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.