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Stone Statue of Ayn Rand

2010-06-20T18:21:00.002-04:00

I'm at a cocktail party with the ladies that I had met at the BMW Performance school. Supposedly, celebrities are also coming to this party. First Ann Coulter shows up and I'm not impressed. Then Ayn Rand shows up. I definitely want to meet her. But there is a huge line and I am holding someone's baby. The baby is a boy around 18 months old. He is round and solid, but pretty happy to be held by me. He is half Asian and is the son of a Japanese woman there.

I listen in on the people talking to Ayn Rand and I see Ann Coulter actually go up to her and say that she was a huge influence on her life. Ann Coulter reading Ayn Rand? You've got to be kidding me. How could I have something in common with that piece of trash? People come by and ask whether I'm in the "receiving line". No, no, I tell them, I've got to hold this baby right now. Finally, I notice that no one is in line anymore and the baby has fallen asleep in my arms. I look at the baby's mother, motioning whether she wants to take him, and she simply motions to just put him down somewhere. I find a spot on the couch to put him. The couch is a day bed with a quilt covering. I see that he likes his legs tight against his chest, so I lay him down on his side so he can keep his legs curled up. After I'm satisfied that he is in safely on the couch and won't roll off, I leave him.

I walk into the kitchen to find Ayn Rand. She looks very stately and almost larger than life. In her hands, she has a tea cup filled with coffee, but there is a lid that is still on the tea cup. A man in the kitchen tells her that she can't drink the coffee with the lid on. She immediately takes the cup and throws it against the wall with a triumphant look on her face. I think this behavior is kind of odd, but I let it go.

We start talking and I tell her that I closely related to Dominique in The Fountainhead. I also mention that I am in graduate school. She says that nothing changes your life as much as writing a thoughtful thesis for your doctorate. I reply, nothing changes your life like having children. I remember that I have a 9-year-old son and think, this isn't right, how could I be in graduate school and have a 9-year-old son? I'm not really 21 and in graduate school, I am 43 years old! (I hate when logic trips me up in my dreams.)

Ayn Rand walks away from the party and I watch from a window as she wanders into a park. I'm looking down at her and she looks very small, like she is a toy that is about 6 inches tall. I see her lie down in a small square clearing lined with wood railroad ties, that just fits her body. She looks like a little stone statue. Suddenly I realize that she is indeed a stone statue. The statue rolls a little bit and there is a frail old woman underneath. The real Ayn Rand was just tiny woman hiding inside the stone facade. I realize that at the party, her stone statue was being controlled by strings like a marionette. When she threw her tea cup, it was the puppeteer doing it and not her. But why did she need to hide inside the stone statue? She was frail but still beautiful.

Observations: This dream was directly caused by reading this PostSecret last week:

From PostSecret. Other responses:

-----Livejournal-----
It could've been worse, he could've read Dianetics or something.

-----Email Message-----
Reading Atlas Shrugged gave me the strength to pull myself out of an eating disorder; it saved my life.

The puppet analogy was in reference to updating this 6-year-old post on the puppeteer Igor Fokin last week.

I read Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead shortly after Adam was born. My friend Claire had given it to me years ago, but I slowly plodded through the first few hundred pages over the course of several years. She gave up on me, calling me a non-reader. Finally, when I was on maternity leave, I read the rest of 700 page novel while nursing Adam for hours on end. And then I read the entire thing again from the beginning. This was in an extremely small font, densely packed paperback. I have often thought about how I could have strove for individual greatness with my many talents, but have always settled for safe mediocre corporate jobs. I claim I don't have the creativity or the energy to create something great by myself, but in reality, I just don't have the guts.

It's also interesting that I mentioned relating to Dominique instead of Howard Roark. For years I always assumed that I was supposed to aspire to Roark's potential and ideal. Looking at it nine years later, I can see that my life choices more closely follow Dominique.

After this dream, I looked up Ann Coulter and Ayn Rand and did find references that "I've heard [Ann Coulter] revere people like Ayn Rand for her staunch right-wing idealism". Comments like this infuriate me because I believe that Ayn Rand is not a conservative. Anti-socialist does not equal conservative.

Obviously this dream means that it is time for me to read Atlas Shrugged. 1200 pages here I come!

Saving the Whales

2010-02-17T08:10:00.000-05:00

I'm on a fishing boat at sea, and there is some explosion nearby in the water. My right leg is injured, there are lacerations on my thigh and calf. The salt water really stings in the wounds. I'm wearing faded red cutoff jeans, so rip off a strip from my left leg for a tourniquet. The denim fabric is really old, so it rips easily. When I go to tie the fabric onto my right leg, I notice that it's not really bleeding that badly, it just looks raw and swollen. I just tie the fabric loosely onto my thigh just in case I need it later.

Then I noticed two baby whales on the boat. The were pretty small, about three feet long and apparently beached themselves on the boat after the explosion. Other people were trying to get them back into the water but they didn't want to go. I said that we should take them ashore for help and I would take care of them. I scooped them up into my arms, one in each, and they seemed to be happy. It was really nice to hold them, I could feel they were warm-blooded. I was pretty tired from my leg injury, so I laid down with them. I think they were cold, so they nuzzled up my shirt and settled on my warm belly. It was quite cozy.

By the time we reached the shore of Manhattan, I picked them up in my arms again and searched for help. I got separated from the rest of the crew because they told me to turn right at an intersection, where they turned left. I saw a vendor selling blue and white plastic whale balloons. I knew I had to hide the whales from the police, so I decided that if I saw one, I would pretend that I was just another vendor hawking whale balloons even though these whales were grey and quite real, and not clear blue plastic. I did walk by a police officer without incident, even with my bleeding leg. I searched the throngs of people for someone that could help us. Then I noticed an older woman dressed in a long white coat talking with her colleagues. She was a marine biologist. I walked up to her and asked her for help with these baby whales. I begged her because their skin was starting to get dry. She was taken aback by the sight of us, but eventually agreed to help.

She led us to a building and to a room full of showers. She was a little concerned whether the water was potable or not, but then felt it would be OK. I entered the huge shower stall which had stainless steel dividers and turned on the warm water. It felt really good. As the water filled the stall, I put down the whales. They were happy to be in the water again and rolled and frolicked around like seals. The woman said that she would take care of the whales from here and that I should get my leg tended to. I felt that the whales were safe so I left them.

Observations: My leg injury was definitely from shingles pain. Usually the pain just wakes me up, but this time they were just part of the dream.

Avelox Dream 2 - School Bus Police

2009-01-13T20:51:00.002-05:00

Lots of broken sleep and dream fragments on the second night of Avelox, but only one dream sequence with a semblance of a plot:

I'm at home on a school day and I read a story to my daughter about this girl who makes magic muffins. When you eat them, there is a surprise inside, a bee. The bee will buzz around in your mouth and when you open your mouth, the bee will fly out. We decide to make our own magic muffins and just use a chocolate chip for the bee. They turned out to be golden brown overfilled muffins and I put them in a cloth-lined basket like any proper domestic hostess. All of a sudden I notice the time and it is 5:15pm. OMG, that is an hour and a half since we were supposed to pick up Adam at the bus stop. I ask my husband frantically about it and he seems unfazed. "Didn't you hear the phone ring?" Apparently it did while I was in the shower while the muffins were baking. "Is he stranded at the school? What's going to happen to him?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Robinson will drop him off," my husband replies. And sure enough, a pair of headlights drive up our driveway.

My son comes in the door and I immediately embrace him. "I'm so sorry we missed you!" I exclaim.
"It's OK, mom" he replies and heads inside.

I notice that Mr. Robinson comes in as well as his two girls who are older than Adam. It appears that they want to stay a while. "Thank you so much for bringing my son home, Mr. Robinson," I say with utmost respect. He follows me inside and I begin to worry that he he checking out our home to make sure that we don't abuse or neglect our children. They see the huge basket of muffins, and I tell them to help themselves. My dining room is much bigger than in real life and it is positioned differently in our house. There are a row of metal shelves with gleaming pots and pans on them to separate the dining room from the living room. Thankfully, the house looks respectable, and Mr. Robinson starts looking around. He goes upstairs and I worry that he is going to peek into my son's room which is completely trashed with Legos. I hope that he doesn't ding me for my son's sloppiness. Thankfully, he only peeks into my daughter's room and looks satisfied.

Later that night, I'm in a town trying to cash in on some bottle deposits. I sit in front of a machine and feed it my cans and bottles. I leave the big two liter bottles for last and find that I can't get the last bottle to take. I keep trying and pushing and I get covered in a sticky purple gel. I look at the bottle and realize that it is not a soda bottle, but a huge squeeze bottle of Welch's grape jelly. I realize that I can't recycle this so I put it aside. I want to clean the sticky mess off my hands before I get my receipt, so I take some hand sanitizer from the dispenser on the wall and a bunch of paper towels to get my hands clean. A lady behind me starts to put her own cans into the machine and I tell her to wait, I haven't gotten my receipt yet. I quickly press the button grab my receipt with my hands which are covered in alcohol and leave. I get about 20 feet from the place and the lady runs after me with a copy of my receipt yelling, "It's you! You're the one who didn't pick up her son at the bus stop! You're not allowed to have that money, it's bail money!" OMG, I'm not sure what she is talking about. I start to run and she is yelling at everyone to follow me.

Observations: I think I was too traumatized thinking that I had to remember a dream for a daily Avelox post. Obviously, neither my husband nor I would ever forget to pick up our son at the bus stop. And I never get the deposits back for my cans and bottles, I just recycle them. But two nights in a row with oversized muffins! I always make them normal sized. So no more promises on Avelox dreams unless I have a really good one.

Avelox Dream 1 - Magical Party with Flying Cars

2009-01-12T17:25:00.002-05:00

I'm taking a course of Avelox, and supposedly you can have abnormal dreams. This first night's dream seemed pretty vivid, but normal in terms of dream content, at least for me. I figure it is a good excuse to add more posts to this blog!

It is wintertime and I'm at a work party which is on an island not to far from the hotel. With a few friends, I walk over to the party location which is held outside and covered with Christmas lights. As we get closer, I notice one of my co-workers putting finishing touches on an ice window. He's using a hose to spray a mist onto a cold surface, and when he removes the backing, it looks like a pane of glass, except it is made of ice. The ice window is amazingly clear and smooth but there are some ripples in it so you can tell it is ice. I look around and see many of these windows sparkling with the lights and all framed with fluffy snow like a collar. Some windows are square, some are round, some are tall and others line the walkway. I'm really impressed with his work. As we get closer, I can hear a band singing songs. It's not an ordinary band, they looks like three dimensional gingerbread people, not flat, but full-size people with oversized heads. They're singing a song that I know and we all start to sing along. Not only are they singing, they are making huge cupcakes and donuts with cream stuffing overflowing out of them. I think, I better not eat any of those. It seems like a perfect night and I look up and see that the sky is turning a beautiful dark blue. Against the snow frosted ice windows, it looks absolutely beautiful. I think, gee, I really want to take a photograph of this, but I gotta hurry and get my camera at the hotel, this blue color won't last long. I start to walk back, but realize that it will take too long, so I hop into a van that my mom is driving.

My mom was driving in the right direction, so I stop paying attention. Suddenly, I see the party place go by and I realize that we are headed the wrong way. I say "Wait, you have to turn around!" She said "I can't right now." Suddenly we are heading over a bridge to another island. I see that she is running a GPS and I can see that this island is pretty small and you can make your way back around pretty easily. I tell her to take the turnaround, but she tries to and goes off in another direction. We end up on another bridge going to another island. I tell her to slow down, we need to retrace our steps. We are whizzing around the map, skipping from island to island until one of the roads becomes a boat landing and swish we are suddenly in the water.

Great, now we have to rescue ourselves out of the water! But magically, the van floats. At this point, I'm tired of her driving and I take the wheel. I try to navigate the van back to shore. The van seems to run, very slowly, but it moves in the water. Once we get back to shore, I take the GPS and try to program the way back to the hotel. This GPS is strange, it opens into two screen left and right and it is very hard to control. I think I get the destination right, so I try the demo to see what roads it picked. It actually goes through a dramatization of the ride and I see the roads go by in fast motion. It comes to the edge of an island, and suddenly the car becomes a rocketship and flies over to the next island. Great, that's never going to work, this car can float but it can't fly! Now I gotta reprogram the GPS so that it doesn't do any flying routes.

I'm still fiddling with the GPS when I awaken totally frustrated.

Observations: The GPS was definitely like a Nintendo DS held sideways as you do in Brain Age 2 and that's what I was playing before I went to sleep. The whole route demo with the flying car looked like it was out of The Simpson's Hit and Run game. Definitely a lot of video game influences in this dream.

Halp! My Google Account has been hacked

2009-01-01T13:29:00.001-05:00

In my dream, I wake up and go to my computer. I click on my Gmail and find that I can't log in. I quickly move over to my blog and see the whole layout is messed up and all the posts are gone! I try to log in, but I can't. Someone has hacked into my Google account and wreaked havoc on all my stuff! I'm at a loss to what I should do, should I call Google? Would they even give a flying duck? I am completely traumatized and scared. Who would do this to me?

Observation: This indeed could be a reality if someone were to get a hold of my Google account password. And the fact that so much of my Internet interests are tied to one company only speaks to the fact that Google is becoming evil empire number two (Microsoft being number one, of course). But I suppose that I should back up my gmail, even though it is full of crap (easier to archive than delete sometimes), and back up my blog regularly. And maybe change my password every once in a while. Besides, who would care about my email and blogs? There are bigger fish to fry. And I doubt that Google will lock out my account, being the insurgent that I am...

Not a dream, but a joke

2008-05-10T14:33:00.000-04:00

I found this draft post lying around with a dream joke:

Always follow your dream, unless it's the one where you're at work in your underwear during a fire drill.

Becoming a Tech Writer

2008-05-09T21:57:00.003-04:00

I hear of a job opportunity as a tech writer that is about 40 minutes from my house. I take a bus there, get off and walk through what looks like an old European village. I reach the company and am greeted by the last tech writer that worked for my company. She tells me that I'm really going to like it here. I'm a little bit confused as to whether I'm there for an interview or if I'm starting the job. The brick building is a bit run down. The interior has peeling light green paint and dark red carpeting. I get tour of the facilities and then they want to show me my office. I say wait, I need to talk to HR. I'm pretty sure that I haven't accepted a job offer and they are acting like I have. First of all, I ask them, what's my salary going to be? It's got to be high enough to be worth giving up my job that is 15 minutes from my house. $175,000 they tell me. Wow, you want to pay me that much? And I would only have to be a tech writer? Sounds like a good deal to me.

So I let my ex-coworker show me to my office. She brings me to a room which looks like a bedroom with windows to the outside. The room is large, about 15x15 feet, and has a closet but no furnishings. Looking from the window, I can see an old mill next to a stream, very picturesque. My first real office with a door. Her office is adjacent to mine in the interior of the building and doesn't have a window. I ask her were the bathroom is. She brings me down the hall and shows me a large bathroom with communal tubs. She says that you bathe in here and proceeds to draw herself a bath and climb in. There are several bathtubs which are made by half height tiled walls with a seat built in. You would be able to bathe and chat with the person next to you. I'm beginning to feel like this is not a workplace but some kind of commune that I can't leave. But it doesn't matter because I'm getting paid so much.

Observations: I have been caught up in a blog writing contest that I had entered and it was the final night for voting. I also have spent the last week at work writing the on-line help for my software program. So for some reason I transformed myself into a well-paid writer in a commune!

Recursive Dreaming: Waking in a dream, only to realize it is a dream.....huh?

2008-05-08T14:26:00.004-04:00

I don't dream very often, so my dreams are normally short, and easy to explain.....

This was seemed to be a dream in a dream...or something to that affect.

In my dream, I was asleep in this Bed and Breakfast that I am currently staying at. I on the futon couch in the living room....just as I had gone to sleep on. Then, at about 1:00am (in the dream anyways)....I woke up when my friend came into the apartment (B&B), and started looking around in the dark.

I looked up, and they saw me, and sat down on the edge of the couch....

I asked how they got in, and said I was sure the door was locked. They told me the people across the hall were having a fight, and were embarrassed that she was seeing them fight and offered to let her into this room. (I should have realized there was a problem right there, because there is no room "right across the hall"....but I guess I was dreaming so...)

I then asked how they had a key to this room, and she said they must have been the Superintendents of the building....which I felt OK about for some reason.

I asked my friend if my daugher Kristen looked comfortable in the other room, and she said she had saw me first and hadn't peeked in there yet.

I decided to look in and check, and started to get up....as I got up, it was very difficult...like moving through ever thickening Molassas....at which point I exclaimed "Ok...this is a dream", and woke up.....but I didn't actually wake up....but I don't remember what happened next...

Later on when I did actually wake and put my feet to the floor...this dream was clear and in my head....but what happened after I stood on the floor (in my dream) was no where to be found.

I have no observation, except that I did to to sleep sort of lonely. I did think about everyone in my family, and my friends.....happy to have so many good people in my life.

I suppose seeing my friend who traveled all the way to NYC made me feel good and less lonely...but the dream inside a dream was a new thing for me!

Lost in the Elevator

2008-05-07T23:57:00.001-04:00

I'm walking towards a high rise building, but it feels like my old dorm. I'm walking with a girlfriend and we are talking about guys. She off-handedly mentions that she saw one of my old boyfriends from college lately. Really? I ask. As I step into the elevator, she waves goodbye and says, Oh yeah, and I slept with him. Whaaa? The elevator takes off, and I can't remember what floor I need to go to because I'm so befuddled by her remark. I'm convinced that I'm on the wrong elevator as the floor I need to go to doesn't have a button. It must be an express elevator, but where is it going? I tried to hit any floor to get it to stop, but it overshoots the floor. Where is it going? I press the first floor again and it starts to go down. It overshoots the first floor as well and stops in the basement. I get out just to get out of the elevator. I manage to get back outside and notice that the river next to the dorm is no longer a calm river, but a huge waterfall. Everything seems quite out of balance.

Observations: I had this dream shortly after reading this article on elevators (fascinating, worth reading all 8 pages). And a long time ago, I was driving with my SO and he mentioned that he had dated a friend of mine before he knew me. I got so flustered I missed my exit.

Golfing with a friend......

2008-05-05T17:02:00.003-04:00

I was on a tee at Ponkapoag Golf Course which looked like a combination of the 2nd hole on course #2 and the 14th hole on course #1. We were teeing off, and it was my drive.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...then felt the ball was too high.

I re-tee'd it up, addressed it.....then felt it was too high.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...and the ball fell off the tee.

I tee'd the ball up, addressed it...and I wasn't comfortable with my foot positioning. (bump in the tee grass)

It went on like this for about 1 hour.....and I never did get to drive the ball. I think I woke up frustrated.

CONCLUSION:
What this means, I do not know. It seems to indicate some hesitation I might have about doing something with them, but I just don't sense anything like that, so I am not at all sure.

Knitting Karaoke Pool Relay Race

2008-01-16T00:18:00.000-05:00

Sometimes the title says it all, here goes...

I'm in line for a relay race where I have to run up to a table and knit a row of stitches. There are lots of teams running this race and I'm trying to psych our team up by cheering them on. I have fairly large white plastic knitting needles in my hand, ready to jump in to knit my row of stitches. I imagine doing them with chunky off-white cotton yarn with colored speckles. When I get up to the front of the line, I realize that it's really a pool table and not a knitting table but I don't have a pool cue, only these knitting needles. I don't think hitting the cue ball with the knitting needle would work very well, and am relieved to see that there are spare pool cues to use. I run up to the table and line up the shot. I realize that it's been years since I've played and hope that I could still make the shot. It is a fairly easy shot, but I see that it is tricky. The ball is fairly close to the corner pocket and if I overspin the cue ball, it would go in too. But if I underspin the cue ball too much, it would roll back and drop into the side pocket. So I decide to shoot is slightly off center so that the ball would hit the bumper of the pocket before going in and the cue ball would bounce slightly to the side and avoid any pockets. I shoot and it goes exactly as I planned.

I run down to the next station which is a TV monitor replay station. I watch in slow motion as I wait my turn in line. I see that I'm wearing a short sleeve yellow plaid shirt which I don't like very much but looks OK. My hair is more styled than usual, with a long curl on the bottom which bounces as I run up to the table. When I get to the table, I see that I raise my knitting needle up to my mouth and start singing. I realize that karaoke was part of the race as well although I don't remember doing it. The song is in slow motion so I don't hear it and then I see myself line up the pool shot.

Observations: Been knitting a lot lately, obviously causing disjointed knitting dreams! I like this dream because it is full of details and watching myself on TV was an interesting twist as well.

Early or Perhaps Belated Christmas Present

2007-10-31T08:05:00.000-04:00

This is but a dream snippet, but the only part I remember. I remember recalling more of the dream earlier in my battle with the snooze-alarm, but as with all my dreams.....they get lost pretty quickly.

I was looking around the house for something, and having a great time doing it. I recall knowing what I was searching for, but at this point I don't.

When searching, I got to my wife's closet and was looking amongst the things on the top shelf when I found a sort of roll of what I thought looked like very-thin insulation. It was a very small roll for insulation....but it was sort of pink in color and kind of fluffy. (I twas only about 8 inches wide and the total length of it was about 2 foot long)

As I unrolled it I noticed that it smelled like tuna, so I took a bite. It was apparently some sort of dried tuna rol, but it wasn't quite like jerky. It tasted wonderful, and I stood there for a while eating it.....almost forgetting about the search I was just on and trying to figure out why it was there.

I'm not sure if I decided in the dream, or after I woke that this was probably a present that my wife had gotten for me last Christmas because this closet was one of her hiding places. (though she always hid things on the floor)

I'm not sure the dream went much past this.....but I know there was a lot more before...but the discovery of the rolled Tuna made me almost forget the prior search.

Not much of a dream......but my dreams are so few and far between I take what I can get!

2007-10-26T12:26:00.001-04:00

This is really just a snippet of what might have been a very long dream, but it is all I can remember. (please recall that I never ever remember my dreams....no matter how hard I try)

Last night I was driving in my car, and I believe I was on my way home. The road I was on was not a familiar one though and it was night time.

I was pretty much on the road all by myself, though I had the sense that it was a multi-lane road which would normally have other cars. But as I drove, things began to impede my travels.

First, my glasses became very fogged.....I was struggling to keep them fog free by rubbing and wiping the condensation away. I was able to stay on the road even though I was very distracted. (in fact, there was no memory of radio or passengers at that time)

I then found there was something covering the windshield. I sort of recall that it looked like snow, except it also looked like a bed blanket. It only partially covered the windshield in front of my face, but I was able to peek over to the right and see past it...but it then moved slowly over to the right to the point where I could only look to the right of it and see the edge of the road going by.

It was getting dark, and I was basically watching the grass to road interface and keeing the car just on the road. I came very close to hitting a telephone guide wire and when the road took a few twists and turns to the left I almost left the road. (or made me slow down)

I then remember that I had one of my daughters in the car. It would change from Kim to Kristen fr some reason...and it would seem I had both in there, but I remember looking around and seeing only one.

They were not worried about my driving, though I seemed to have a consern about staying on the road and getting us home w/o accident.

The windshield was still blocked, but as I started to feel OK about my driving, the car began to lose power. It was as if the fuel was running low or had water in it....the car began to skip and studder.....but I pumped the peddle and it just kept going.

I never did make it home, or to any road I knew.....I simply woke up. It seemed sort of like an "Old man and the sea" sort of struggle....though I never ended up with the fish. (and I guess he didn't either)

What does this mean......you've got me. Life is a struggle I suppose...and I suppose I was "winning" this one.....

Not a dream, but a joke

2007-10-02T14:44:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the lack of dreams lately, they have been too boring, personal or work-related. In this intermission, I offer you this joke:

Always follow your dream, unless it's the one where you're at work in our underwear during a fire drill.

- Unknown

Water world

2007-09-09T22:41:00.000-04:00

I'm in a building which houses several companies including my own (my last job). I'm there on a weekend and some of these companies are having holiday parties. I walk into one of the rooms, and it is full of kids playing games with water tables. There are sinks lined up against the wall with tubing contraptions that feed the water tables with rivers and boats. On the other wall are piles of presents for the kids to open later. I think, this would be a cool company to work for, my kids would love it.

I wander through this building some more. I walk through this hallway, which is lined with large slabs of rough cut granite. There are small rooms which are open to the hallway on one end and then narrow to a slit about 6 inches wide about 10 feet away. There is a shower head on one side of the wall, but no drain. The water from the shower flows to the other side of the room and out the slit in the wall. I peer out of the slit to see an open foyer below with a pool. These showers actually form a waterfall for the pool. I'm transported to the lower level and can see that several of the showers are running. This level is low enough so that you cannot see the people showering above. I think this is a really novel way to incorporate a necessary function with design art.

Observations: I had this dream the night after visiting the Charles B. Wang Center at the State University of New York at Stony Brook. Outside this building there is a waterway that trickles water through many long steps from one fountain to another.

Live Journal Posts As I Dream

2007-07-27T06:29:00.000-04:00

I guess I have been sort of worried about not being able to remember my dreams, so I suppose I actually had a dream that pulled all that together.....in a strange way.

I laid down to sleep (this is in my dream) and as I did I tucked a tablet PC propped up on the pillows above my head. As I slept I was going to take notes about that I was thinking/dreaming of.

I began this work right away, scrawling notes in. (apparently the PC had handwriting recognition as I did not have to type)

About 10 minutes into it, I realized that my two dogs were not making notes, and this frustrated me. For some reason I thought we had agreed that we would all take notes, so I poked at them to wake them up and remind them.

Mikey simply rolled over and had nothing to do with me....Elijah got upset and growled, but stood his ground and refused. I tried to ask them for input so that I could type it in, but they simply closed their eyes and went to sleep.

I was frustrated and typed in a long paragraph about this and put my head back down again.

Some time later a cat came into the bedroom and jumped on the bed to sleep. The cat looked familiar to me (for some reason....because I don't have a cat) but I was worried that the dogs would be territorial. But they could care less and just kept sleeping.

The cat however seemed to pick-up on the Journaling routine very quickly, and instantly started making entries. This actually bothered me because the laptop was laying very close to my ear and the cat was scratching the entries in with her claws and it was keeping me awake....so my entries then became about the cat keeping me up......and the cat complained about my complaining about her. (it was a regular dueling banjo's situation)

The alarm went off and I woke. (for real too)

NOTE: I typically wake before the alarm, and I might have awoke to a state with regret that I had again not remebered a dream....and in my half asleep state simply conjured up this story about how I might enter my dreams in real-time. I have no clue how or why the cat came into the picture.

Don't Break the Ice!

2007-07-10T22:54:00.000-04:00

I'm on a team with 2 other people that I seem to know, but not in real life. We are supposed to walk across this huge field which is made of 2 feet wide blue cubes all wedged together. They are suspended about 30 feet in the air. The cubes are not quite lined up together height-wise and some are looser than others so it is like crossing a rock pier except suspended in the air. The first team across the entire field wins of course. We start crossing and then there is a break in the cubes where you'd have to jump about 15 feet to get across. There is no way that we can jump that far, so I told the rest of the team that I was going to go back, climb down and walk to the other side. This would mean taking penalty points but I didn't see anyway around it. I wasn't going to try jumping across a 15 foot span with a 30 foot drop. My other teammates start getting angry with me but one follows me down. By the time we reach the break, we look up at the suspended cubes and the other teammate is still yelling at us that we need to jump. He said it wouldn't hurt if we fell. The floor is a gym floor covered in interlocking black rubber squares, somewhat padded, but not enough in my eyes. Then the teammate above leaps off and lands flat on his face with a huge thud. I turn away, not wanting to see the aftermath, but the other teammate runs over to him immediately. I start walking the other way, imagining the blood and mangled bones and wishing that it didn't happen. Miraculously, they come running up to me to show me that he is alright. Now, he gets angry with me for walking away. I start to apologize for walking away and that I didn't mean to desert the team and I feel terrible. I wonder how it is that he isn't hurt. Perhaps I'm in the Matrix...

Observations: This cube setup is very reminiscent of the game Don't Break the Ice and also this build-your-own arch from the Ecotarium in Worcester MA.

Thank goodness for rich relatives

2007-06-06T15:53:00.001-04:00

My family and I are driving around in Toronto in a car that is only a 2 seater and the kids and the luggage are stuffed in the back. It is roomy enough for them as there is a large space under the hatchback window for them to sit and play. We are trying to drive to Doug's cousin Allen's house but then remember that he has moved and we don't know where his new apartment is. Suddenly we see that we're being followed and realize that they want us because we've stolen the car that we're in. We drive faster to avoid these people but then the kids start asking to go to the bathroom. I suddenly remember that there is a another cousin that lives nearby so we quickly drive to their house. The address is a building on a city street, so we all hop out, run across the sidewalk, run inside and shut the door behind us.

I'm amazed at the beauty of this house, it is immaculate with tall ceilings, white walls, floor to ceiling windows, and perfectly polished medium-toned wood floors. In the foyer to the left of the door, there is a large table with a centerpiece that is a six foot long ceramic canoe used as a vase. The inside of this ceramic piece is colored from very pale blue to a deep cobalt blue. Inside are an arrangement of fresh flowers that reach three feet above the vase. We are greeted by Doug's cousin who looks like Kate Hudson with curly light brown hair and a warm smile. She is extremely friendly and happy to see us even though we came unannounced. We explain that we just needed to make a stop and also mention that there are people chasing us. She tells us that we're welcome to stay as long as we like. I ask, what do you mean by as long as we like? She says, since you're relatives, you could live here if you wanted, it's a family house. I ask, Permanently? for free? She says yes. I say, sure, let's look around. I start thinking that this would mean relocating to Canada and all the logistics of it but then I just let the house take me away.

Now, this house or rather building is huge and takes up a whole city block. The kids quickly see other cousins that they know and they bring them to the movie theater. I tag along behind them to see what it looks like. There is indeed a huge theater with about 10 rows of seats, a red and white striped curtain and a popcorn machine. The guy running the popcorn machine says that the peanuts are slow getting roasted, but the popcorn is ready. The peanuts are roasting in their shells over an open flame grill. I see him filling up bags of popcorn for the kids and he also has french fries and gravy. I think this is a weird combination, so I try a piece. It is actually quite tasty, but I didn't think Adam would like it because it would be too soggy. Next thing I know, I see him eating a bowl of them and enjoying it. I guess he likes this place. There are about 20 kids and they settle down for their movie, so I wander around some more.

I go up the stairs and am amazed by the beautiful architecture. There are windows along the round winding staircase and skylights above. Sun is streaming in from all angles filling the stairwell with radiant light. The railing of the staircase has two shiny metal bands that curve in a wavy upside down U shape. I look at these bands from above and think that this would make a great photograph. I want to run back to the car and get my new DSLR camera, but not just yet, need to explore some more. I finally get to the other side of the building and there is personal travel agency there. There are large light blue tiles walls with the tiles emanating in a stretched polar pattern from the lower left corner. The sign for the agency over the counter has a retro-looking map of the world in the shape of a football. Here the floors are shiny black tiles.

I walk back to the front of the house convinced that this is the place to live. I look out the window to see that the people chasing us have gotten a hold of our car, which is now clearly a silver Lotus. Someone from the house starts chasing after them on a skateboard. I don't feel too bad about losing the car or our belongings because we can get everything from this house.

Observations: This mysterious Kate Hudson-like cousin is probably Allen's daughter Lara who also lives in Toronto. In real life, she is not independently wealthy but she is nice as can be. I woke up from this dream at 8:05 AM already late for work!

Hail to XKCD

2007-05-29T11:45:00.000-04:00

Here is the original XKCD comic.

A living memorial

2007-05-05T00:41:00.000-04:00

I'm on a bus with a bunch of people, heading out to a gathering which I know is a memorial service for Carl Paul (in real life, Carl has been gone for over a year and a half). We arrive at our destination which is in a park with a large gathering tent. I take a seat in a white plastic folding chair. Everyone is dressed a bit like hippies, it is a beautiful day and the air is warm. We see Carl alive walking around greeting everyone, wearing his tan leather jacket with the fringes in front. I think that it is strange that he is here, as if he knew he was going to die soon, and wanted to get everyone together one last time. We are all seated as he walks around with papers to hand out to people. I stand up to help him, because I know he must be weak, but he shoos me away. Finally I get my papers and I realize that they are individually addressed and that is why he refused help. Along with the papers is a small box. I open it and there are two items inside, presumably things he wanted me to have after he was gone. One item is an old HP calculator, which I believe to be more valuable than my own HP 32S. I am really touched by this gesture as I know how dear this calculator must have been to him. The thought crosses my mind whether to hock it on eBay or keep it for sentimental value because I wouldn't really use it. I quickly think that this is an inappropriate thought to think at a memorial and try to get my mind back on the service.

Observations: Our minds often confuse the living and dead when we dream. I didn't know whether Carl had an HP calculator in real life, but he was the type of person who would treasure one. I tried to find the actual calculator from the dream, it seems to be an HP 38e, but I dreamt it was bigger and had more buttons. Of course, I don't necessarily have to dream of objects that must exist in real life!

Bowling on Twitter

2007-04-30T03:33:00.000-04:00

I'm going bowling with some friends and have to walk downstairs to the bowling alley. I'm trying to get a foursome, and I ask my friend Noorul, but she declines and then I remember that she doesn't like to use those communal shoes. I finally get another friend Marty as the fourth (can't remember the other two). While we are bowling, I think I'm doing well, but the score keeps hovering around 9. I finally realize that the scorekeeper is doing it wrong, subtracting points instead of adding them. Finally after we correct the scores, it is around 110. After the game, I go upstairs to a computer cafe. It is full of people with dark red walls and law office lamps with the green glass shades. I sit at a computer and try to write a twitter post about bowling. I can't seem to come up with anything and it is hard to type and see the screen which is tilted towards me on a slanted wall. My boss is standing behind me waiting for me to put up my post. I try to explain that this monitor is screwing me up. I type and it doesn't comes out witty or funny, and then it gets too long, over 140 characters. Imagine twitter anxiety in my dream!

Observations: This dream happened after I replied to geekparrot's twitter post about bowling, to which she replied here. Here is the transcript:

geekparrot: I bowled my best game ever - 144. Hee.
moonfever0: @geekparrot Awesome, real bowling is so much harder than Wii bowling!
geekparrot: @moonfever0 Well I'm still waiting to get my Wii, but yea, ain't nothing like the real thing.

Flaming Snowball Fight with Father Roderick

2007-04-16T23:45:00.000-04:00

Ok, so this entry might be a bit obvious....obvious to me as to where it probably came from. It comes from a dream I just had this past morning.

I was driving my car up a road that I had driven up many times. (though not one that I was at all familiar with in real life)

I came to the end of the road, which had turned into sort of a driveway. I noticed that it had not only begun to snow, but that the ground was suddenly covered with it. In fact, the car I was driving started to slip and slide as I drove it.

I ended up driving the car into a snow bank behind the house. (it was stuck) I got out and went into the house. Inside, the house was a very open concept.....but in this case, very, very open. So open that there was no furniture or appliances. In fact, I was searching for a place to sit and all I found were tables to stand against.

While in the house, I guess I was sort of jumped on by Father Roderick, the priest who created the Starquest Production Network (SQPN) and who produces the Daily Breakfast podcast. We started to wrestle and somehow ended up boxing....except we ended up battling it out inWii boxing.

Neither of us won, and we somehow transformed out boxing into a Wii snowball fight....which instantly became more real when we exchanged the Wii controller for real snowballs. The battle started in what looked like the Living room and moved out to the yard where there was plenty of time and snow to continue the battle.

I ran behind the house, only to find that my car was not only still stuck in a snow bank, but that it was now smoldering.....apparently ready to catch fire.

I tried to throw snow on it, but Father Roderick came around the building and started pelting me with snow. I tried to hide behind the car in the hopes that Father Roderick's snowballs would hit it and put out the fire.

He was in fact throwing very large snowballs, but they only put out the fire....but the car continued to smolder.

It was about this point that I awoke from my dream. As strange as it sounds, Father Roderick looked nothing like the real guy. In my dream he was very tall....but he at least did have a Dutch accent.

WHERE DID THIS COME FROM YOU ASK? Well, that is an easy one indeed.

Earlier that day I had dropped something off at Angela's house. (and it was snowing out when I did) While there, she showed me her house. (which did have furniture and appliances) She then showed me their Wii gaming system.

One of the games I played was Wii boxing, and one of the Avatar's on the game is of Fr. Roderick. (though I never boxed Fr. Roderick...I did play baseball with his avatar)

Where the flaming car came from....I have no clue.

OMG: Where did my car go?

2007-03-30T01:27:00.000-04:00

First of all, I want to say that I am a person who rarely remembers his dreams. When I mean rarely, I mean NEVER. I tend to only remember my dreams the nights I wake up with a fever breaking.....and I am luck in that I rarely get sick.

So this morning on the way to work I suddenly remembered the dream I had the night before. I quickly recorded it to my MP3 player since I was in my car going to work. (and had no paper or pen handy to take the notes.)

Here is the MP3 recording of how I described it this morning. (In that recording, I seem to have a stuffed up nose, so please bare with me)

In the dream, my Brother in-law Billy was over to my house for some reason, and he was now leaving in a bit of a hurry. I think he might have been late for work, but I only guess this because he would eventually motor up the street toward Manchester.

But as he backs quickly out of the driveway, he is doing so in a semi-out of control manner. As he swerves down the driveway, he cuts toward the mailbox and hits it. But he does not hit it hard enough to knock it over. (note: For some reason the maibox in my dream is on the opposite side of my driveway,,,and I'm not sure what the significance of this is)

Billy straightens himself out, and continues to very quickly back out of my driveway.

For some reason I had decided to park my Honda Civic out on the street, to the left as I look out my driveway. Then to the right, up the hill, I have a pick-up truck which is apparently also mine. (It isn't my old white Dodge, but some sort of a blue F150 and it is parked a little up the hill.)

As Billy backs down the hill he strikes my Honda civic, and as he does I see that the Honda seems to "lock bumpers" with the van that Billy is driving a van. (I note that Billy does not own a van, but rather a truck of some sort.)

When I see the cars locked together, I bolt from the front door and begin running down the driveway in my underwear and bathrobe....screaming for Billy to STOP, and waving my arms to get his attention.

I then notice that he is dragging my Civic up the street...and within a second or two he would be crashing into my truck. Well, he did and he began dragging both vehicles u the hill with him.

When I reached the end of the driveway, I remember seeing the civic sitting around unused. In fact, I thought I saw the Civic "fall-off" the van and I decided to shower and take my time retrieving it.

So my shower seemed to take forever (my dream shower mind you) and by the time I got back up the street, the civic was gone. In fact, there was a crowd of people where the Civic was, and the car was nowhere to be found.

I walked further up the street, only to find more party people and little clues on where my car and truck might be. So no matter how much I searched, the car was lost.

I continued to walk up the street towards RT3A, but no car was to be found. (the crowds of people were having fun as I came up to them)

I never found the car, and woke up about when I made it to RT3A. I never did find Billy, or my cars/truck.

What does it mean...who knows. A more interesting questions to me is, how is it that I remembered this dream over any of the others I have probably buried in my subconscious.

(BTW: I think my verbal recollection of this dream is better than my write-up here. It might have to do with the fact that my eyes are crossing from lack of sleep as I type this :-)

Multi-colored pasta

2007-03-03T22:36:00.000-05:00

I'm eating in a fancy house which is not mine and we are cleaning up the dishes. I'm supposed to put away the leftovers of the pasta dish, which was barely touched. The large round dish is full of spaghetti with different colors in each quadrant: green, blue, yellow and red. There is more green than any other color. In the center is a pile of shredded beef or pork. I try to pull some of the green pasta up but end up getting some of the other colors as well. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to keep these colors segregated or not, but I manage to slide the whole dish into the container. Then I'm at the sink, looking out the old white painted double paned window and see everyone playing outside in the green grass. I'm wondering why I'm slaving over the sink, am I a servant here or something? I go to take a shower which I know is in a closet of a bedroom. The closet is now filled with boxes and then I realize that it's been years since this shower has been used.

Observations: Yes, this one is pretty disjointed, but I really liked the multi-colored pasta. At some point I also got very angry and upset, but I really can't remember why.

Swimming upstream

2007-02-13T22:20:00.000-05:00

I'm in a house with all of my fellow co-workers. We are working on an assignment where we are to explain why the water from the river next to the house flow up through the pipes and sprays from the top of the chimney like a fountain. There are no pumps and it is a natural physical phenomenon. I try to guess capillary action, but they say no because the pipes are about 6 inches in diameter. Then my co-workers figure it out and try to explain it to me and I don't understand at all. I keep saying "I don't get it" and feel really dumb.

Next, I find myself in the river next to the house wading across to get to some balls on the other side. I believe these balls are the magic key to the upwardly flowing water. I'm stepping barefoot through some wet mossy areas, and then I realize that the river gets deep and start to swim across. Suddenly, I see my 3-year-old daughter in the river as well and try to tell her not to go in too far because it is too deep. She doesn't listen, so I have to scoop her up and swim with her to the other side. It is hard to swim against the river, but I manage to get to the other side. I grab the balls which look like multi-colored tennis balls and then swim towards the slider of the house. There is no dock or anything, the river runs right up the the slider. I help my daughter up and then hop inside with the balls and my sloshing wet clothes.

Observations: My 6-year-old son is now in the habit of saying "I don't get it" all the time. Earlier that day I was left off the a distribution list for a list of problems from our customer and felt out of the loop. My solar system is also broken, spewing water all over the roof when the pumps are on (no magic there!).