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
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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.
Monday, June 2, 2008
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.
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.
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.
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