remember.<br /><br />I really wish this were a TV show, because it was a pretty good pilot, all-in-all. I wish I remembered more from the beginning, before the birds and the trees and boys and the girls, but it was really vague until I got to the mall's atrium. Maybe I should have a prequel someday to clear things up. We'll see how it goes.jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12291085782348812770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1166039642687893582006-12-13T14:47:00.000-05:002006-12-13T14:54:02.733-05:00where are we - separatelyandy and i were in a store very similar to hobby Lobby or michaels looking at crafty things when all of a sudden, i don't really remember anything but being dragged away. then nothing for a bit. except that after a while i woke up in this house. a strange house that i had absolutely no knowledge of... i had a white t shirt on and my favorite sweats, the floors were all wooden and it was early evening, as i could tell because of the way the sun was shining in the windows. everything was very mysterious and i had no idea where i was, where andy was or anything. i walked around in bare feet being really afraid. i remembered that i had my cell phone, so i called andy and asked him where he was, he sounded very confused and he replied that he had no idea. <br />i remember feeling very confused and afraid.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1165940288968558612006-12-12T11:01:00.000-05:002006-12-12T11:18:09.036-05:00So Tasty!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/%7Ebump/VSA/Brent/zul_files/image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/%7Ebump/VSA/Brent/zul_files/image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >My wife wanted me to post this, so others could revel in the sheer madness that consumes her dreams:</span><br /><br />She was at a party, and there were finger-foods & other munchies there. There was shrimp cocktail, which looked good to her, so she went to grab one. But there, as the "shrimp" were several Teen Queens (Hillary Duff, the Olson Twins, etc.) posing as the shrimp. My wife looked at their tiny little features and began to wonder if she should feel bad for eating them, but decided it was okay because they were so delightfully crunchy!<br /><br />I'm gonna sleep with padding on from now on....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1165347847272719142006-12-05T14:30:00.000-05:002006-12-05T14:49:08.133-05:00Bahhhbara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poster.net/streisand-barbara/streisand-barbara-photo-barbra-streisand-6203954.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.poster.net/streisand-barbara/streisand-barbara-photo-barbra-streisand-6203954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">So I had this dream that me & a young <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbra_Streisand">Barbara Streisand</a> (why Barbara Streisand was in my dream, I have no effin' idea... I haven't seen a photo/show/movie with her in it lately and I haven't thought about her in any way/shape/form.... like, ever) were quite the item... but it turns out the only reason she was famous was because her dad was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Clapton">Eric Clapton</a>.<br /><br />Apparently I had connections.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1163543499760187212006-11-14T16:59:00.000-05:002006-11-14T17:31:39.830-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5269/1294/1600/RubberBand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5269/1294/320/RubberBand.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />ANOTHER LUCID DREAM FAILURE<br /><br />- Weather man said to watch out for yeast infections, due to the cool temp. and high winds. <br />- Family members and I caught a ride with a mentally challenged man while my mom questioned that he was allowed to drive.<br />- Family & I visited a church where my sister attempted to request a hymn but realized they had Mormon hymnals and all the familiar hymns had the word "mormon" inserted instead of other important words.<br />- Wife decided to teach Sunday School but only had enough handouts for half of the kids. In an attempt to get copies made, I transformed into some rubber bands, causing the pastor's wife to believe (apparently it was just the amount she had been looking for) and then presumably make us some copies. But apparently she didn't because:<br />- I turned into a bat and was flying around to try and make copies/locate a copier. But all my bat-brain could think was "Flies. Flies. Flies." As in houseflies. So I flew around thinking about catching flies and didn't get copies made. But all the kids had disappeared anyways.<br />- Wife became my lucid dream "trigger" when someone implied she was with another guy. I knew that we were married, so somehow that alerted me that I was dreaming. But all I did was lay on a piano keyboard and then try to fly (as a human this time) around a room and through some plate glass windows.burzenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02927629900643925491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1159884866160542672006-10-03T09:48:00.000-04:002006-10-03T10:14:26.253-04:00The Dreams of the Weekend<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6454/986/1600/snake.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6454/986/320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This wasn't in my dreams but some snakes were. Just wanted everyone to have to see this picture.<br /><br />Alright, so Friday Saturday and Sunday I had crazy dreams.<br /><br />Friday I dreamt that my family was going to fake Stacy's death. I mean really really big time. Stacy was even going to be lowered in a casket. We were plotting it for what I suppose was a good reason but you never know in my dreams. We had a story for how she died but I can't remember it but at the funeral we had an open casket. Stacy was laying in there and some old guy said some really nice and funny things about her and she started to giggle a little and I ran up to the front and closed the casket so people wouldn't hear. But I was laughing too. It wasn't a creepy death dream at all, it was more like a suspense plot bank heist movie dream. We were in this wooden white room and alot of the dream I was watching the dream from the ceiling. I think we pulled it off.<br /><br />Saturday I dreamt that I had to go on this road trip to California, then Istanbul, then like somewhere else dumb, but we drove the whole way. I just realized that I have alot of dreams where i'm at this overpass in the country and there's this big tree and like three roads and it's green and beautiful and on a hill where i can't tell what's coming around the corner. I'm just standing in the grass not driving. It's peaceful but it's nothing, you know. Anyway, the dream included lots of maps we used to figure out where to go. My dad and I drove to Cali. Then we got there and he stayed and I drove back alone. Then I went to the mall when I got back here and it was a huge dark stone mall with tons of escalators and tall tall storefronts. Also there was a kiosk in the middle where I had to wrestle someone. It was Jon Amos Caley. We wrestled for like 2 hours in singlets representing our high school and nobody won. It sucked and was weird. Then some people drove with me to some green place on the map in scandanavia or something and we sat in some grass and then we were driving to istanbul and I woke up.<br /><br />Sunday I dreamt that I lived with my cousins, as kids, in Uganda. Uganda was going to become Communist and dangerous in like 3 days and we lived on the African plains in a nice house that looked like Suburbia. There was a dried out garden and a field outside the house and there were several places that looked like strings of black hotdogs that I thought were water buffalo's poop. Well I walked up to one of them and I jumped and floated about 2feet off the ground for like 2 seconds because it was a cobra. All the poops were cobras. I could run and jump and float slowly just far enough to where I was out of reach of the cobras. It was like princess in super mario 2. Then, when i was out of that field, we went and found all this communist propaganda in some building. It was stuff from China and the Soviet Union from back when they did all those posters and stuff. They were going to spread it out in Uganda to become Communist. I woke up.wholegrainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05561226170572630286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1159399184568914332006-09-27T19:15:00.000-04:002006-09-27T19:19:44.583-04:00confessions are worth 1000 words<a href="http://x10.xanga.com/c6b88b230643520468389/b14649476.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://x10.xanga.com/c6b88b230643520468389/b14649476.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />lately, my dreams have been not remembered. however, 2 have stuck out. <br />i have had a handful of inappropriate dreams in my life.... one about a friend of my fiances... okay, but i'm not about to go into details here, i bet you all are saying THANK GOD. but i must confess, in the past 3 weeks or so, i've had 2 extremely inappropriate dreams about the one and only dr. shepherd aka patrick dempsey. <br />i apologized to andy already. but.. there you have it. <br /><br />can you believe it? <br /><br /><br />me neither.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1156338889075392512006-08-23T09:05:00.000-04:002006-08-23T09:14:49.093-04:00So many new dreams...aka Coming CleanSo I've had at least one dream every night, it seems, for the past two weeks. Many involving things I hadn't experienced before marriage. Also involving people that weren't sleeping next to me so I won't talk anymore of those. <br /><br />I've also been sitting up and going crazy in the middle of the night whilst mostly asleep. Last night I had a dream where I had to marry our secretary from work and it was soooo weird. Two nights ago I jumped out of bed because I thought I was late for my fantasy football draft. Amanda gets freaked out by how hard I sit up or get up out of bed at 3 or 4 in the morning totally dilusional. I've had dreams where someone was cutting their fingers off in the kitchen and got up to save them and realized I was dreaming about 10 seconds later and felt embarrassed. Amanda says sometimes I wake up and stand by the bed and just scratch my chest and look around. I'm weird. And it's only been two weeks so far.wholegrainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05561226170572630286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1154912289448882042006-08-06T20:57:00.000-04:002006-08-06T20:58:09.460-04:00no, not thatandy broke my eye lash curler. and i was pissed about it. after he broke it, he even through it down.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1154292255431410512006-07-30T16:34:00.000-04:002006-07-30T16:44:15.430-04:00PaperEvilNinjaDiamondsHopefully that title will be better than this dream. I was watching some scene from a bad CG movie like Spy Kids but not Spy Kids, more Matrixlike or Kung Fu Hustle. This evil ninja dude came back to life and could fly and was wearing old timey jail garb. He was soooo going to get revenge on who killed him. He was also a sheet of paper. He could fold himself into all these different things. Anyway, I switched dreams later and was in this high class party/bar/casino/mall. It was the night before Phillips got married, but I'm not sure who to. Everyone was in tuxes and nice dresses. Jordan was sitting at a jewelry case which was also a bar drinking. I walked up to the bartender/jeweler and asked him, in front of Jordan, and asked him if it would make people feel awkward if I bought a diamond bracelet and some other gift for the bride. Jordan looked mad and I didn't know what to do. I hated my idea then and there. Bad dream.wholegrainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05561226170572630286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1152806714809741712006-07-13T11:57:00.000-04:002006-07-13T12:05:14.833-04:00Judge Jackass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2456/1022/1600/judge-jackass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2456/1022/200/judge-jackass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I dreampt last night that I was a lawyer for this lady that had to go to court for something scandalous (I don't remember what for). But even though I was her legal council, she decided to represent herself in the courtroom... so there I sat. But the judge was just a huge prick and had a cutting remark for everything that she said, and he had this sneer on his face the whole time. I felt bad for this lady that she was still paying me for my time & getting ripped on trying to do it by herself. Live & learn, lady.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1152301551779701322006-07-07T15:31:00.000-04:002006-07-07T15:45:51.793-04:00I wish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2456/1022/1600/black-lips.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2456/1022/200/black-lips.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I wish I could remember more of my dreams, man. I know I dream all the time because I wake up thinking, "I've <span style="font-weight: bold;">got</span> to remember that." But alas, broken shards of the previous night's delusion are all that remain.<br /><br />Take last night, for example. I'm positive I dreamed up a whole night's worth of tantalizing visuals... <span style="font-style: italic;">Fantasia</span>-esque in scale of sights & sounds... and all I remember is kissing some black chick with huge lips.<br /><br />These are the things I remember.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1151963516514340352006-07-03T17:51:00.000-04:002006-07-03T17:52:26.886-04:00my dreams.. come true<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dSGh7-XpRiM"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dSGh7-XpRiM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1151938951820229532006-07-03T11:01:00.000-04:002006-07-03T11:02:31.833-04:00cluster of mini dreamsright before sleeping.. that phase of middling around...<br /><br /> i had a dream that amanda carr was walking around without a shirt on.. no shirt, but definately a jean skirt. she was so tan it made me ill. <br /><br />i had some other ones, too. but that's the one i remember.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1151413380063785052006-06-27T08:29:00.000-04:002006-06-27T09:03:00.090-04:00pokerbabyfamilystuffAmanda and I were at something like a family reunion on the Plett side and we had like 3 kids that weren't ours we had to take care of. There were soooo many people there that I didn't know or did know that amanda and I and these kids had to stay in the unfinished concrete basement. One of the kids was this boy who was always trying to fight with me. So annoying of a 6 year old. Hitting me in the balls and laughing kind of kid. Anyway the other two were Lisa and Maggie Simpson. Lisa didn't talk much though. She was easy to take care of. Maggie would constantly crawl everywhere, and quickly too. She got on this elevator and crawled all over the neighborhood and we lost her. We were like whatever, someone will find her.<br /><br />So then I had to go to this poker tournament with Jake, Paco, and Sabrina Cohee/my cousin Tara drove us there. We played for a long time and I got third place and won 20 bucks. Jake won the tournament and got 25,000 bucks and wasn't even excited. We were driving home and Jake was all bored and I kept looking at my 20 bucks like it was awesome. We drove into this small town where the reunion had moved to and they dropped me off. All the towns trees were dead and the sun was very bright but not hot. I got back to the houses the reunion was and everybody was outside having closing ceremonies in the backyard. <br /><br />There were all kinds of people saying goodbye and giving speeches. My real family was there and so was this other homeless man who was also my dad. We were jokin around and then he had to give a speech and asked someone if they had some money. I got sooooo mad that I tackled my "dad" to the ground and yelled at him for asking for money from people he had just been hugging. ? My real dad pulled me off ole' fake dad and yelled at me for being so mean. I realized that I was an ass. The next thing I knew Amanda and I looked at each other and realized noone had Maggie. We found her nearly dead in someone's cellar next door. She was almost dead. We had some uncle/doctor who tried to help her. Our family held hands and prayed and I woke up with a major stomachache.wholegrainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05561226170572630286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923729.post-1150548604416087742006-06-17T08:43:00.000-04:002006-06-17T08:50:04.430-04:00Indy Gymnastic competitionheather, sarah and i were at this gymnastics competition that the two of them were competing in. It was a big deal like almost the Olympics. Every one was stressed out because of one reason or another. I was because their routines didn't start until 10pm and i had to make it from Indy back to wisconsin before the next day because i couldn't miss high school. Otherwise i'd be truant. Sarah, who was slowly turning into marissa chittick, was stressed out because Heather stole her white body suit (you know the kind gymnastic girls wear).. on purpose. Sarah found me in the hall way and was crying crying crying crying that heather took it on purpose and she tried heather's body suit on and it as WAY too small. So, i thought it was my place, nay, my duty to find heather and right this wrong. i found her alright, talking on the phone.. she started running from me until i snatched her by the pony tail and forced her in the dressing room where sarah was trying to get this versace belt on over the skirt. magically, the body suit was now on sarah and heather was out of the picture. sarah started having drama with the skirt she wanted to wear.. and i started birthing a plan about going to a different high school.erica*annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139882653445881124noreply@blogger.com0