I had stayed at g&g's house and it was time to leave. g&g went out to the car where Mom and Jacqueline were, and Dad and I got my stuff so we could go. But as we did this we found a bunch of things we needed to clean up for them since I made a mess while I was there. I hurried to put a bunch of different-sized batteries in this box, and I tried to put the small ones in a visible place so that Grandpa wouldn't have to look through everything just to find a small battery, but they all fell through to the bottom of the box. Then I was washing their dirty sponge with my sponge, and the red on the sides was slowly washing away while everyone waited for me.
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An important man whose looks resembled those of Obama had just won an important battle and was being interviewed outside (the setting was a picture I saw on Joseph Walery's Facebook last night that was randomly chosen from a flickr album) after he won an award for being a patient and strategic war leader and hero (like Odysseus, from what I heard in my HUM lecture). I felt nervous for him while he talked. Sure he just won an award for being great, but that doesn't mean he can slack off and stand out in the open like this! Then, thankfully, I saw him stop talking and look off to the side, and then he slipped into the building behind him into safety. He had just averted an attack. Well, actually he didn't, because inside were a whole bunch of alien cartoon figures that just loved to pick people from the street and beat them up and eat parts of their bodies. It looked like a chaotic assembly line where a figure did something to someone and then threw him off to the next figure (there were multiple floors, so he may have been thrown in any direction) so something else could be done to him. I saw two of the cartoon guys on the top floor that were friends, and the guy on the left said that they were thankful for train stations because they gave them people. I suppose it was underneath a train station, where the machinery that makes the trains run is.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Nap on 2011-01-29
A girl was explaining something to me and someone else while we were walking on the sidewalk on a sunny day. She spent a while explaining what she was going to show me. It was something that she had written earlier in school, and she just came across it today, and something I said reminded her of it. She kept explaining but I didn't understand what she said because I stopped paying attention for a second, then she showed me this document in a special place in her school folder, and I read it. It was messy writing, but I could read it if I didn't try to look at the letters. When I finished reading, I had no idea what I had just read. Then the other person told me to finish the last 2 lines, which I missed. Then I at least had an idea of what I was reading about, and it was about the war. There was a lady at the war who said to a young man that it was she that was going to die, not him, because it was her time.
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Nighttime: I was inside this small store shopping with Dad. I went to the freezer section and got the edible pinecones that Dad wanted for Christmas, and I also saw the cinnamon sticks and got those too after trying one of them and realizing they actually tasted good. I carried the bags of edibles to Dad, and he was talking to someone that worked there, asking for two ambulances. "Do we really need two ambulances?" I asked him. I finally convinced him that only one ambulance would be necessary to bring the cinnamon sticks from around the back of the store to our car in the front. But in the garage in the back, the manager said that they had two available for us, so we used two. The guy that was pulling up the ambulance for us realized that something he had to do was already done for him. Dad said he had did it before he came into the store, so the man gave a jolly laugh and thanked him. It was apparent to the man and me that Dad had been here before and knew what to do. When we got to the front, Mom, Jacqueline, Betsy Barta and Bill Daley were waiting with the car, watching Roxy and Grandma's small gray skinny dog. Billy told me that he figured out a trick to get one of the dogs to stay in the car.
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Nighttime: Mom, Dad, Jacqueline and I were at a restaurant called Rudebegors. (This is an actual restaurant, but I don't remember anything about it in real life.) There were a bunch of narrow stairs to get up. When we went to leave, I had the job of getting the car down. I didn't see how I was supposed to do that, considering that it was impossible. But Mom told me to just drive down the stairs. At first I thought it couldn't be done, but then it was so simple and easy! Thanks Mom--just gotta drive the Hummer down these narrow pedestrian stairs--how did I not think of this? Then we got down and we had to throw the trash from our food away. I went back up the stairs and a young waitress working at the restaurant didn't know that the trash I had was from eating at their restaurant but she thought I was just another outsider coming in to their place to throw away my trash, so she gave me this grunt and this look. But when I got to the top of the stairs, our waitress saw me and smiled, and I was relieved.
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I was sleeping on the carpet downstairs at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and I was alone and it was dark. The fireplace was lit and big, and located in front of the windows. I was trying to put it out because it was too hot, and I realized that if I opened the door and aimed the edge of the door at the fire, it would spit wind at the fire and put it out. So I aimed it at the fire and put almost all of it out, but then when there were just a few sparks left, huge flames burst back, which was frustrating, and so it took a little while. It was like a video game in a way, but I had to be careful since it was g&g's house. After I put it out I went upstairs and slept on the floor in the master bedroom.
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Nighttime: I was inside this small store shopping with Dad. I went to the freezer section and got the edible pinecones that Dad wanted for Christmas, and I also saw the cinnamon sticks and got those too after trying one of them and realizing they actually tasted good. I carried the bags of edibles to Dad, and he was talking to someone that worked there, asking for two ambulances. "Do we really need two ambulances?" I asked him. I finally convinced him that only one ambulance would be necessary to bring the cinnamon sticks from around the back of the store to our car in the front. But in the garage in the back, the manager said that they had two available for us, so we used two. The guy that was pulling up the ambulance for us realized that something he had to do was already done for him. Dad said he had did it before he came into the store, so the man gave a jolly laugh and thanked him. It was apparent to the man and me that Dad had been here before and knew what to do. When we got to the front, Mom, Jacqueline, Betsy Barta and Bill Daley were waiting with the car, watching Roxy and Grandma's small gray skinny dog. Billy told me that he figured out a trick to get one of the dogs to stay in the car.
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Nighttime: Mom, Dad, Jacqueline and I were at a restaurant called Rudebegors. (This is an actual restaurant, but I don't remember anything about it in real life.) There were a bunch of narrow stairs to get up. When we went to leave, I had the job of getting the car down. I didn't see how I was supposed to do that, considering that it was impossible. But Mom told me to just drive down the stairs. At first I thought it couldn't be done, but then it was so simple and easy! Thanks Mom--just gotta drive the Hummer down these narrow pedestrian stairs--how did I not think of this? Then we got down and we had to throw the trash from our food away. I went back up the stairs and a young waitress working at the restaurant didn't know that the trash I had was from eating at their restaurant but she thought I was just another outsider coming in to their place to throw away my trash, so she gave me this grunt and this look. But when I got to the top of the stairs, our waitress saw me and smiled, and I was relieved.
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I was sleeping on the carpet downstairs at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and I was alone and it was dark. The fireplace was lit and big, and located in front of the windows. I was trying to put it out because it was too hot, and I realized that if I opened the door and aimed the edge of the door at the fire, it would spit wind at the fire and put it out. So I aimed it at the fire and put almost all of it out, but then when there were just a few sparks left, huge flames burst back, which was frustrating, and so it took a little while. It was like a video game in a way, but I had to be careful since it was g&g's house. After I put it out I went upstairs and slept on the floor in the master bedroom.
night of 2011-01-28
I was at the Foothill Library, except the library had many more computers than it normally did. There were 20 computers up in front where the administrators were sitting, and then some more computers for the students and then there were racks of computers where people slept with their gaming machines and played games and camped out all day. One of the administrators was conducting a restart of all the student computers and I saw them all change screens at the same time. When it got to the log on phase, I saw a rather buggy script running that caused the users frustration. It looked like the work of one of one of my less talented predecessors. So I tried to find a computer I could use. I found one in a section labeled "all-domain computers". Right there I felt like the IT at Foothill was getting a little ahead of me. So I got on a computer and tried to log off so I could log on as me, but it wouldn't let me. That's because I was logged on with an ASB Voting account that I set up when I was there, and they were configured to not be shut down. That account shouldn't have been there anymore, and it was clearly being abused. I didn't know how many of the problems they were having at the library at the time were my fault. I saw a famous guy sitting by the gaming computers in the dream, and I had to walk by him once in part of the dream when I was stepping over people's sleeping bags when they were camping out; in real life he reminds me of Professor Graham.
All the Taylors were lined up in two rows on the beach in front of Grandma/pa's house. I was in the back corner and I was supposed to serve. I think I was serving an easter basket or some other clumsy object. I took my time to throw it and was messing around just to get attention and since I didn't really want to be there anyway I was enjoying wasting everyone's time. But then I threw it but it went the wrong way, and I had to run a ways to go get it and everyone was waiting, and then I felt bad.
I was at a fancy party and I had to walk by all these adults that I didn't know but that knew me. I found my dad sitting at a table with Lorraine and Denis Bader and asked him if we could go. That's about all I remember for this dream. I told them backwards and this one was first and longest ago, and least clear in my memory.
All the Taylors were lined up in two rows on the beach in front of Grandma/pa's house. I was in the back corner and I was supposed to serve. I think I was serving an easter basket or some other clumsy object. I took my time to throw it and was messing around just to get attention and since I didn't really want to be there anyway I was enjoying wasting everyone's time. But then I threw it but it went the wrong way, and I had to run a ways to go get it and everyone was waiting, and then I felt bad.
I was at a fancy party and I had to walk by all these adults that I didn't know but that knew me. I found my dad sitting at a table with Lorraine and Denis Bader and asked him if we could go. That's about all I remember for this dream. I told them backwards and this one was first and longest ago, and least clear in my memory.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
night of 2011-01-26
It was dark outside and I was walking the O'Dell's dog (it wasn't their real dog, just some dog), and when I got it back to their house, it saw Roxy's body lying on the ground and she was dirty and dead. It ran up to her and smeared its face all over her and whined. In the dream I wasn't upset that Roxy was dead, but I knew it was sad. Then, suddenly, I heard my dad say some phrase. He was by the front door where we keep the chess set. (Setting completely changed.) I wasn't an active character in my dream at this time, I just knew what was going on. The thing he said didn't really mean anything, but from the way he said it, you could tell that he was thinking that Zippo might have died too. But it wasn't what would happen if Zippo actually died. It was the sound that Dad would make if Zoe peed on the carpet. Unfortunate, but not emotional.
I was moving (like I was for college into the Challenger building). The destination was some bright new house, and Dani O'Dell was there and she was in charge of the kids during this time. She pointed out my sweatshirt. It had a zipper, and the left side of the sweatshirt white, and it was my mom's. The right side was my dark green army-like sweatshirt. It was like wearing mismatch socks, except mismatch sides of sweatshirts. The feeling I had was one of unpreparedness. I made a mistake, wearing a girl's sweatshirt, and I needed to fix it. The Mom walked in and tried to give me the other half of her sweatshirt but I wanted the other half of my sweatshirt, and it annoyed me. But then Mom and I were sitting down at a restaurant and she ordered me a soft drink and we talked and were happy.
New dream: Dad was driving me home after a day of high school. But before he got too far away I decided that I did want to run, since I was planning on skipping the run that day. So I got out of the car and ran back to the field. But instead of the track and field during the afternoon, it was dark outside but well lit, and there was grass that led off into some trees, and everyone was running off into the trees. They had just started, and they all decided to take off at different times so they were all spread out in a thick line. In the back, Andrew Magee and his chums were fooling around and were just about to take off.
The run never actually happened. But I was walking back to my dad's car to get picked up and I was touching all the mirrors on the cars that I walked passed, but when I grabbed one of them, I pulled it a little too hard and damaged it. But I pulled it back and flattened it out a little so it was okay. But it was embarrassing because the dude was in his car while it happened. Then I looked inside his car and -- thank god, it was Dad. I hopped in the back seat and closed the door. Before we drove off, a bunch of the people from cross country ran up to my window, as if to say hi. Nick Takekoshi was in front, and I gave him a hesitant wave, but he couldn't see me through the window's tint. In fact, nobody could see through the window except me.
I was moving (like I was for college into the Challenger building). The destination was some bright new house, and Dani O'Dell was there and she was in charge of the kids during this time. She pointed out my sweatshirt. It had a zipper, and the left side of the sweatshirt white, and it was my mom's. The right side was my dark green army-like sweatshirt. It was like wearing mismatch socks, except mismatch sides of sweatshirts. The feeling I had was one of unpreparedness. I made a mistake, wearing a girl's sweatshirt, and I needed to fix it. The Mom walked in and tried to give me the other half of her sweatshirt but I wanted the other half of my sweatshirt, and it annoyed me. But then Mom and I were sitting down at a restaurant and she ordered me a soft drink and we talked and were happy.
New dream: Dad was driving me home after a day of high school. But before he got too far away I decided that I did want to run, since I was planning on skipping the run that day. So I got out of the car and ran back to the field. But instead of the track and field during the afternoon, it was dark outside but well lit, and there was grass that led off into some trees, and everyone was running off into the trees. They had just started, and they all decided to take off at different times so they were all spread out in a thick line. In the back, Andrew Magee and his chums were fooling around and were just about to take off.
The run never actually happened. But I was walking back to my dad's car to get picked up and I was touching all the mirrors on the cars that I walked passed, but when I grabbed one of them, I pulled it a little too hard and damaged it. But I pulled it back and flattened it out a little so it was okay. But it was embarrassing because the dude was in his car while it happened. Then I looked inside his car and -- thank god, it was Dad. I hopped in the back seat and closed the door. Before we drove off, a bunch of the people from cross country ran up to my window, as if to say hi. Nick Takekoshi was in front, and I gave him a hesitant wave, but he couldn't see me through the window's tint. In fact, nobody could see through the window except me.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
2011-01-26: 4 hour nap ended at 20 O'Clock
I remember faintly now. May contain inaccuracies.
I was in a room in a house doing my homework at the table. White light came in through the window but the light faded away before it touched anything in the room, and thus the room was a bit dark, and everything looked a little blue. I wasn't alone but I don't remember who was there. (The setting could also have been something entirely different, or it may have changed a few times during the dream. I may have just woken up in the dream, because I remember seeing my arm when I was in a bed as well as at a table. Anyway.) I looked at my arm, and it had an assortment of red and purple oozing ulcers of various shapes and sizes on the under side of my forearm. But it wasn't that big of a deal because somehow there was a way to get my real arm back. Later it became apparent when I looked at the bottle of vitamins on the bookshelf on my desk, which was in the dank room in the house, that the cause of my troubles was that I had woken up right after having eaten 3 fish taco especiales from Rubios. The bottle of vitamins says very clearly on the front "DO NOT TAKE WITH FISH OIL." Clearly, I was doomed. I looked at my arm again and not only was the bottom of it bumpy and discolored but my whole forearm was shriveled. At one point in the dream I looked at my arm and it was so shriveled that it looked like the stem of a husk of corn was dangling from my elbow. Turned out that the reason these vitamins shouldn't be taken with fish oil is because it will make you hallucinate. So later in the day I had to look at it one more time, but I knew it wouldn't be as bad since the combination of vitamins and fish oil had worn off. My friends were sitting with me doing homework at the table this time. I looked at it and it was a little better, like it was healing, but it still caused me distress. Then I asked them if I acted strangely and explained to them that I just hallucinated for a while because I had to look at my arm.
Mike Hart was either at the table or I had another dream during the same nap... I remember seeing him wearing a trumpet, walking towards me after coming out of a baseball field.
Grandma Betsy may have been in the house, but she was away or asleep by the time I saw my arm for the first time.
Taking vitamins and fish oil does not make you hallucinate. That was part of the dream.
There was much more to this dream, but I'm writing this 4 hours later so I don't remember much.
I was in a room in a house doing my homework at the table. White light came in through the window but the light faded away before it touched anything in the room, and thus the room was a bit dark, and everything looked a little blue. I wasn't alone but I don't remember who was there. (The setting could also have been something entirely different, or it may have changed a few times during the dream. I may have just woken up in the dream, because I remember seeing my arm when I was in a bed as well as at a table. Anyway.) I looked at my arm, and it had an assortment of red and purple oozing ulcers of various shapes and sizes on the under side of my forearm. But it wasn't that big of a deal because somehow there was a way to get my real arm back. Later it became apparent when I looked at the bottle of vitamins on the bookshelf on my desk, which was in the dank room in the house, that the cause of my troubles was that I had woken up right after having eaten 3 fish taco especiales from Rubios. The bottle of vitamins says very clearly on the front "DO NOT TAKE WITH FISH OIL." Clearly, I was doomed. I looked at my arm again and not only was the bottom of it bumpy and discolored but my whole forearm was shriveled. At one point in the dream I looked at my arm and it was so shriveled that it looked like the stem of a husk of corn was dangling from my elbow. Turned out that the reason these vitamins shouldn't be taken with fish oil is because it will make you hallucinate. So later in the day I had to look at it one more time, but I knew it wouldn't be as bad since the combination of vitamins and fish oil had worn off. My friends were sitting with me doing homework at the table this time. I looked at it and it was a little better, like it was healing, but it still caused me distress. Then I asked them if I acted strangely and explained to them that I just hallucinated for a while because I had to look at my arm.
Mike Hart was either at the table or I had another dream during the same nap... I remember seeing him wearing a trumpet, walking towards me after coming out of a baseball field.
Grandma Betsy may have been in the house, but she was away or asleep by the time I saw my arm for the first time.
Taking vitamins and fish oil does not make you hallucinate. That was part of the dream.
There was much more to this dream, but I'm writing this 4 hours later so I don't remember much.
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