Dream - August 19th, 2008

I woke up this morning to my roommate screaming get out of the apartment now.

For some ungodly reason, he decided to follow a recipe in a Jules Verne book and make some Nitro-Glycerin.

I don’t know where exactly in the process he was, but apparently he thought our apartment, and probably most of Lloyd District was gonna blow up.

It didn’t.

…..

So on my way out, I grabbed my bike.

As I was calmly biking to work, two large Italian men ran past me. I stopped to see what all the commotion was. A third man crashed into me (knocking me and my bike down). Quickly he got up and ran after them firing random shots in their general vicinity. Just as I was beginning to compose myself, an officer of the law, demanded to commandeer my bike. And for some ungodly reason, I decided to say, “Roger that”

Apparently “Roger that” must be police code or something, because he immediately assumed that I was an undercover agent, because he hopped on the handlebars and said, “You drive, I’ll shoot.”

So I shift into low-gear and start peddling (probably to my own demise) in the general direction of two fat Italians, and one scrawny looking one that would make Woody Allen look like some Actor-turned-Californian Governor.

I peddled fiercely as he fired round after round and a seemingly random pattern.

My ear drums were pounding from the echoes of the shots bouncing of the building walls.

It was crazy, I mean small children WITH BALLOONS were running for cover.

As we gained on them the officer jumped the scrawny one and told me to keep going and get the other two.

So what did I do?….well naturally, I took a turn onto Taylor street, as I was running a little late for work.

Hopefully the cop isn’t upset with me.

DREAM: Architecture

As if dreaming about the AutoCAD isn't the pits already; I had a dream that is totally office related. It makes me want to take a vacation.

Highlights From the Dream

The interiors department was practicing drawing by sketching a bicycle handlebar

Amber D. and I were busy trying to light Cigar sized candles for Brians birthday cake.

Andre A. was busy arguing the finer points of the Cleveland Brown Athletics Department with me

Derek M. and Brendan S. were taking paperwork home, preventing me from being able to do my work, which really frustrated me.

And Lexy L.'s daughter is giving a lesson on color theory (which is odd, because in my dream she is blind)

NOW

What does it all mean????

I do know this:

I should buy a bike.

Amber's Birthday was fairly recent.

I have never argued with Andrea...and I wouldn't know the first thing about The Cleveland Browns.

Lexy's daughter is not blind.

and

"SOMETIMES A CIGAR IS JUST A CIGAR"

DREAM: Speaking French

its an odd world when this is what i dream
.......
"I'm learning french"
"Oh really what can you say?"
"Well, I can say 'yes' and 'no'"
"Is that all?"
"No, I can also say, 'It's a rather unfortunate accident that the orangutan was born with only one arm."
........
or maybe I am just odd

DREAM: Dying in Dreams

I am at Silver Creek Falls State Park...only it is inside the EMU, by all the ramps on the east side...my father has committed a crime...or is going insane...or both. He is supposed to be arrested for a crime he committed....perhaps his crime is his insanity. I take it upon my responsibility to arrest him...even though i am a civilian...not a officer of the law. In trying to capture him we throw eachother all over the park...building....ramps....area. We fly through the air....in the nature of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. In fact we have a fight with staffs...Bo's...if you will. I grab his ears and slam his head into the ground....blood gets all over the place. We fight some more....until I grab a clear pint glass...empty...and throw it at his face. It shatters sending shards of broken glass all over...bloodying his face. He is now arrested....he shakes my hand....the broken glass imbedded in his hands cuts my hand. I am arrested for assault with a deadly weapon...taking the law into my own hands....something....somehow....I am charged with a crime...sent to prison...given the death penalty....by lethal injection. As I lay on the bed...my final bed....the needle goes into my arm...the pain tickles....aches....hurts...pierces. I feel the drugs surge up into my body....coursing through me...to my toes...my fingers...my arms...my chest....until it reached my head. Things get hazy bizarre wavey...High. Capital "H" My bed turns into blue water, with the consistancy of lava....wavey....bubbley. It bubbles up and around me....as the drugs kick in, I sink into the bed.... I am dying. I know that once the blue engulfs me I will be dead. Blue bubbles pop over my eyes...my legs and arms are now engulfed in blue...my torso sinks into the blue....the end is near....finally all that is...is blue...my head has sunk beneath the blue. I have died...I know it....there is no doubt in my mind. But death is not what I thought....it is an extension of life....with a lack of clarity. All I see looks different....what is it....how is it different. Then it hits me. Everything has lost color....it is not black in white....but rather sketchy....like with colored pencils....it is sandy....like little dots of color with white space inbetween the dots....i have fallen into a anitmated world where everyone is the same....but they lack texture....dimension....reality. I drive around....in a video game like simulation....on a sled that moves forward, to the side, and up....though I travel in no particular direction....but I do know that I am running from something....are the officers now after me. Did I commit a crime again...how could I....I am dead...obviously.....everything is unreal....sketchy....sandy....grainy....dimensionless. I find my way to a restaurant....situated inside the trunk of a tree....I go downstairs....my wifes family is there....the reject me....tell me that I do not deserve to dine with them....that I am no longer a part of their family....I run away weeping...sobbing....bawling...knowing that there is nothing I can do...because I am dead. I am dead to the world....dead to them....unimportant....just a sketch...dimensionless. Dead....Dimensionless.