Depot Blues

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

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?

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

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!

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

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.

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?