Pay attention dammit
Jesus christ, I'm reading back on my old posts and I don't even remember them. Stop being such a lazy shit and flesh out the stories. Turn the shower on, start typing, and simply shut the water off until you're done typing, I'm sick of this crap. Two stories about tornados and I don't remember either.

Almost forgot

Two parts, same setting -- 1697. I was working alone on drive-through, and there were several cars backed up in the line. It must have been around 11am, considering how the second part played out. Everything was in a pretty bad panic, and I wasn't concentrating on any specific thing. I kept saying "I'm sorry I'll be with you in just a moment" over the headset, but the man would keep ordering, changing the order each time. Unless it was a random detail, he was driving a late 90's black Silverado. One was a "Catering Pan Spaghetti"... either chicken parmesan or meatballs. I'm leaning more towards chicken parm.

Slight time jump occured, It was mid-afternoon, maybe 2:30 or so, and overcast skies. I was in street clothes and walked into the store. All the interior lights were turned off, and somebody informed me that Chris was fired. Despite the restaurant being apparently closed, all lights off, Brittany, another coworker, and I all continued doing random slack-tasks. Brittany and I talked for a minute or so, then I woke up.... and went to work.

[[Remember: The Brittany up in Oshkosh, skinny redhead. Not the half-black half-mexican jewish girl in Fondy]]

I found myself in possession of Jenny's SD card, and she was nearby so I could get the pictures off it for her. The setting was unique, rather mid-level computer on a simple desk, against a wall, with an entryway to the right. [Blonde Jenny.]


Jumped to a new dream. It was a large piece of land that was fenced in with large concrete walls on all sides. The upper quarter was land, with a dock, and the rest was water. We were all in the water, near the bottom wall. It seemed to have been some sort of party for me, but I had gotten in trouble, as my ankles were cuffed together. I didn't see the land outside the wall, but I do know there was a Wal-Mart off to the side.

Phone's Notebook

Oldest first...

Living in some much bigger house... with more open rooms and more glassy items... five girls (about 21 years old) must have spent the night, all brought boyfriends, and all used up all the showers. I went to the master bedroom for the shower there, but somehow ended up at the front door where Ramone was... some sort of volunteer work. Didn't want him there, but he said with the volunteer thing he couldn't leave. I go outside, and it's the front lawn of the original house, but packed with cars. I see Samantha, and start running to find Malee. After waking up, I realize Samantha had black skin, but still blonde hair.

Crap, where am I?

Been a while, don't remember what the hell happened. Most recent dreams are about a thousand 'ten second' events.

Last night's included:

• Moving bread from under the steamtable to the reach-in cooler.... then I was curled up near some large tree in an enclosed arboretum, with Danica's voice behind me... turns out that translated to me being curled up in bed IRL... just waking up when Charlotte texted me.
• Pulled the van into the turn-around thing.... and instead of being yard to my left, it was a thirty foot drop into water. Front tire started sliding, I didn't want to move and screw up the balance.... mom managed to pull the van ten feet away?
• Someone I don't know, us playing games, laying on floor together, apparently some sort of connection to Kelcee, but with a different person
• 'inside-a-game' type of thing, it had to be something like Driver 4... I noticed the camera sucks, control sucks, game sucks.
• Messing around in, I think it was a hospital.... but I know I saw a motorcycle opposite on the second story or so. Someone else was with me, someone I hadn't seen in a while.

i quit

At work, apparently a tornado off to the east. Me, Judy, Shawn.... bright enough inside, laying next to malee, she was 'friendly'

went to pick up the van after getting brakes done... new brakes in place, but entire powertrain lying on the ground in pieces under the van

at work again, woman ordering 6 baked chicken parms.

Woken up several times....

First dream: For some reason, got a second paycheck not even halfway through the week, $529. Box and a half of pizza crusts on kitchen counter in old house
Second dream: I was biking (it was unusually difficult, like my knees weren't working right) and I was at another more "higher class" high school where the church is in relation to Fondy High. Something about not biking on the grounds, etc
Third dream: All of us casually preparing for prom / hanging out. I had a date, don't know who, dark hair.

Been a while

Not many dreams lately.

One was at work or something, we had a tornado. Seemed rather calm.
Another was work again, power failure, numerous cars in drive-through, and two buses at 9:30 after we got the kitchen clean
Another was at the old house, but looked much newer. Parents put up posters of maps of where the old and new house were

I don't remember any details

quick notes

order near Franklin
andrea [skinny one, dan's friend] orders
inside, very old kitchen
upstairs supposed to be uninhabited, big mess / slob. two bathrooms, fridge

First real dream

Been a while since I dreamed...
At work with Kelly, seeing a few dark clouds "Not this crap again"

I recall being in the van, seeing Emi Krug in a different car (an Astro)... we both drove somewhere, cops came towards us with lights flashing.... went right past us and stopped some guy who was yelling with a knife. About that time my van became the motorcycle and dusk became day. Some kids with old refrigerators and microwaves were going to make a fort.
After a bit I became aware I was riding the motorcycle, and as such, began mis-shifting, ignoring the clutch, etc... broke a chain going to the front tire, ended up at a garage. Mom's phone was going off, dad told me to shut it off.

Worst Day Ever, or Worst Day Ever?

Get home from work around 12:30AM, go to sleep.
Wake up, shower, head to Biolife, and they notify me that my iron is too low. No plasmapheresis, no $40.
Pick up my paycheck. $349. Cash it and fill up my tank, $110.
Get to work for my first shift (11:30a-1:00p). It much busier than we expected. We make half our daily projected guest count and sales in just 90 minutes. End up getting out at 2:30.
Get ready for my second shift (5:00p-1:00a). As I walk out the door, my 11-month-old Border Collie dog runs out the door. It's already starting to rain, lightning, and tornado sirens. Manage to coax him back inside.
Driving to work, a semi heading my way. I try to slow down and move to the side. My car hydroplanes and won't respond to either steering or turning, me doing 50 heading straight for a semi. Get traction at the last second and avoid the truck.
Rain is horrible on the way to work, trenches under tires.
Get to work and we all sit around, not clocked in. Storm gets bad. The clouds would randomly switch which direction they traveled every couple minutes. Suddenly all the windows on all sides of the building were plastered with water. We all headed to the men's room for safety.

No tornado, we all sit around some more... a little dinner rush. Close some more, getting another rush around 9:00...
Close occurs, lightning continues, the storm is just hovering above us it seems.

Get a call that Oshkosh is in a state of emergency

Sara calls me, she got caught in water and her car killed, should she try restarting it tomorrow? "No"

Get done with work, head home. I notice standing water too late, and I'm in it. I keep a steady pace, trying not to splash water too high. I hear shouting, and there's people at the gas station across the street saying "It only gets deeper, it's safer over here". So I turn to the gas station, but the entrance of the driveway dips me just low enough that my engine sucks up water, killing.

Turns out, had I just gone straight, everything would've been fine -- even Saturns were making it across, just as long as they went slow and smooth, while I saw a Charger R/T Daytona completely die in the middle of the water because he was trying to race through it.

Walk back to work, Shawn is kind enough to try to get me home -- we end up taking five different streets to avoid standing water.

So here I sit, wearing only a towel, 2:44 AM, worst day of my life. My health is low, my bank account is empty, and my car's engine has water in it.

June 4th

Closing at work has prevented me from getting decent dreams... all I remember about this morning's is sitting in the van, listening to music, and trying to find the "Fishing Supplies" section at Wal-Mart for a cheap lantern, with Wal-Mart having a JC-Penny type thing added on to the left side beyond the grocery store.

Previous night

I usually use my cell phone to quickly take note of the dreams. Maybe I should stop, here's what my phone's notepad says:
Radioacte oranges biked on someones lawen sparke hacking my shit convu of failed dream guy for interview extreme obESTE BACKGRONN dishes baby cool towel

So, I don't remember what the hell my dreams were, and I know they were pretty epic. Especially that last one that ended up being "dishes baby cool towel"


The "radioactive oranges" I thought was supposed to be snakes, maybe it was oranges. Something deadly being unleashed on us all.

Biked on someone's lawn.... they had a perfect lawn, I ended up going across it, tires locked up, dug a nice channel in it.

A friend on a small chat program starting messaging everything on my screen.

I think the convu of failed dream.... oh yeah.... I had a dream where it was almost like a game, because you had to treat this guy exactly right or he'd get pissed off and the dream would 'end'. You had to talk to him like a child. The backgronnn thing, I don't remember. Perhaps bathroom, he would follow you in there, sort of a precursor of how messed up the next ten minutes would be. It would occasionally switch between a third person video of an old guy, then me in first person. Dishes sounds familiar, but I don't remember the exact event. Baby cool was supposed to be 'Baby Book', he wanted me to get him a book called "Future ...." something. He then requested a towel from a stack on top of a refridgerator (judging from the texture) in the room, saying "The green one". There was no green one, kept pointing to different ones, until I had to ask like to a child, "Is it in the other room?". Dream ended abruptly.

Just woke up

Oh crap.

Scene 1: Not much remembered, travelling across the country, came across a hotel on a hill that has made an appearance numerous times before [Not scary, actually seemed as an enjoyable experience with a water park / indoor pool and all]. Tried to locate a friend

Scene 2: Old house, no abnormalities. First part was one of those general "something with trains and me getting in trouble" vague dreams. Second part was messed up in it's oddness in general, me trying to keep Nutmeg and an unidentified cat in a crib on the hill behind the neighbor's house? Using stuff like screens to keep Nutmeg from jumping out. In a GTA-style release system, I was holding Nutmeg but took my eyes off him, so another one spawned next to me. Picked up both Nutmegs (lol, clone), went inside. Interior was modified form of new house. I was in the garage, my parents bought new cars. Both were dark red Ford Mustangs, but rather than looking like sports cars, they looked like luxury cars, as if there were a $100,000 '08 Toyota Camry [Based on it's design, it had cues from the new model Camry]. In front of the rear fender flare was one of those air grills, but the shape was almost like a disjointed, stretched, tilted 8.

Scene 3: House was a mild hybrid between new and old, we were in the dining room of the old house. My mom initially rejected whatever we were doing (something like Christmas, but no presents?). I asked Dan to take some of my tools down to my bedroom, he disappeared. I went on the computer, all my bookmarks were labelled "That stupid guy's files", "FUCK OFF", etc... we could hear Dan yelling about something, then Mom yelling "Paul, Dan wants to talk to you". End at a combined loud noise in my ear and a sudden sensation of feeling, waking up instantly. Rapid heart beat and all.

May 29 2008

Scene 1: In school, wrong room [Similar to Elementary School art room with the big-ass kiln replaced by a computer], with some intermixed scenes of us having some student version of a Japanese game show. The first contest was like, whoever could get their body painted red, blue, yellow, and green from jumping in vats of liquid. Second one was where you had to choose between getting sand in your eyes, fingers crushed, or electrocuted. I believe I chose getting my fingers crushed, but don't remember it happening.

Some time jump, it's a more civilized classroom. Half of us had instructions to something, other half didn't. There was a copy of the instructions on the computer, so I opened it up. Larsen got pissed and ignored me as I explained how there's a copy on the computer. Sat down, suddenly the room is cramped with twice as many desks as there's supposed to be. Different unrecognized teacher appears, we rearrange desks, I'm next to 17yo brunette, she's got psychotic writing on a notebook.

Time on digital clock is 11:30, and remains as such [Most dreams have digital clocks changing randomly or displaying words]

What's all this then?

A 'dream journal'. I have some really, really screwed up dreams, and I want to keep track of them. My dreams have a tendency to change without warning, which I'll refer to as different 'scenes'. If it's "Scene 1" and "Scene 1b", the two scenes are on the same storyline, but with a gap that I didn't experience. Scene 2 will be something completely different.

Sometimes a scene is either forgotten or too short to explain,. so a brief sentence is put down.

Obviously dreams can be influenced by outside events. That's listed under 'references'.

I'll try to update this blog thing every morning. Wake up, turn on the computer, shower, check my email, post.

in b4 first post

Scene 1: In a line to get into some Mexican country, Honduras was written somewhere. The queue was similar to a haphazard Six Flags line. You could pick from one of two or three beginning points that merged back together ten feet later, then split again, etc... Carley was in front of me, hoping they wouldn't question a tiny glass bottle of "water" she had. I noticed she was losing her hair and had a number of cuts. LSD? We got through, with the two guards at the door thinking I was somebody from a commercial. Entered a a field house with various plates. Found one that seemed kinda nice, sort of a plate of chicken parmesan. There was a label, something involving "Grandfather", suggesting it was a boiled or steam-cooked breaded chicken breast to make it tender. Wandered around trying to find something else, all tables were full.
Scene 1b: Sill in Honduras, but the setting in the latter half was similar to near the reach-in at work, merged with an open room with tall windows (Hillel) Tried calling my parents on my cell phone. Mom's voicemail suddenly had a Spanish accent, and a blurb about dialing international. Called Dad, no ring. Called Mom again, having Carley listen. I asked "Does it sound like she has a Spanish accent?" "Yeah". Started panicking about being stuck in a corrupt country, etc, etc, made plans for the border, end of dream.
Scene 2: Set at the old house with the camper out front. Dan whining about something to do with a radio show or something, I got it playing on the camper, I was jacking up the rear of the camper at the scissor jack.


Unknown Scenes: Something involving my brother at work, and I had five or six cell phones on the cash register counter.


References: Jacking up the camper is from jacking up the van to inspect the rear brakes (Can't get the drum off). Carley being a prominent figure in the first scene may be from hearing a voice identical to Amy's in drive-through earlier.