The DREAM Team

Me And Tom Hanks

2007-09-08T14:18:00.000-04:00

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 The Wire lately.

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.

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.

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 The Da Vinci Code, but I woke up before I found out.

It's a boy?

2007-06-11T13:19:00.000-04:00

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.

It was really bizarre.

dream of robins and chan

2007-02-27T15:17:00.000-05:00

i 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.

i kill them all. the grass was so green. :(

Brady Quinn = Greedy Bastard?

2007-02-09T15:04:00.000-05:00

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?

Disney sucks

2007-01-22T15:44:00.000-05:00

I got invited to a halloween party at Chris Ware's house, or else he was just going to be there.
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.
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.
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.

disasters

2007-01-03T23:51:00.000-05:00

we 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.

not again

2006-12-22T08:20:00.000-05:00

i 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.

killer whale time

2006-12-19T08:04:00.000-05:00

I 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.
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!"
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).
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!!

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.

Jerkface

2006-12-17T14:04:00.000-05:00

I had a dream that I decided to quit my job but I didn't have a new job lined up. The only thing I could think of to do was substitute teaching. Since I had already been a substitute in the past I thought I would just be able to call and start getting jobs like I used to. When I called the sub service there was a recording that told me I was not welcome to be a teacher any more because several students had complained that I emotionally abused them.
Am I that mean?

white swans = beauty and pain and barbara streisand = beauty and tears

2006-12-17T10:29:00.000-05:00

i 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).
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?!
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.
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.
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.

jc penney mall monster/outer space disaster

2006-12-13T15:41:00.000-05:00

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.

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!

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 ~~that worked in the HC library~~ 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?

And then all hell began breaking loose from, you know, hell. And other hot places. Like my bathroom.

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.

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.

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 Willy Wonka 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.

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.

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.

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.

where are we - separately

2006-12-13T14:47:00.000-05:00

andy 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.
i remember feeling very confused and afraid.

So Tasty!

2006-12-12T11:01:00.000-05:00

My wife wanted me to post this, so others could revel in the sheer madness that consumes her dreams:

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!

I'm gonna sleep with padding on from now on....

Bahhhbara

2006-12-05T14:30:00.000-05:00

So I had this dream that me & a young Barbara Streisand (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 Eric Clapton.

Apparently I had connections.

2006-11-14T16:59:00.000-05:00

ANOTHER LUCID DREAM FAILURE

- Weather man said to watch out for yeast infections, due to the cool temp. and high winds.
- Family members and I caught a ride with a mentally challenged man while my mom questioned that he was allowed to drive.
- 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.
- 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:
- 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.
- 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.

The Dreams of the Weekend

2006-10-03T09:48:00.000-04:00

This wasn't in my dreams but some snakes were. Just wanted everyone to have to see this picture.

Alright, so Friday Saturday and Sunday I had crazy dreams.

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.

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.

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.

confessions are worth 1000 words

2006-09-27T19:15:00.000-04:00

lately, my dreams have been not remembered. however, 2 have stuck out.
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.
i apologized to andy already. but.. there you have it.

can you believe it?

me neither.

So many new dreams...aka Coming Clean

2006-08-23T09:05:00.000-04:00

So 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.

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.

no, not that

2006-08-06T20:57:00.000-04:00

andy broke my eye lash curler. and i was pissed about it. after he broke it, he even through it down.

PaperEvilNinjaDiamonds

2006-07-30T16:34:00.000-04:00

Hopefully 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.

Sorry Uncle Jesse

2006-07-29T10:35:00.000-04:00

Alicia told me about a very difficult and confusing dream she had last night. She was hanging out with John Stamos and enjoying it a lot. At some point during their time together she felt that she had to tell him her true feelings, though. She told John that although she liked him very much, she liked Kirk Cameron more. I'm sure Uncle Jesse was devastated.

Mommy, wow! I'm a big kid now

2006-07-29T10:09:00.000-04:00

I do not remember many details of my dream last night. I do remember that I was at a place much like the men's locker room at the Huntington YMCA. The shower area was filling with water like it was a huge bathtub. The only important part of this dream, though, is that in my dream I urinated.
Has anyone else ever had the experience of urinating in your dream and feeling extremely relieved only to wake up and find that you have just gone all over yourself and the bed? Well, I have. The last time I remember this happening was in the winter of 2002 as I slept on the couch in Abbie, Abby, Alicia, and Rachel's apartment in Forester Village.
I am proud to say that I have apparently outgrown this defect of the bladder. I awoke this morning to a dry bed.

stock time

2006-07-17T15:51:00.000-04:00

i've been dreaming a lot about stocking grocery.

Judge Jackass

2006-07-13T11:57:00.000-04:00

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.

flying

2006-07-13T10:01:00.000-04:00

hi, i'm new to this blog. i would like to tell you about a dream i had yesterday afternoon.

i had a dream that i rented an airplane and heather and matt plett were gonna go up with me for a ride. we rented the plane but for some reason matt and heather were really rushing me that we had to hurry up. i was really nervous because i haven't piloted an aircraft since my crash 4 years ago. matt and heather were extremely nervous as well and it was very stressful. i started the plane and taxied quite nicely. the take off though was a little rough and matt and heather did a lot of screaming. we didn't make it off the ground so we circled around and went for it again. this time we made it. we went to somewhere and landed, had a snake, then came back because they were in a hurry. thats all i remember.

I wish

2006-07-07T15:31:00.000-04:00

I wish I could remember more of my dreams, man. I know I dream all the time because I wake up thinking, "I've got to remember that." But alas, broken shards of the previous night's delusion are all that remain.

Take last night, for example. I'm positive I dreamed up a whole night's worth of tantalizing visuals... Fantasia-esque in scale of sights & sounds... and all I remember is kissing some black chick with huge lips.

These are the things I remember.

my dreams.. come true

2006-07-03T17:51:00.000-04:00

cluster of mini dreams

2006-07-03T11:01:00.000-04:00

right before sleeping.. that phase of middling around...

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.

i had some other ones, too. but that's the one i remember.

pokerbabyfamilystuff

2006-06-27T08:29:00.000-04:00

Amanda 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.

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.

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.

My dog, Satan

2006-06-23T08:48:00.000-04:00

Alicia and I were at the San Antonio riverwalk but we couldn't figure out how to get to the lower level next to the river. We found a secret stairway/slide inside of a restaurant that took us where we wanted to be. Once we got there we started fighting over where we wanted to go. I walked away from her and went back up the strange stairway/slide while she stayed with her brother, who had joined us.
I was suddenly walking through a sliding glass door. As I passed through the door I realized I was inside my house but there was a dog sitting just inside on the carpet. I immediately knew the dog was Satan. I tried to scare Satan by yelling, "Get behind me Satan. Get out of my house Satan!" Satan replied in a classic deep Satan voice, "Get out of your own house, Mark." Now I felt screwed. Satan wasn't scared of me and he knew my name.
I woke up here probably because Satan was ready to pull me into the depths of hell. And I bet if that happens in a dream, it's happening in real life.

Indy Gymnastic competition

2006-06-17T08:43:00.000-04:00

heather, 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.

How the West was ONE

2006-06-06T07:17:00.000-04:00

My friend Jayme Valentine from high school was a drug dealer. He shows up in my dreams fairly often. He was in a bad way, as he owed his clients something like $12,000 (for what???). So I was trying to give him some advice about how to get out of the predicament. I suggested that he offer an extra 'shipment' of drugs as a payment, since he alread had that commodity on hand, and its value was marked up to make him a profit. Later he turned into Jordan (my wife) and then I found four antique $5,000 dollar bills in a ziploc bag from the Hoppers couch cushions.
Also: There was a huge war/terrorist invasion/drug lord shootout and I was a member of this gang of characters from Rugrats or South Park or some other child cartoon character gang and we were defeating everyone because we were short and they were aiming too high.

UNDERSTAND THIS IS A DREAM

2006-06-05T14:51:00.000-04:00

cats and pools then boobs and pools

2006-06-01T08:42:00.000-04:00

i was walking down this back street in Farmland with my cat, Lydia, at around dusk. Lydia ran into this woman's yard. I was so upset about it. She had a pool in her yard that she must have just opened because the water was green with leaves and such floating around in it, but at the same time, the water was very clear. Lydia jumped in and the woman came out of her house. She was older, like 50 some, she had a raggedy pony tail a tank top on with no bra and shorts. She just stared at me. I looked down to the pool and Lydia was NOT SWIMMING; she just sank... and her eyes were wide open. I started screaming: "SWIM! LYDIA, MOVE YOUR LITTLE PAWS!!" she didn't. she sank right down to the bottom. I jumped in and saved her, brought her to the side of the pool and gave her infant CPR. She gave a little mew-cough and spit some water and i felt like the world had been lifted off my shoulders.
i had to tell andy.
so i started walking to where he was. i just knew the location kind of internally. i arrived and it was at bob and christy's home and they also have a pool. andy and maria (jordan's maria) were just chatting it up when i got there. maria was trying to convince andy to skinny dip with her. when they noticed me, andy tried to convince me that it was okay for us to be naked with maria. I went off like a damn bottle rocket... screaming that all he wanted to do was see her naked and that wasn't right. i called him names like a son of a bitch and mother fucker... and while i was screaming this, maria went and took off her clothes and came out on to the deck naked.

(so yes, i saw maria naked in my dream- and boy, was i pissed about it)

winsome and then some

2006-05-15T21:12:00.000-04:00

Our basketball team was coached by my boss at work, and he and his wife took us all to this cool comics shop. They bought me this hugely oversized deck of playing cards with various knights and armed soldiers on the backs- die cut with swords sticking out the top,etc. I said that it was really nice but one of those things I'd probably never use, could I choose a comic instead?
They said I could. So I finally decided on a strange, foreign but awesome-looking title and ran it up to the register.
When the guy handed me back my book, I realized that I'd accidentally grabbed a leather bound, gilded edged copy of part of the Old Testament - bummer!

Also: there was a race through this intricate maze of dense framing (2-by-4s EVERYWHERE!!!) through floor after floor of a giant building under construction. when we reached the basement area, there was a hockey/soccer type game involving throwing bricks into a fireplace (complete with crackling fire). I was losing most of the earlier race but totally dominating the fire-brick game. There was also some coleslaw being thrown into the fire, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't worth as much as a brick goal.

He Hate Me

2006-05-03T14:04:00.000-04:00

Satellite feed to my brain, "Wreck shop, brain!"

So, last night I loved to be a hated hero. I had just moved to this small town where the only one I knew was this diving instructor at the school. I went to visit him at the pool and he started giving me the lowdown on the town. What was cool, where to be, go, hang. You know the routine. He tells me that the soccer team needs a new player because their star got hurt and he heard that I was pretty good. I told him that I hadn't played soccer for like 8 or 9 years and he said "Good Enough." So I went to the game which was at this huge stadium and the teams were awesome and thousands of people were there. I asked the coach if they needed anyone and he put a shirt on me and I played in my jeans for the town team which was like a pro team. Well, after I scored two goals and won the game for us, one of my teammates asked my name and if I wanted to be friends. I said yes. Everyone else was so mad that I was the new hero.

So, at the town meeting in the school/church/city hall building like in Hoosiers, half the people were saying, "We have to get that Matt outta here." The other half were like, "Naw, he's alright. Just let him stay, but don't talk to him." I could tell barely anyone liked me so I said, "What do I have to do, here?" They were like, "Play in the county football championship against the Barnthugs."(I think that was the other teams name, maybe not.) It was like a pickup game in someone's back yard with real tackling like when we were kids. Except all the other team was horrible mean criminal road warrior badass type tough guy biker dudes and the game was mostly about hurting our town's team. I said, "I'll do it." (I always want everyone to like me.)

We get to the game and the other team talked so much trash and cheated and took cheap shots all the time. Half our team was injured in the first half and I suck at football. Anyway, at one point I get thrown to and catch a pass and this guy with a spiked dog collar head butts me in the nose. My nose starts gushing blood like a faucet and I start laughing. This, in turn, freaks out the mean guy who also starts laughing because he's confused. Pretty soon I'm best of buds with their whole team and making jokes and everyone is having a good time.

Friendship wins. But I think the town still hated me.

Where've You Been?

2006-05-01T11:33:00.000-04:00

Damn, son! Where've the dreams been. Nobody cares? I've got an excuse. I hadn't had any of note for awhile. Until this weekend. Whoa!

1. Amanda as a really responsible social weed smoker.
2. Flying in a hanglider videotaping other stunt guys doing like rocketman stunts with flying squirrels and monkeys bigger than me jumping from tree to tree.
3. On the Mayflower.
4. Standing on a 2 foot wide boat dock swatting jumping pirhanas out of mid-air as they increasingly grow in size and jumping ability.
5. Lots of hiking in purple places.

I'm so mad because I had like 6 dreams each Friday and Saturday night and didn't write them down to remember. They were better than those but, you know how it is.

once

2006-04-12T16:31:00.000-04:00

i had a dream i was engaged.

o wait.

not zipper!

2006-04-07T15:34:00.000-04:00

with my job, i become very attached to people.. and their pets:

i was in a vet's office with one of my clients who convinced me to take her there to put her cat, zipper, down. why?? i couldn't believe this. zipper is a great cat. well, she just didn't want to have to take care of a cat and her baby. so, i was so sad. i tried to tell her that i would take zipper and give him a caring, lovely home. She said this is what has to be done. the vet came in and instead of giving him the death shot, he just covered zipper's nose and mouth with a cloth that had chemicals on it. zipper didn't die right away. he was suffering. i was yelling for him to come to me so i could comfort his last minutes.. and he was mewing and staggering towards me.

i woke up crying.

Reality Dream

2006-04-06T21:51:00.000-04:00

A few nights ago I had this dream I was back at school at Huntington and I was in this really sweet class. It was like The Amazing Race, except instead of flying to different countries it was like ride a unicycle through the MCA and other weird obstacle course stuff. Coach Turner was the professor and there were only 2 other girls in the class. Class met at midnight at the PERC and Coach gave us our instructions and the first one done got an A. I was smoking the other girls and somehow they kept getting closer and passed me, I knew they were cheating. When we got to the end I was really mad that they were such huge cheaters and I kept yelling at Coach Turner to show me the instant replay. I woke myself up I was so mad, but it was really cool at the same time and I wish it would've kept going.

One To Remember

2006-03-30T20:31:00.000-05:00

Ok, I have not posted often, but last night I had a dream to post...

First what should be noted about this dream is that while I was dreaming I kept thinking (IN THE DREAM) that I had to post this for Matt...weird enough.

So I was at Huntington, in Becker hall to visit Norrie, and they were having a Christmas party. But where Norrie's office should have been, there was this huge open office and Cathy, his secretary was there, but Norrie was not. There was a big Christmas tree and Norrie had made a cut-out of himself that was bigger than life size, but only out of paper board, so it was like a white silhoutte, and it was decorating the Christmas tree. And there were all these old ladies that were nicely offering me great desserts, but getting mad at me for making a mess if I ate them...

Then a limo roles up and I get in, I have no idea where I walked to get to the limo, but it was just right there. We instantly were driving through some ghetto where there were all these guys playing basketball on a street corner. My cousin got out of the car and started to play ball, while I just watched. Then I got in another limo and I was in there with a Character from Arrested Development. I think he was Uncle Jake, Martin Short with no use of his legs. Only he was able bodied when we started to drive. We stopped at this place that was like a pontoon ride at an amusement park, but it was like a little river in the ghetto we were still in, going over and between all the trashy buildings. An alligator attacked us, and I got away, but the Martin Short guy had his legs in the alligator mouth hanging from a building trying to get away when I woke up.

Wedding Crashers

2006-03-27T11:36:00.000-05:00

Last weekend I was at a marriage conference with Amanda so this was on my mind.

I dreamed that a few of our friends were hanging out at a bar like Club Soda or something and decided that Amanda and I should just get married that afternoon. We totally agreed and Amanda put on this totally beautiful dress and we started to get ready for the wedding. We called our families and friends and were setting up this cool wedding in the middle of the main street in the town we were in. Jordan and Stephen were just playing with tablecloths and drinking wine all day but it was awesome. Some drunk lady in the bar congratulated us by giving us her wine bottle with 1/4 of the wine left and it was actually a really nice gesture in my mind. I gave that to Phillips too. People weren't showing up and strangers and pedestrians were sitting down for the wedding when we decided to have a parade to the wedding. It was sweet, there was a marching band, floats, Amanda, friends, not friends, tons of awesome. My ex-girlfriend showed up and I was actually nice to her and she was happy for me. Everything was so "whatever happens" and sick awesomely comfortable and beautiful. At one point the preacher and choir started the ceremony and me and Amanda yelled "Not yet." Our parents weren't there. Actually was the first happy dream I've had in a long time. Sooo happy.

Covert Ops

2006-03-21T16:34:00.000-05:00

I stayed up way too late playing Splinter Cell with my brother-in-law one night last weekend, and my dreams reflected that. It was pretty sweet, actually, and this has happened to me before... I'll get entrenched in a game or movie and when I go to sleep, it's basically a continuation of what I've been watching the hours before. It was me, all my brothers-in-law, and a bunch of kids from my childhood, and we were at my mom & dad's house in Ohio. They have a pretty big yard & tons of trees & terrain, and we were all out there in the pitch-black night running around & shooting each other -- only we didn't get hurt. Everybody was acting like it did, though. Phonies.

Prankster or Prankee?

2006-03-14T17:32:00.000-05:00

The DREAM Team
I was at this really busy Burger King and had a great idea. I figured out that I could just pretend to be going through the line to order and then just follow someone else as if I were with them- without ever ordering or receiving food!! What a sweet hilarious prank, right?
I pulled that one off with no problem, and as I'm walking out I see all these pro football players from 2 or 3 different teams eating in their jerseys, like when you see a high school team after a game.
When I got out to my car, I found these little "ammunition/explosive condiments" packets that were about the size of a ketchup packet. Inside were various sizes of ball bearings/pellets and gunpowder or fuses. I was too scared to open them and couldn't figure out who would have put them there.

:::warning::: breastfeeding ahead

2006-03-14T11:09:00.000-05:00

i had a baby and the baby was a tiny, beautiful little boy. and i had to excuse myself from the living room of some unknown house to go and feed him. i went into this bedroom with a water bed and i didn't know how to breast feed babies because this baby was very new and somewhat unexpected. and there were difficulties until andy's sister came into the bedroom dressed as a huge dog. she started making my baby laugh instead of cry. and then she told me how to feed my baby.

the bedroom was a combination of tans, browns, creams and reds. it was comfortable..

Matt says, Aaaaaauuughh

2006-03-10T09:38:00.000-05:00

Phillips and I were staying in this hotel that was like a sweet domed awesome expensive hotel. We were running from someone and I didn't know who or why but we were layin' low for awhile at the four seasons, I guess. We were walking through the inside courtyard when the ceiling came to life and turned into a tornado/thunderstorm and that was a sign that "the evil" was near. (This meant that what we were running/hiding from was coming). It was so scary. We started running out of the hotel in pure horror. Except that when we saw the entrance to the hotel the man was coming in. We both screamed and I grabbed a sword off the wall and swung it at the man who looked totally like Eugene Levy without glasses. I missed the first time and swung down onto his head the second time and sliced all the way through his body. He was made of styrofoam. We then realized he was like the Terminator in T2 where he heals himself in time. So I sliced him into like 12 pieces to buy us some time and ran out the door.

erica says, where's my fiance's head?

2006-03-07T00:21:00.000-05:00

so, i was in this beautiful country with rolling hills and a mansion on top. on the side of this magnificent mansion, there are loading docks (from the future) for jets. NOT, i repeat, NOT a landing strip.. loading docks. i realized i was engaged to be married and i started feeling very very happy. i started walking around with friends.. then i started sorta' flying and pushing off from the loading docks singing "i feel pretty". everyone thought i was so funny. then, i was automatically transferred to this room... lights were dim and there was my finace.. not andy and another girl. i saw my finace who is nameless try to kill my friend whom i don't know in real life... then.. she pinched off his head. she grabbed him around the neck with her hand and pinched once... deadly.
and there was blood everyone
and i was sad, but relieved that i didn't marry a man who almost killed someone.

I need an ambulance, STAT

2006-03-05T12:11:00.000-05:00

So last night I was back in my old hometown, and I was on a little league baseball team. The thing was, I was my current age, but all the other kids were small. Every team was allowed to have one "old" kid, and I was it for my team. So as we were waiting before our game to take batting practice, one of the other "old kids" (who was actually a good friend of mine from high school) crushed a ball over the right field fence and drilled a little kid in the face. They decided he had to go to the hospital, and for some reason, I was the only one in town who knew how to drive an ambulance. So, we loaded the kid up in the back, but then when we (my old h.s. coach and I) got in to take off, it was like we were looking out the back of the ambulance. We had to open the back doors (which were really on the front, as it was) to drive away. Turns out EVERYTHING on the ambulance was backwards. And we couldn't figure out how to turn the damn sirens on.... all we had were the flashing lights. So consequently, people weren't pulling over to let us drive by. I had to just put the pedal to the floor & ram through people. I was actually able to dodge most of them by swerving in & out of traffic, but I Grand Theft Auto'ed a few cars. When we got there, I just drove the ambulance right into the waiting room. They unloaded the kid, and he turned out to be fine.... when they brought him back out, he just had a scratch above his eye. And I finally figured out how to use the sirens as I was waiting.... and I woke up some old bag who was sleeping in the waiting room. When we got back to the field, it was gone and my high school sat in its place. And when we got out of the ambulance, my coach and the kid were gone and 3 of my co-workers got out. The ambulance was all tricked out and we had to go back to work. Got to pay for it somehow, I guess.

two mouth dreams

2006-03-03T07:56:00.000-05:00

last night:

i was in this sorta' store with wood paneling walls -- me and dr. brautigam. we weren't together, it was just a coincidence that we were both there at the same time. we started talking about dusty, except the whole time my soul is filled with dread because my front right tooth is loose.. and just that one. and not just loose, grossly ready to fall out. it would move in place. finally, dr. brautigam asked me what was wrong.. and i grabbed on to it and pulled it down, in tact, completely out of my head.. it was like 4 inches long and at the tip top of the root, it was all decayed and weird. then, i tried putting it back into my head and that didn't go so well. the whole time i'm thinking, i wish i could find a dentist... then i started crying.

the other night:

i was at my dad's house, in the upstairs bathroom waiting on something. i didn't really know what. then suddenly i was in my old room at my dad's house sleeping. these two guys woke me up to go with them somewhere. i didn't know them, but i wasn't scared or nervous. another thing is, i could tell that they were gay together -- which was totally fine with me. and one of them, the one with blonde hair, asked me if i wanted to see his pet. so, i said yes. he opened his mouth and this huge centipede came crawling out his mouth.. it had long antanee and in all it was about 8 inches long. i asked him, isn't it too long to live in your mouth. he said no, its body just falls down his throat or it just curls up.

Aye Yay yi

2006-02-21T08:30:00.000-05:00

So My sister and I were in a car following my mom in a car and we were going somewhere. My mom turned off on the wrong street and we had to turn around. Stacy and I were like, gosh, mom always goes the wrong way. So we turn around, and to get back onto the main street, there is a median like at the entrance to HC with the left side for people coming in and the right side for people leaving that street. My mom goes to the left and we're like, dang it mom, wrong again. We go to the right so we're next to her car on the other side of the median and we're yelling at her to turn right when we see this huge pickup truck coming straight at her car from the side and doesn't slow down and totally crushes my mom's car between the median and the truck. The pickup driver doesn't even care he just sits there expressionless not backing up while stacy and I are screaming all the cuss words ever at him that he just killed our mother. I get so pissed that I get out and walk over and punch through his window and grab him by the neck and pull his whole body out of the window and slam him down on the ground and punch his head into the street until the ambulance arrives. However, when I start to punch him I realize that I'm dreaming and have a huge guilt trip about killing this guy and also a feeling that I couldn't have punched through that window without it hurting like hell so I rewind my dream to the part where I get out of the car and I can't decide what to do except get more and more mad and conflicted, until I woke up.

you're the only one who knows (slash) water whale stories

2006-02-14T14:52:00.000-05:00

so, andy and i were at my grandparents house.. and all my family was there including my really old great grandpa. he was sitting on the green leather couch in a dark flannel shirt. except he looked totally weird to me. turns out, he was dead. actually, a ghost who was not his ghost... this ghost was tall and really dark, bald with long thin fingers. the catch is and the totally scary ass scary part is when he told me i was the only one who knew the ghastly secret. and i could feel devious plans being planned in his scrawny little bald head... and NO ONE would listen to me at all... NOT at all. then he whispered to me, "you're the only who knows"....

i woke up sweaty and scared.

then.. ((slash)) when i went back to sleep:

i was at dale hollow lake in tennessee with my grandparents, andy, my brother roger, and my dad ((who is dead in real life)) and we were trying to save a killer whale... and we were furiously running away from authorities on wave runners and we got to this certain point off of a dock thing... where the whale was waiting on us. an older version of joan rivers rolled the whale up and over the dock ((by herself)) and behind our wave runners ((i was on one with my dad)). we tied this blue and white rope around him and took off..with the whale trailing us. and i felt tense and stressed..

and then i woke up.

Dead Faces in the water

2006-02-13T09:47:00.000-05:00

I was going with Phillips and Amanda to watch a beauty pageant of girls that went to college with us. We get there and everyone is sitting watching. We watch for awhile and realize we can't remember like anyone in the competition. So Amanda goes to get a program, right? When we look at it there are full page portraits of each of the girls on the left page and something about them written on the right page. The pictures are weird but beautiful dark "candid" portraits that I took of each of them in college on accident. Like I wasn't looking when I took the picture but I took all of them. Also everyone in the pageant was dead of some accident. And I had taken pictures of all of them. I freaked out and ran out to the parking lot to my car. I jumped in the trunk and slid down a hole that went to a weird different world that looked like Fraggle Rock.

Momma Didn't Raise No Fool

2006-02-05T09:24:00.000-05:00

There was so much more before this section... I wish I could remember all of it. I actually woke up & was like, "Man, I've got to remember all this." But I guess some is better than jack-squat.

So I was running along these rooftops which were made of those red tiles you see out West or in Greece.... and I was making huge leaps and not getting hurt as I was going from rooftop to rooftop. Then as I got to the end of a line of rooftops, all I could see was the ocean and a little harbor with docks & stuff. So I landed on one dock in particular (without smashing it like all the rooftops before it), and there was a competition going on to see who could dive the deepest without being aided by oxygen tanks or any other equipment whatsoever. I was going up against these two absolutely smokin' chicks. We were all in the water, and one of them offered me a huge Subway sub meal deal right before it was my turn... but I knew she was up to something and I thought to myself, "I'm not falling for that one." I guess Subway has an adverse effect on depth-diving. Then I dove down feet-first and I was going so fast through the water that when I got to the bottom, I got stuck for a while. When I got loose & got back up to the surface, I watched the other 2 girls go, and I knew I'd won -- I hit the bottom of the ocean, after all. The one chick who offered me the sub confessed to trying to rig the competition by getting everybody full of food. But I forgave her and she fed me the sub anyway.

My First Dream Post

2006-02-05T09:04:00.001-05:00

Actually in afghanistan I was having loads of sweet crazy dreams but i didn't have access or time to post. So this one is my starter. Its actually just a tiny dream I had as I was falling asleep last night and then got up to go the bathroom and lost it.

I was talking to my friend Jeemin who is going to the US with me and we were planning one of our speaking stops but instead this time we were planning some performance art. We were listening to Keith Fullerton Whitman (some ambient music) and I said, "yeah we could really have a lot of different colored lights here and maybe some water with this music." and then suddently we were in that little art gallery at Huntington College and acting it out. and she said that people could crawl into the middle of the room and it would be really dark except the water lights in the corner and then while the people listened to the music, her and me would, "walk around the room and make choices" as in we would both just be milling around and make a lot of decisions and this would the be the beautiful beautiful art peice that people would watch.

That's it. Sorry it was so short. I just think choices are really funny, and I want to actually do this now.

Boooooo!

2006-02-04T23:34:00.000-05:00

I haven't had any sweet dreams lately.... I can't even remember having one for like 3 weeks. I'll try harder tonight, though, I swear.

Mouse-sitting

2006-01-31T12:24:00.000-05:00

I was housesitting at our secretary Kelly's house who has three kids but everyone was on vacation. I get to the house with Mark Richard, who is helping me. We open the door and it's the crappiest place ever. There are mice everywhere jumping and kind of flying. There is a guy in a pile of full trash bags and he wakes up and says "What are you guys doing here?"
We're like, "Here to clean this hole up."
He says, "Kelly wouldn't want that."
We ask why and he goes on to say that these crazy mice are endangered and this is their natural habitat, a trashy house unfit for humans. We wait until she gets home after the weekend and when she gets there she seems embarrassed. Of the mess. She's like, let me clean up a bit. She moves like three paper plates and is like, "There, that's better." All the mice come and sit on her and it's totally sick.

3 scenes from 3 dremes

2006-01-30T21:32:00.000-05:00

Fri: Jordan and I are watching Eminem perform at a county fair talent show-type setting. He's wearing this fuzzy tophat and doing this magic trick where his whole body is buried in the cement floor up to his neck, so that he looks like this little head creature and all the while rapping away. and then at the end of his song, he sinks completely into the floor, and all that's left is this circle of t-shirt material where his head had been. While everyone was distracted, i reached out and grabbed the circle with my foot (i must have been barefoot) and then felt guilty that i should give the shirt circle to Kristine, the sports intern standing next to me.

Sat: I'm just filling in for someone else at a tropical themed zoo/restaurant/snack bar/pet store which becomes a back hallway in my high school. a guy in a suit comes in the door carrying a woman in a red dress like he's carrying a bride over the threshold- but she's not really a girl at all- it's his machine gun in disguise. He shoots some people and I run outside and spray bullets all over what is now my high school parking lot but he only gets wounded and gets away.

Sun: There are some insurgents or terrorists or just bad guys attacking a cabin. so i run and dig myself underneath this car that's half-buried in gravel. There's one other guy hiding there, but he doesn't mind. then we are somehow inside the car which is a station wagon and is half full of gravel also. we just lay on the gravel and pretend to be dead and the guy next to me looks at me and it's Dwight from The Office. They don't catch us, even though they scraped off the sunroof to get a good look. and i think they were actually in the car, but we fooled them.

roof top bath tubs

2006-01-27T12:50:00.000-05:00

The other night i had an amazing farmland dream.. if some of you may not know, my hometown is called farmland... in Indiana.

so,

i was walking south down north main street, right before the railroad tracks. to my right is the antique store and the penny candy store... and right in front of me is this old lady.. she's a mix between faye dunnaway and any stereotypical gardener granny.. straw hat and all. She had this huge horse with her -- it was a chestnutty color with an incredible long mane. there was no verbal interchange, but i knew she wanted me to ride this horse... he was a tennessee walker. (( these two things are significant, because when iwas young i would always fantasize about having a horse.. but never a brown horse and NEVER a tennessee walker.. always a white or black arabian)) i started riding this amazing horse north on north main. he turned down this side street where some crazy people.. and the horse was going to fast.. he got spooked and jumped really high on to the housetops.. where he couldn't get stabilized because there were bath tub like things on the roof for plants. this was unnerving because i was on a huge horse on a roof in bath tub like things.. until he jumped clear across the all the rooftops, landed on the railroad tracks and i rode him back to the old lady.

then i bought andy's old belt, the one that says 'senter daniel senter' on ebay.

The Saddest Bus only goes to the North Pole

2006-01-27T11:31:00.000-05:00

Well, this is very weird, sorry my dreams are always so long. I don't know what the problem is. You WILL forgive me after this one, though.

Amanda and I had to stay a week at Jerome Bettis house the week before the super bowl. I for some reason didn't like him so I had to stay at his house with him and his family to see what kind of person he is. (Weird already because I think he's incredible.) Anyway, Tom Brady hated him too and had to stay with us. Supposedly New England was playing the Steelers in the Super Bowl and I HAD to pick who I liked and write a huge story about who I liked and why after the week.

Anyway, the house was not huge but if you went out of the front door it was sunny and warm and Amanda would sun bathe in the driveway. Out the back there were no doors only windows to see and it was an ocean with ice over it all chopped up and there were whales/monsters swimming under the ice with bumpy backs. It was really weird like the house was on the arctic ocean.

Anyway, they had a bunch of kids there that were staying with them, one was this weird white kid who was kind of like that kid from Sixth Sense, you know way too smart and grown up to be a real kid. Anyway, he kept talking to one of the Bettis kids and trying to convince him to do things for him or that he shouldn't. The son kept saying no and Amanda and I were in the basement watching them fight and the Sixth Sense kid stabbed him like twenty times with a dagger. We were soooo frickin' scared. I actually woke up at this point I was so scared...but I fell back asleep and resumed seamlessly.

We went upstairs to call the police and tell The Bettis' parents what had happened and the mom said Jerome had to go to practice so we waited until we got home and actually forgot about the whole murder for awhile. When Jerome got home we had totally forgotten about the actions of Haley Joel Osment, whatever his name is. We were eating dinner and Amanda remembered about the killing of a child we witnessed. We went downstairs and in the closet was the boy. Jerome was crying and asked us who did this. We told him it was the Sixth Sense kid and that he was crazy. Jerome carried his son up the stairs on his shoulder like he was asleep. Found Haley Joel and asked him if he had done it. He said yes and Jerome cried and Tom Brady was crying and we were all just bawling. Jerome forgave Haley and it was so beautiful and there was this instantaneous change in the kid like a demon left him and Haley started crying. Jerome adopted him and then Tom and Jerome had to go to play the Super Bowl. Tom told me, "You have to tell everyone about this man, please do not root for my team, write for the Steelers, they deserve it." As he was talking to me, I was looking out the back window and the ice was slowly melting and the whales were swimming away in single file. So so so sad. I felt like I was going to cry when I woke up.

Please root for the Steelers in the Super Bowl, even though they aren't playing Tom Brady.

This was one of the scariest and saddest dreams I have ever had.

Golden Apple Oil and Gas, Inc. (GAP J)

2006-01-26T15:06:00.000-05:00

You should kick me off for this, but my dreams lately are so boring- I wish they were more like this beautiful spam email i just got from Kirk Burl (zatmwqetvf@012.net.il) which had a GIF attachment telling me all about a stock i should buy. But the body of the email contained:

yes sign tell
For close eat
I smoke clean
Which organise sit
But fall forget
search find ask
At draw can
not clean find
evening close cancel
no wait sleep
someone listen lose

So it's like a dream, right? In a way?

Ritz Bits

2006-01-26T08:10:00.000-05:00

After two "unrevealable-type" dreams last night I woke up for a bit and looked at the clock and I'd been asleep for like an hour and a half. So I went back to the sleep world with high hopes and wasn't disappointed. Amanda and I were at this huge work dinner/party/wedding reception place, it was really nice, right by a river. We were eating some Reeses Ice Cream and watching people walk by the party out the window of this tent thing, not talking just watching and enjoying the peanut butter chunks. Then we saw this bear/dog on a leash followed by this little girl, about 7 or 8 years old. This dog was awesome, part Australian Shepherd, part Black Bear cub. It was like the size of a golden retriever and bounced every step it took. The girl was holding the leash so loosely because old beardog was walking/bouncing at the same rate, trained really well. Amanda said, "She is NOT going to be able to hold onto that leash the way she's holding it when that dog runs." I agreed but before I could say anything, she ran out to help the girl. So I was alone until my boss from work and our secretary sat down to finish Amandas ice cream with me, so I had to act like I liked my boss and we made small talk for a while until I pulled the "gotta go" card and walked off.

Then I was walking with Stephen and some random high school friend up the hill behind the reception up to this 8 star hotel/roofless movie theater/ weird water park. We went up all these escalators and there were walls all around of solid glass. I went the wrong way to the movie theater and was at the begging of a cave for underground porcelain 2 foot wide water slides, luckily there was a four foot glass wall that I climbed over so I could get to the theater. There weren't many people there yet but gradually tons of my friends and celebrities and some adults I know came in. Elden, Phillips, Jake, Senter, high school buddies, some punk kids with pink and green mohawks, the kid for Neverending Story, my cousins, and tons of others. I sat down and the movie started to play and everyone was talking and yelling. Phillips was sitting behind me and kept yelling to Elden, like 8 rows away, "Elden, have you seen this yet? Elden!" It was a frickin Battlestar Gallactica movie and I don't even know what that means, I've never seen one, but I was getting so mad because EVERYONE was talking during the movie.

When it was over everyone left and all these older women with swimcaps and olympic swimsuits came out and did like synchonized water sliding, that was the weirdest part.

Invaders! (Not actually a dream, more a question about dreams)

2006-01-24T23:34:00.000-05:00

I know this is breaking the rules, but in general, does anyone else find their dreams frequently invaded by people you'd rather not think about?

I go through these spells, these dreams are my nightmares I suppose. Their is a stock group of people that are involved but the events are different enough. Sometimes they end up pointing out my mistakes or they want to make up or (and these are the worst!) they are simply a part of my life like they used to be, but usually it leaves me feeling awful.

Maybe I should consult a psychologist, but I'm guessing this has something to do with subconscious, stuff I'm not dealing with when I'm awake, etc. But it's not a surprise or anything, I always know what they mean or why they're in the dream. I mean, it's people I have/am dealing with, so I don't think it qualifies (technically) as supression...Anyone know what I'm going through?

(As an aside, this isn't always a bad thing. For instance, there's this guy I used to work with on the boats, Kenny, who I'm pretty sure I'll never talk to again, that plays brilliant roles in many many dreams I have, and there are others like him.)

i ain't got no hump

2006-01-24T18:53:00.000-05:00

hello, all.
i'm new and a girl. apparently, girls ARE allowed to have dreams. so, bravo for that. also, many accolades to the starters of this dream-y bloggy snog. let's hope it continues and continues to grow and flourish. Amen.

my latest dream that i remember was incredibly beautiful and there are mixed up scenes like someone picked up a jigsaw puzzle and dropped the pieces everywhere ((even on my face)).

but, andy and i were in this mall of sorts. it was huge. it blew Mall of America to bits how big it was. there were trees in the middle and a huge cafe with nothing but windows looking at the ocean. andy and i split up in the mall, he was going somewhere and i needed something else. but i made sure to tell him to call me if he ate at that cafe. as i was on my way, all these guys were giving me their phone numbers. i took one. he had dark hair and he was in the camping section ((it should be noted that the camping section was really outside and he ws really camping)). then, i walked through the cafe and there sat andy with amanda, matt and some other girl. i started crying and dropped all my shopping bags. i wanted to tell him that i only took one phone number and he's eating/cheating on me. boo.

then

i continued dreaming that i switched bodies with a humpbacked whale. and it was amazing. i was swimming so fast. and i was only slightly worried that i would never get my body back, but then i remembered that that's just how things go.. and i would most certainly get my body back. so instead of worrying about me, i wondered about the whale because i have gone swimming before and i know how to walk, but the poor guy can only swim.

2006-01-17T15:12:00.000-05:00

This dream is something very weird and embarrassing (kind of). I was travelling with some friend and we stopped at some hotel one night. The hotel, like most in my dreams, was very communal, very dorm-like social-like. Doorways open, people being cool, etc. The people we shared a room with were Big Boi and Paul Wall. Two rappers one who I love and one I don't know much about except that he has sick fake teeth. They were laying on the bed next to me and my buddy's watching an NBA game. I decided to chill with them and realized that even though they were adults, they were like kid-sized. I started watching the game and said something they thought was really funny and during that game Big Boi and I talked about marriage. I don't know why but we talked about relationship problems and getting married and stuff. We got really talkative and the next day they took off with us.

We travelled in a cart pulled by a donkey through a bunch of wheat fields. I pointed to this beautiful woods/grove and told everyone that that was where I asked Amanda to marry me (it wasn't but I even believed) and they were like, "nice." We rode for hours looking at the land and stuff until we got to a diner that was a mile long and kind looked like a huge Rally's. We went in and sat down to eat and Big Boi pulled me away from the table and asked me if he should get married, asked me about rings, God and all that. I felt very awesome because half of Outkast was my buddy now. The reason I'm a bit embarrassed was that from the first time I saw he was in our room, I really wanted to be his best friend. Awkward, huh?

Too much 24 + Too much Devendra Banhart = Awesome Dreams

2006-01-16T12:10:00.000-05:00

Here's my first contribution. While I normally don't get the benefit of long narrative shaped dreams, I've been getting a lot of sleep lately which helps...

The dream started with a K-Mart being taken over by terrorists. I'm not real sure of the specifics but there were a bunch of guns and smoke grenades. I was working for some sort of security company where the primary part of our job was driving around in these cars and carrying these guns. One of my Wendella Boat captains was my partner and he was giving myself and another worker in another car a lecture about always taking breaks in such a way that we could hop back into the car at any moment. Apparently if a situation were to develop it was crucial that we be in the car. Anyway, he was giving us this lecture in the Walmart parking lot, across the way from the K-Mart that was just taken over. Also, there were a bunch of people standing outside the Walmart, I guess just hanging out and whatnot.

So we're just standing there, having a break, being in a position to easily re-enter the car if need be. At this point some of the terrorists from the K-Mart noticed all the people standing around outside the Walmart and decided to toss some grenades across the street at our parking lot. Noticing this and the forthcoming explosions that would come, I took of running as fast as I could away from the Walmart. The explosions started going off and I turned around (I was able to get out of the parking lot and into some grass) and noticed that while lots of things were burning, no one else had moved. There was some chaos, some burning people, but my partner was standing next to our security car with his arms crossed and he was shaking his head at me, ashamed that I abandoned the car. Knowing that I couldn't go back after making such a shameful decision I walked down this hill.

Somehow by the time I got down the hill everything turned into a different world. Everything was darker but it felt more like we were just inside (but in a building that was big enough to be set up like it was outside) and there weren't enough lights on. Once I got downstairs I met up with some dudes that were giving me an update on the current events. Apparently the terrorists were, according to my buddies, "mainstream" and they were declaring war on all the "hippy kids." As I came to find out, we were all apparently friends and the "mainstream" where our old friends who didn't like being hippies anymore and wanted to listen to different music and thought that the new Devendra record sucked. Yup.

So this war was raging, and many events unfolded, including several "attacks" with weapons that were more like paint ball then bullets. There was a huge shoot out where Greg Pupecki, another boss from Wendella Boats, was dressed like a clown. The culmination, though, was when word was received that Devendra was coming to town to do a concert with Six Organs of Admittance. Everyone was freaking out because apparently the "Mainstream" guys saw Six Organs of Admittance as one of their bands and we saw Devendra as our fearless leader. The people on our side couldn't believe Devendra liked Six Organs of Admittance. (as an aside, having seen these two in concert together a while ago, I would say that anyone liking Six Organs of Admittance in concert were at least a little crazy, though the albums are nice)

SO the battle was really heating up. I remember I was unhappy about it all because I liked some of the "Mainstream" guys, but was loyal to my hippy bros. There was an extended break in the fighting at which point the "Mainstream" guys decided to make a secret attack, leaving thier K-Mart station and sneaking into our complex. They found me all alone in the middle of the room and started throwing darts at me. I was eventually pinned to the ground with darts in every part of my body. It was actually pretty scary. The darts each had notes attached to them for everyone in our crew. They were all friendly make up sorts of notes. I woke up from my dart comma as the letters were being read and then everyone became friends and waited for Devendra to get there.

Hot for Teacher

2006-01-11T08:49:00.000-05:00

I was dreaming that I was getting a tour of some town or something from my friend Sean from high school. We went to the principal of Amanda's school's house, who I've never met, only heard about. When we went in on her front door was a legal notice that she has killed 12 men for a 2000 dollar fine for each offense. She didn't care who knew. She would find men who had assaulted girls or just plain treated them badly, seduce them, and then bring em home and kill em. Bam! $2000, well spent. Well, Sean seemed like he was dating her which scared the heck outta me. So I ran out the door to the back yard where some of my friends and Amanda were there playing wiffle ball. Behind her house there was a mud field so I couldn't run that way. I grabbed Amanda and tried to leave but I kept having to go in for people in the game like to bat or to pitch, whatever. I told Amanda what her teacher was doing, and she was like "whatever". She didn't believe me. But I did get a triple...NOT!

Volleyball and breasts

2006-01-09T19:49:00.000-05:00

A few nights ago I had a dream in which I played volleyball with Lindsay Lohan. All I can remember about the game is Lindsay (we're on a first name basis) wearing only a bra. She just kept running around, bouncing all over the place. I was then somehow in Huntington North High School. It was different than when I actually went to high school there, though. I was just walking through the halls and every time I saw a girl who was remotely good looking I just walked up to her and started molesting her. The strangest thing is that I kept walking up to girls, standing face to face, and putting my hands down the front of their shirts.
My unconscious mind must still be in 7th grade wanting to grab every girl I see just to see what it feels like. Or maybe I was the only one with that urge.

I put the "Ill" in Illegal

2006-01-05T08:08:00.000-05:00

I'm on frickin' fire three for three. Last night I dreamed I was with the same cousins as last night but we lived together and Stacy was still in college with her other friends from college. She had these friends who lived together in this big big house. They were all very weird but funny. They would do stuff like have water balloon fights all the time and have spontaneous dancing parties. Wow, crazy huh? Anyway, for some reason my cousin Scott and I decided to go down to the park where we stumbled upon a street hockey game. We were like, "We got next," and got in on the next game. There were all these huge football players and all-around mean looking dudes. Then we go to face-off and Andy Vaught is the leader of their team. He is really mean and nasty and is very horrible to us and explains that this game is for a huge amount of money, which is soooo illegal, which makes me not like him. (I really really like Andy Vaught so tell him about this and let him know it's just a dream...a weird one.) So we get back from the game and go to this house where those girls are having a party. We're out of school and out of place so we go into the back room to watch tv while everyone is dancing and socializing. Then Andy shows up and all the people are like "Yaaayyy, Andy's here." Me and Scott (cousin) are like "He's not who he appears." But everyone gets pissed at us for accusing him of illegal street hockey. So we go into another room where this 4 year old girl is. Her mom is talking to us from the other room so we start to leave except that the little girls hair catches on fire. I watch for a second in disbelief that her mother isn't helping her, and after about three seconds I run over and put it out with my hands and shirt. She then starts loving me way too much and won't let go of my leg. I try to walk with her on my leg but it doesn't work because she's too heavy. Then Andy Vaught comes in the room and we all look at each other and we all say "It's cool, man." Then we hug and all is cool, man.

Muncie, Land of African Dreams

2006-01-04T08:14:00.000-05:00

Last night was amazing. This picture isn't from my dream but don't you totally want to ride on that boat on the Yangtzee (sp)?

Alright, I was a 9 or ten year old African boy whose dad was a prince and we lived in the desert/mountains in a big mansion made out of a rock with grass for a roof. There was a serengheti tree growing on the roof. The inside of the mansion had all my young friends and most specifically my cousins and aunt & uncle. All the boys were playing in the cafeteria. (This place was kind of like a shopping mall with tons of stairs and no elevator.) Lots of windows and it wasn't hot like Africa would be. All of a sudden, David Allen Grier shows up to chase us kids like he's the clumsy bad guy out of a kids movie. We throw our food on him and he spills in the cafeteria and we all run to the stairs. The stairs are packed with people like in a mall but it's my house. Everyones wasting DAG down the stairs but he's still running hard. I hide and wait for him and trip him and slap him, don't know why, kids movie I guess. Then I sprint down the rest of the stairs and go out the double doors.

When we get outside we hide around the corner of the house where the river meets the pond. This part is awesome, we have a big pond beside our house which is perfectly clear and a big river running a few yards away. There is this awesome dragon in the river and the pond is full of amazing/scary as hell animals and I feel like they are gonna get us. Noone else can see that in the pond there are hippos, crocodiles and huge green snakes. My cousins keep wanting to go swimming but I keep them from doing so b/c of the scary animals. My aunt tries to walk out a ways and doesn't understand why she gets stuck about 3 feet out. She's stuck on a hippos back. So we link arms and pull her and the hippo out and then all of a sudden this heat wave comes and starts to dry up the pond. We all run around & around the pond while it disappears, but all the animals disappear as well. I find out that my dad got a raise and we all chant "Muncie, Muncie" because that's where we would all travel to with the extra money. Don't understand that part at all. Must be better than a mansion in Africa with dragons though.

Back to School Sale

2006-01-03T10:18:00.000-05:00

Last night I dreamt that I had to back to high school. Not my high school, but Huntington North. And I still had to do my job at the same time. I drove with my grandparents to school on the first day and was greeted my Jana Henley (Mark knows who that is, I think she dated Andrew Lawrence in middle school). There was an underground parking garage that had so many spaces open but I couldn't decide which to use, plus most of them turned out to have the left or right turn only graphic painted in them so they weren't spaces, very frustrating. Needless to say my grandparents were late to class, as was I. Everyone in class had to sit in something like a stone pew shoulder to shoulder in some type of hole while the teacher taught us from above the hole. I kept flashing to my grandparents classroom which was all old coots talking really funny about Christmas movies. I also had that 70's Show Topher guy in my class and I asked him how he worked all day and still stayed in school. He was too crowded to want to talk.

I changed to another classroom that was the druggies classroom on the top floor of the parking garage, the teacher was passing around weed joints and everyone was smoking it and then some old guy did some cocaine off of a dust mop and died. Everyone ran out of the room because they heard the cops coming except some poor kid who tried to hide behind some stone column but they caught him.

So I left for the day at 3 to go to work for 8 hours. I couldn't find my grandparents so I left because I was late. When I got to work, it was locked and boarded up and I tried to pull off the boards because I would rather go to work than that high school. Well, I turned around and there was a christmas parade coming down the street right in front of me. Santa was on his huge sled with this crown/joker hat and looked back at me and said, "Matt, Christmas is in all of us." Then some old man, said "Do you need help getting in the building, it is Chrismas you know?" I just stared while he got out his keys and unlocked the wood planks and the doors and inside we reenacted the scene from It's A Wonderful Life at the end with the bell ringing and the people singing and giving money.

It's the question that drives us.

2006-01-03T08:21:00.000-05:00

Last night I had a dream similar to one that I’d had before, but it was altogether different. It was set in this old abandoned building, very dark, which was like a warehouse or an old school or something... It had lots of stairs. Turned out the whole dream was pretty Matrix-esque. Matrix-esque in the fact that I could bend the rules of gravity, jump down hundreds of feet through the middle of stairwells without getting hurt, and take digital form and travel through land lines. There were all kinds of wires all over the place, and anywhere there was a set of lines that wasn’t covered by the rubber/plastic coating that most wires are protected by, you could clip in and go anywhere the lines went. Sometimes you ended up where you intended, and sometimes you didn’t. I was somehow affiliated with this group of young guys, all of whom could do the same things I could... It’s like we were the only ones who realized we could do these things and actually practiced them. And we were being run around by an evil force that was trying to exterminate us because we figured out we had these powers. Were we going to use them for good? I don’t know... I was too busy being chased around to know. But it was a nice change to be able to flip/fly/run/jump with reckless abandon, considering in most dreams I feel like I’m running through water with cement legs.

carlsbad caverns(psych)

2005-12-29T22:14:00.000-05:00

so my buddy matt(not to be confused with kelly mast) asked me years ago to do this dream blog thing, but i had big plans of success and grandure, so i was like "uhh, talk to the hand, i guess." but then i hit it big, so now i got nothing else to do and he asked me a gain and here we are. anyway this is a dream from a long time ago, but i'll pretend that it happened last night.

so last night i had this dream that these fed ex dudes were taking me to town. that is to say they were beating me up. it was like 5 on one and they were just standing there kicking the crap outta me. using their heavy packages to really ruff me up good. believe me, i thought i was a gonner, but then all of a sudden, out of nowhere come the boys in brown, thats right like 5 U.P.S. dudes came rushing in there and started wooping sorry fed ex tail. i was very grateful to say the least, then they stole the fed ex chumps packages, then i woke up. hooray.
thats the first dream, there will be many more to come(maybe).
see-ya

Sales Counter Encounter

2005-12-21T09:48:00.000-05:00

Last night I had one of those dreams that flashes around to different scenes and situations.

From what I remember, I started out being chased around by something I couldn't see. And surprise, surprise, I couldn't run fast... I hate that. There were other people and animals running frantically from it, too, but nobody could see it. And people were rioting... I turned to look back at what I was running from once and saw a group of men, some of whom riding in the back of a pickup truck with semi-automatic weapons, run down this guy and kill him for no good reason. I remember thinking that now I had to look out for guys in pickup trucks, in addition to the invisible evil I was running from. I was mad at them, though, and looped around this building to try to head them off and do something drastic. Drastic times call for drastic measures.

Then all of a sudden I was an Indiana Pacer, and we were in the locker room after a game. My locker was right next to Jermaine O'Neal's. He got dressed, and said that now he had to go to work. I figured he had a more important basketball game to go play or something, but he walked about 10 steps, and there appeared a little convenience store, attached to the locker room. He went & sat behind the counter, looking pissed that he had to be there. I saw that his locker was open, and since I must've been pressed for funds myself, I grabbed a bar of soap out of his locker and tried to return it to the convenience store. He just looked at me like, "Are you kidding me?" I guess the Pacers were having a bad year.

Notes 'bout Recent Dreams

2005-12-09T08:54:00.000-05:00

Last five nights, five dreams. Yikes. Two are already written in stone on here. The others are relatively lame 'cept one. Lame ones first bad-a one last.

1. Last night involved a walk downtown at night. There was a guy who was homeless and really skinny and kinda old who would always try to be my friend when I would walk and stop to talk to him. But then he would always try to hurt me. Like throw punches or something, but I would never get mad. One time I was walking my some old lady friend's house and he was there with a handgun and sock cap. We started chatting and then he pointed the gun at me to shoot me. I did a sweet Jackie Chan move and grabbed the gun and pulled the "top" off so he couldn't fire it. He just leaned back against the house while the lady who lived in the house gave him a talking to.

2. Amanda's sister and brother in-law bought Professor Lee's house outside of Huntington. (My family used to go over there every week for 4th through 8th grade). Except it was totally crappy. All the walls were just concrete block and the roof was a poorly set up tarp. The floor was wet and just crappy and the whole yard was horrible. I was mad at them because they bought the house for a lot of cash, and got ripped off and they are in real-life not well-off financially with two little girls who now have to live in a crappy swamp.

Alright here's the top dream besides the bull/kitten one.
Amanda's three year old niece was a teenager and we were going to visit her. To get there we had to appear in a shrub/3-4 foot tall bush in their back yard. Brayden (the niece) was one of those depressed teens and her mom was Abby Acres(Myers) and her dad was Mike Golic from ESPN radio. Yeah radio. They took us into their house and showed us around and introduced us to Bob Golic, Mike's brother, who we'd be staying with. This place was like a huge huge hotel suite with like 4 rooms with all grey walls with nothing on them. The place was really odd but also felt kind of normal. Then Brayden and parents had to leave for something so we watched them disappear into the bush in the backyard. We went back inside to hang out with Bob who had started digging/piling black bricks from the floor in the middle of the hallway, really black bricks. The floor was made out of black bricks. Black Bricks. It's a sign. I asked him if he needed any help, he said he was fine, he could manage alone we were guests. We found out they were charging us to stay there, too.

Bull S#!%...Cat S#!%?

2005-12-07T08:28:00.000-05:00

The beginning is a bit cloudy. I feel like I was driving (riding) in a car through barren lands with only brown dirt and no grass anywhere. We drove through many towns and over many railroad tracks, all the towns had small metal silos. Then my family either dropped me off or I was instantly on this median under an overpass with tall grass and a weeping willow. (I've been there many times in dreams just standing with no cars anywhere). Anyway I was with some old man in a white suit like Colonel Sanders'. We walked down a dirt road to a town with farms and factories and the old man all of sudden turned into a young teen who loved to cause mischief in the back of huge factories. Apparently he was like a "bull-escaper" not a bull fighter just a guy who would let really rabid pissed off bulls loose just to chase him and he would just dodge them and stuff like a rodeo clown, very dangerous but I guess it was his profession.

The worst part is that he had a list of all the bulls in town and what addresses they lived at. There were different levels of bull toughness too. Some were "monster" and there were also other categories like "wimpy". Well, he had brought me along to videotape him while he did it. Which meant I had to escape the bull also while filming him. He kindof turned into different people during this time. We went to this place with a small courtyard and he looked at the door number and this bull was higher on the rowdy scale and he opened the door and it ran out and was chasing him. I was filming and he was getting really close to dying and then the bull would come after me, but I was dodging without looking at the bull b/c I still had to film this white suit cowboy. Apparently, I was really good at it because people were complimenting me and the white suit kid hired me full time.

So we go to this abandoned milk farm/factory for the next bull and the door is about to be opened. I feel really uneasy about this bull before we open the door b/c there's not much open area to get away. So genius opens the door and this boar sized bull runs out as fast as hell. He's all over but he's too small to do much damage. The bull runs around really fast for like 5 minutes and then gets hurt or something and falls on some board and starts to shrivel. I yell at the cowboy guy because he totally hurt this poor thing. It shrivels down and turns into a kitten. "Man, we've gotta do something, I think it's dying." I said.
"Naw, it'll be alright. Just wait." he said.
So the bull/kitten starts to shake and bleed a tiny bit through it's fur and dies. I'm so pissed at this guy I want to cuss. I look down at his list and this "bull" is one of the lowest ranked. It's on the practice list and he killed it.

Meanings? Maybe.

2005-12-06T11:32:00.000-05:00

Alright so on our links there is a jjreem interp which is dream interpretations. It's kinda weak but interesting. Here are some notes on some of the Dream Teams recent dreams.

Matt's tons of water dreams lately. (Some not posted)
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. It also may mean that feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged.

To dream that water is rising up in your house, signifies your struggles and overwhelming emotions.

Dusty's Deals
To dream that you are being served by a waiter, signifies that you will be involved in many social gatherings involving friends or loved ones.

To dream of an angry, slovenly waiter, signifies a disruption and intrusion of offensive people into your life.

Elden's "Water Bed"
To dream that you are drowning, signifies that you are overwhelmed by emotions or repressed issues that is coming back to haunt you. You may be proceeding too quickly in trying to discover your unconscious thoughts. If you drown to death, your relationship will fail or you will suffer major business losses. If your survive the drowning, then your relationship will be rescued by some intervention. You will rise to a higher position of wealth and honor.

Mark, you gotta show up sooner or later.

Andy's scared in the hotel bathroom by the monster
To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, it may symbolize purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically.

To dream that you are in a public restroom with no stalls, signifies your frustrations about getting enough privacy. It may also indicate that you are having difficulties letting go of old emotions. If you reveal these feelings, you are afraid that others around you will judge and criticize you.
To dream that you can not find the bathroom, signifies that you are have difficulties in releasing and expressing your emotions.

Check it out.

Crazy Jamaica Trip...almost

2005-12-01T21:16:00.000-05:00

Ok, pay attention, because this one was so weird it actually motivated me to join your amazing blog!

It starts off that I am on an airplane that lands on the street I grew up on. Ryan Darr is piloting the flight, who is the current student body prez at HC. Then I go to the house I lived in as a kid when Norrie comes by in his car to ask me if I want to go to Jamaica for a Mission trip for 2 days. I say yes, but apparently he just waits for me to pack. Somehow it took me many hours to pack for the two day mission trip and by the time we arrive at the airport to fly to Jamaica we are late, but still decide to eat at this nice sit down restaurant at the airport. Anyway, some guy joined us that I never figured out who he was but we talked to him like we were all friends. Then the waitress was apparently really bad and I told her she was the worst waitress ever. Then we went to pay and I gave the manager my Debit card and told him how bad his wait staff was. At this he grew angry and took my card and left the restaurant. Then I started a yelling battle with the whole wait staff which had us yelling at each other all through the airport. Sometime during this Norrie disappeared and I discovered that I was wearing the warm up basketball pants I got when I was the manager for the B-ball team. Ok, but then I went back to the restaurant to get my debit card again and got in to it with several more waiters and waitresses, but I could never find the manager who took my card.

Finally, I end up sitting at a table with a waitress and we start talking really seriously about what all happened that night...it looked like the scene from Magnolia where the cop is talking to the coke addicted lady. While I was explaining to her what made her so terrible, and that I really loved her so she should help me get my card back, I woke up...Totally unresolved...No Norrie, Darr, Jamaica or a debit card...but I loved wearing those pants!

Hope my first entry was worth it!

Peace

Bejesus Frees Us from Drowning

2005-12-01T11:47:00.000-05:00

I dreamt last night that i was looking down on myself sleeping... and then all of a sudden my point of view jolted back into the 1st person, so I was back inside myself. Right when that happened, my bed turned into a huge body of water that was filled with huge rats, and I started to sink into it. It was almost like the momentum of my point of view plunged me into the water when it jolted back into me, as if it was a tangible thing that landed on top of me. I felt like I had fallen into a pool with the solar cover on it... I was getting all tangled up in the rats.

I don't remember much more than that, but I do remember jumping the frick out of bed so frantically that I hurt my wife in the process. She said I stood up, was breathing heavily and mumbling really fast about something. Probably about how I was going to find the bastard that sold me the stupid rat-ocean bed.

National Lampoons Flood School

2005-12-01T08:39:00.000-05:00

So I was about 8 or 9 yrs old and went to school with kids in like Huck Finn's time period in the country. We went on a field trip to a huge southern mansion/school to take a tour. There were kids in their little clubs and everything in my class. We were taking a tour from the owner of the place who had a Rollie Fingers-style moustache. He was like the Monopoly guy mixed with Snively Whiplash from Bullwinkle. He was very nice. We were going through all the rooms and exploring the house and stuff, and all of a sudden water start coming into the bottom floor. A huge wave was just passin' through, I guess. So we all ran up the stairs and there was like 6 feet of water in the house. For some reason everyone was having a huge panic attack, probably because we were 8 years old. But it was like the water couldn't be touched and everyone was frightened. So I had to calm everyone down, even the Rollie fingers tourguide. It was rather odd.

Hot Tubs to Hot Subs

2005-11-29T10:28:00.000-05:00

I was in a large group of people in bathing suits in a wooden 6 story cabin with tons of hot tubs. Amanda's family, some friends, and some pro athletes were in our group and we were to test out the hot tubs. Amanda's 3 year old niece was in the first floor one with some other lil' kids and everyone else found their own on the top floors. My group ended up being Amanda, me, Lawrence Taylor and Bernie Kosar in one hot tub. Then I got scared that the water was too hot for Amanda's niece and ran down to the first floor scared she was burnt up. Not true, she was fine but our groups time was over. Everyone lined up at the door and our group went out to the lobby while a new group came into the sauna hot tub room.

In the lobby, we were all drying off and snackin on stuff from Markle Pool when George W. and two of his "right hand men" came to greet us. It was Bush but he looked like Bill Clinton mixed with Principal Skinner. But we all knew it was Bush. I got to talk to him and his cronies and ripped him soooo bad about all the stuff I don't like about him and he got uncomfortable and walked off so I kept talking with the two buddies of his. Then I got sent to a different room than everyone else.

Then I was on an aircraft carrier full of people sailing into the desert. In my dream it was Tunisia but it was an Arabian desert everywhere. Yep, I had pushed W's buttons and went and got deported...to the desert. But where we walked off the boat, there were miles of people cheering in two parallel lines and people running down the "tunnel" they were making. We went to look and someone grabbed me who was running and I started to running holding this man's hand who looked and was dressed like a typical middle eastern conservative man, with a robe and headdress and all that. It was my dad. He was like run, it's a celebration! I was like what the frick. So I said, "but they'll find out that I'm not Arab." He said, "it's okay, you're with me." So we ran sooo fast and hard but didn't get tired and when we came to the end of the lines of cheering people we were in New York, and not even out of breath. I asked my dad how far we had run and he said four miles.
The end.

War.... What is it good for?

2005-11-21T09:09:00.000-05:00

Last night I entered this back-alley door that was supposed to lead to a speakeasy-type bar... a low-key place to relax. What I got instead was transported to the streets of this war-torn neighborhood, populated solely by teenagers. I immediately found myself in the company of 3 other guys who were in the same position as me -- out of place in a war they had nothing to do with... One of them was Deebo from the "Friday" movies. We had to build our own weapons & bombs from debris we found on the street, and we stashed them under a manhole cover so the stupid kids wouldn't find them & hurt themselves.

Follow the white light

2005-11-18T08:49:00.000-05:00

Finally I had a dream I can remember.... it's been a while. For some reason, I have a lot of dreams where I'm getting chased by someone who wants me dead, and last night was no exception.

The only part I remember is this friggin' mob guy who's trying to kill me, and I'm running for my life. And every time, in every dream I have.... I run into the same house -- this huge, green, cavernous house out in the woods. It's got all these rooms & twists & turns, and I can run and run and whoever is chasing me can never catch me. And I always get to this one doorway that leads out to the backside of the house, and there's a huge long bridge that leads from the back door to the other side of this deep, dark canyon... and there's a city at the bottom of the canyon. It's always nighttime when I go outside the backdoor, so you can see all the city lights below, and on the other side of the canyon where the bridge leads, there's a super-bright, white light that just beams brighter than anything I've ever seen. And I always catch myself looking too long & realizing that the guy's still after me.... but I always wake up before I can cross the bridge. I wonder if I'd die for real if I made it to the other side and went into the light...? That would be a mind-bender.

Talk to your kids about drug abuse

2005-11-14T10:01:00.000-05:00

So I was in college and it was like the last few days before graduation at Huntington and all my friends were have "get-togethers" before everyone left. I was at one with some weird combination of dudes, Joe Gaff, Jonny Rice, Jake Sikora, Blake Mollenkopf, Janine Senanayake, Matt Bruce, Nate Reusser, lots of people who wouldn't be together, but we and some others were having a good time. I had to leave to go back to the dorm because I forgot something pointless but it's a dream. So I went back to the dorm which was like 30 floors high and there was like a porch/balcony on everyfloor around the entire building with no railings or anything. There were no elevators so it took a long time for me to get to the top floor. When I got there it was all outside like cheap hotels and the top floor had like a courtyard of cement with windows all around to see in like a jail rec room. There were tons of guys doing crap that would happen in a dorm and not in public, and there were three little kids fighting this other little kid. They were like 10 years old or less but seriously hurting each other bad. I broke it up and asked Jonny Rice (who was everywhere that day, I guess) whose kids they were. He told me he saw their dad outside on the balcony, smoking weed with the students because he had won the nascar race that was on campus today. I sent the kids down the thirty flights of stairs with head bleeding and was furious at their dad for the care they were not receiving. I went out to the twenty or so drinkers and smokers on the balcony. They were talking about the 15 million dollar race that this guy had won and I asked loudly to everyone, "Who's the guy who won the race today?" One man braggingly raised his hand between his little joint puffs. I walked up to him and continued to "chew him out" for his treatment of his kids while he was getting high with 20 year olds. I was so mad that everyone else cleared off the balcony in discomfort and awkwardness. Instead of this man getting mad back at me, he became very pitiful looking, as if he knew he was the worst person ever and looked depressed to the point of suicidal. I went to the room and grabbed a bunch of broccoli and brought it back and threw it in his face like it was weed and said "Why don't you use your 15 million and buy a house where you can smoke weed while your kids are at school, you fuckin' loser."
I then walked down all the stairs and realized the kids were gone and the party with the funny group was over and everyone had left school and this guy maybe felt bad enough to jump from the building. Then I woke up.

Ain't got time for dreamin'

2005-11-03T19:24:00.000-05:00

Except for this one from last night:
On vacation with my family at this boring festival. Went back to hotel room, but realized I didn't have a key or know where our room was. Lots of people playing poker in these dorm room type lobbies.
Went to this summer camp/public park type bathroom with this "medicine cabinet" that had weird bloody razor blades in it. We were warned about this serial killer/monster who sure enough stormed into the bathroom. He was a dirty, skinny, dark-skinned teenager with a wild expression and no clothes. We yelled at him and I kicked the door at him til he went away.
Then I went to another safer-looking bathroom/sleeping area to worn my co-workers about the maniac on the loose. But then we realized that their area was connected to this vast creepy barn area with straw and empty cow stalls so he could have been anywhere. I'm not a racist.

Football and Stuff

2005-10-14T08:21:00.000-05:00

So I was a linebacker for the Bears. We had this big game and I was one on one with Randy Moss the whole game and stopped him from catching anything. And had a bunch of sweet tackles. We won.

Then I had another dream about something awesome but now I friggin forgot.
Stupid

Others' dreams...

2005-10-13T10:07:00.000-05:00

My co-worker Whitney dreamt that she could place a guide - a la Photoshop or InDesign - in her garage to know where to park her car. Ha! As if & if only.

#2: Jordan had an instant daydream right before bed that she was floating up through a floor in the hallway of a hospital and there was a monkey-spider (not to be confused with a spider monkey) running at her. It was dressed like a circus monkey with a little red vest and a fez. It had one monkey leg but the others were spider legs.

Plett Family Vacation

2005-10-10T09:52:00.000-05:00

Our family decided to take a vacation to like the east coast/New England area. Stacy and I took our places in the back seat of the Astro van as usual.

As we were leaving the place we lived we drove by this two block area that I've begun having in multiple dreams. Everytime I dream about this area I only pass it accidentally when I'm trying to find it. It's like a shopping/mall of glass and silver in like downtown Chicago and there's an airport on top and also a carnival of some kind. Usually I'm looking at a map when I see it. And then realize that we just passed it and then never find it again. This time only I was looking out the window and just watched it on the way. Stacy started to talk to me about some band that I had all the cd's of and told me something about them that made me mad at her. We got to this place that we were to stay and we all went to explore. We went out to the deck in the back close to the water and we all noticed that it was sinking wherever we took a step and we were disappointed in the place even though it was fun to walk on the deck.

On Broadway

2005-10-10T08:20:00.000-05:00

I slept for 12 straight hours on Saturday. During that time, I was transported to a dream.
I had decided to leave wherever I was from and move to New York to become a star something, artist, actor, something. I got there and moved into this place that was nasty and met up with amanda somewhere. I couldn't get a job and gradually ran out of money and had to live on the street. I was called into a meeting which I thought was an interview, but actually was a huge con-artist agency. They had been hiring people who couldn't do anything else right, pretty much. When I went for this interview it was in the middle of a courthouse with like some official seal on the ground in the middle of the floor in some mosaic pattern. There was a group of like 100 people in suits watching this from a dark area behind us. It was like I was joining a cult and they were witnesses. I was rather scared.
So my job became a rep for a design place and I would go to these people and con them into thinking the brochures and stuff were real and awesome. Not like bad design or ideas, but fake like the paper would break and the cd's didn't work. I wore a suit and at my first job they found me out to be a con. I ran out and into the street and immediately was in some dirty ratty torn clothes and Amanda and I were in the street and some cop was coming to arrest us because for some reason we just started making out on the sidewalk.

Matrices or Pericles?

2005-10-06T11:26:00.000-05:00

There was this giant maggot/larva/bug beast that was sucking in all these smaller wormy bugs through various holes/orifices/orificium as well as these people that were around, although i didn't actually see that happen. I thought to myself how much like the Matrix it all was (now I realize that it was not at all like the Matrix). Then I was inside this fairly dark but well carpeted circular hallway/basement/stairwell that went up and up and I knew there were poisonous gases in the air on the first three floors/levels. So I made my way up many flights of stairs on my hands and knees, and then there were people doing accounting or something.
Later I was hanging out with Arcade Fire (who were made up of three or four high school-ish kids) in my great-grandma's old house (not really) and asking if they were going to buy it since they played there every time they were in that town.
I don't think they were going to.

Depot Blues

2005-09-28T16:00:00.000-05:00

I dreampt (dreamed?) that I got transferred from the Home Depot I'm with now to a really, really ghetto Home Depot in the 'hood. It was like I got transferred from one prison to the other... I was shackled, and they led me inside and I had to go through this jungle of fans (the air-pushing kind) that were covered with little wood planks to get to the main room of the store. When I got there, it was dark & gloomy inside, like an abandoned warehouse, and all the workers -- who were all big black dudes -- were gathered around this big makeshift table, talking. My phone rang -- it was Liz -- and they all made fun of me for having a girly ringtone (I have her ringer set to "Feur Elise" so I'll recognize when she calls). Then, as they were all joking around at my expense, they left the table & went to these lockers against the wall to get dressed for the football game. Yeah, the football game. They're all getting strapped up with pads & helmets, then one of them turns around with this crazy look in his eye, and he runs up to me & plants his helmet in my forehead.

That was it.

Sorry Miss Jaxon

2005-09-28T10:20:00.000-05:00

I really have been slipping lately with the remembering these very well. Last night I was in a country town and I was Andre 3000. Not me as him, not him as him. Tom Sawyer as him. Yeah, straw hat, short pants, raggedy shirt and all. I was running from some house down a dirt road and some goon in a trans am pulls in front of me all Dukes-of-Hazard style. Like when hockey players screech and shoot ice chips in the air except there were tons of wood chips. When he got out, I think it was someone I knew but was scared of. I ran through a stone house with no roof into a woods of dead trees with no leaves. There was bluegrass chase music playing too. I don't remember much else but taking a nap at my grandma's house.
Lame memory = blog stock plummet.

Are we cool?

2005-09-22T13:41:00.000-05:00

I had a dream I was in the middle of the video for Gwen Stefani's song "Cool", but it was real life... and when I say "in the middle," I mean that I was the go-between for Gwen and the guy in the video. She'd go off with the guy & have her good times -- it's like sections of the video were playing out -- then she'd come back to me with all the girlie questions & ask me for advice on the guy. Boy, do I sound queer.

He ended up going & getting married to some other chick (just like in the video), and she got mad at me because my advice didn't work.

Sorry, Gwen.

Metal melding

2005-09-21T08:06:00.000-05:00

I was driving in seperate cars with Stephen and Mark in the snow in some subdivision and we were going to have a sleepover at our subdivision home. (I've been having snowy driving dreams lately, with lots of grayish blue tints in everything.) We, my dad and I only, lived in some small home that looked like everyone else's on the street just with different tones of brown and grey to tell them apart. Mark pulled into our garage first in some black car. I pulled in behind him, the garage was a one car garage and not very deep.
I got into the garage about to the beginning of the windshield of the car I was driving and Stephen and I got out. My dad came into the garage and he was tons younger than now. Just a little older than us. He asked if we three wanted something to drink. We were like "sure, Squirt." So my dad just turns and opens a fridge full of Squirt and we start drinking them. We were waiting for the rest of the dudes to come for the sleepover when this pickup pulls into the driveway and it's Stephen/my friend Jon and a dude named Matt Lanoue, who I played basketball with in high school was driving. He slowly pulled in, and Mark, normal Stephen, and I were standing between our cars. Matt Lanoue wouldn't stop driving and slowly pushed my car into Mark's car's rear end. He started doing some evil kid hurting small animals smile through the windshield and wouldn't stop driving. We jumped up onto my hood and started yelling at him to stop. He didn't he kept slowly pushing the cars together and they started to mold and bend into some metal pool that was wrapping itself around my legs and Stephens, Mark, you somehow got out. It got higher and higher as he got further into the garage and I found myself yelling like some huge yell to endure the pain and to be strong. I didn't like that Lanoue guy, I guess.

I fell back asleep and had a dream about Amanda and I in a house where everything was bare splintery wood. We were hiding from something. Amanda heard a noise and ran into a room and I just kind of hid to the side of the door behind something like a cabinet. I started to get really really scared because as the thing got closer it started to suck random things out the front door at light speed like a black hole. When it got right to the door there was a moment like in the eye of a storm for build up and then this greenish person with no eyes and glowing and totally horrific moved across the floor of the room I was in without moving just like sliding on his feet. Kind of like stop motion. This was one of the scariest feelings I've ever had in a dream. Also when I woke up I instantly had the "Oh God, you are my God, and I will ever praise you" song in my head, and still do.

Tennis players: China needs you!

2005-09-20T08:38:00.000-05:00

We drove to China to watch a college basketball game. As we were leaving the parking lot, we saw my grandparents who just happened to be there too. My mom told us that China was in desparate need of singles tennis players to play/practice against and she thought we should stay another day to help out. I got frustrated because it was going to cost a lot of money and we were going to have to bribe officials to be allowed to do all of this. Plus I had already missed some work, and I just couldn't stand to miss any more than I had to.

Keep on down keep on down the road

2005-09-19T11:39:00.000-05:00

I was in the visiting area at a jail, but I'm not sure if I was a prisoner or a visitor because I was alone. In another part of the room sat Diana Ross, and she wasn't looking very good nor did she look at all like Diana Ross. But she could still sing, and she did when the guard told her to "turn on the radio." Which I guess meant "sing."
Later I was the only one in the room, which had lots of crazy diagonal walls and frosted glass windows. I thought about trying to escape but instead I just posed as a janitor in the kitchen.
Then I was playing golf with my family in this snowy mountian landscape. I was trying to put vertically into this weird-shaped "cup" that was basically a gouge out of a cliff-face.
Then my parents flung my brother Dave with this biblical-style slingshot into an algae-covered creek. They did something to Mark, too, but not to me.
Maybe they felt bad because I was so horrible at mountain golf.

This is what a dream looks like.

2005-09-19T11:16:00.000-05:00

Two points, two questions.
Point 1: I am planning on this for my next dream. Point 2: Dreamcatchers should be involved in all notable art pieces, fo sho!

Question 1: Can someone put this picture as the header for the blog page? And someone rename the blog, too. Question 2: Have you ever seen anything as cute as that puppy dressed like Pooh and sleeping with that hunny jar?

Can you throw it o'er your shoulder?

2005-09-17T12:57:00.000-05:00

So last night I was in the Army. Not like you'd think, though... we're talking Continental, old-school type Army. Actually, come to think of it, I don't remember what color coat I had on -- blue or red... British red, I think. But it was old-school, and I was on this special team that did covert ops (with red coats on), and except for the guns, all of our equipment was high-tech & current. We got this assignment to blow up this bridge as someone important was going across it. So we maneuvered underneath it, completely undetected.... and when the motorcade came through, we blew it up & completed the mission. We emerged from underneath it completely unscathed, and had to run for our lives through this hilly field, with explosions & bullets whizzing by all around us.

I have arrived

2005-09-15T17:01:00.000-05:00

So after a long and painful journey, I have successfully posted to this blog.
But my most recent dream was a couple of nights ago and is barely memorable.
I was sitting at this table at the non-existent house of a childhood friend, about to play some board gamerwith her and her father. Unbeknownst to them, I was actually naked, but the tablecloth hid this, so I was not ashamed. Just a little worried about being found out. Luckily, this other girl that rode my bus in 6th grade, knew my secret and discreetly pushed my HC gym bag toward me. I'm assuming it had clothes in it, but I never got to find out if I somehow snuck (?) them on.

I hate these dreams

2005-09-14T09:12:00.000-05:00

Alright, I'm totally sick of having these dreams. Kurzen, what the frick, man? Basketball is so stupid, I thought I didn't care anymore, but maybe I do, I still have dreams. So last night, it started that I was driving in the snow and I'm me. Me right now, 25 and all that out of shape crap. I'm driving in the country and eveything is bluish and nighttime and winter and snowy. I'm near Huntington. I don't know where I'm going until I'm there and it's Platt's house. It's just about time for practices to start and I'm late this year but apparently I'm going to some team sleepover at the Coach's house. Neither Platt nor his wife are there and instead Jordan and Andy Kurzen are like "supervising" the guys who are playing for Huntington this year but are like 7 years old and playing on a little hoop in their pajamas with a foam ball. I walk in like everyone on the team should know me and say, finally, Matt's here! Like Jimmy Chitwood or something, but this doesn't happen.
I guess Kurzen knows that I think I'm gonna play this year and lovingly tries to talk me out of it before Platt gets home. This conversation makes me have a very scared feeling, because when Platt gets home he'll shoot me or something. Also, Andy has not volunteered for his position as babysitter for these tiny-toon sized ballers. He's under watch and is like a slave. I am very scared and realize that I cannot play well anymore anyway and try to get out of the house quick. The thing is I can't find the right door and the snow is getting bad to where I may not be able to drive. When I finally get outside there are helicopters like in Conspiracy Theory and I'm slipping and running and falling to my car. I take off and find that I have to live on campus again and start school over. I hate that I still deal with this subject subconsciously. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!

Feelin' Hothothot

2005-09-12T09:04:00.000-05:00

So, I had this two days ago but didn't have a chance to write it until now. It started with an old abandoned house and everything was shades of grey with some blues. There were lots of people that I knew who looked sick. I didn't know what we were doing, but supposedly we were waiting for breakfast that never came. All of a sudden the sun comes out and this like gameshow host/athletic trainer comes out from some trees with a microphone. He announces that there will be a competition in which we will be divided into couples and will have to go through this obstacle course and dangerous journey all mixed up into one. Then I notice that Amanda is my partner and the tree open like a curtain on a stage and we see this mountain/volcano and forest and river is our course.
We take off and lots of the couples are hilarious mixes. Phillips is with Pat Riley, Stephen is with Bowser's son from Mario World. Amanda and I are doing well over the rolling logs on the river and through the hiking trails. I realize that people are just randomly eliminated by just laughing really hard and turning around with arms around each others shoulders. When we get to the middle of the mountain, we have to enter into this volcanic entrance where it is kind of like the place where Froto goes to throw the ring into the fire. Except we have to walk across the lava for like 4 miles. The only way you could walk across was if you held this cold bottle of vodka and every step you took would instantly freeze the lava. I made it about halfway when Amanda and I were like, this is soo dangerous.