Friday, February 26, 2010
opposite day
So apparently not drinking = not dreaming/waking up feeling like crap. Two nights in a row implies a pattern. Definitely having a few before bed tonight as an experiment. Although maybe I'm just getting a cold. Results forthcoming.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Rex, Drugs, Rock & Roll
I dreamt that I was at work and Rex, a hedge fund analyst from downstairs, announced at a meeting that it had come to his attention that "certain individuals" were bringing "illicit substances" to work but that he would turn a blind eye to it if they got rid of the substances and allowed a search of everyone's bags and desks.
I got back to my desk and realized that my bag was unzipped. I bent down to close it and realized that it was almost overflowing with drugs: bags and bags of mushrooms, about a dozen ounces of weed, a crapload of coke, pills galore. I began to panic.
I snuck my bag into the bathroom and dumped my contraband, thinking I was in the clear, but as soon as I pulled my bag back on, Rex walked into the bathroom and gave me a "what were you just doing" look. I bolted back to my desk to find that my computer had tons of webpages open to porn. Hundreds upon hundreds of windows. I was furiously trying to close all of them before someone noticed when I woke up.
I got back to my desk and realized that my bag was unzipped. I bent down to close it and realized that it was almost overflowing with drugs: bags and bags of mushrooms, about a dozen ounces of weed, a crapload of coke, pills galore. I began to panic.
I snuck my bag into the bathroom and dumped my contraband, thinking I was in the clear, but as soon as I pulled my bag back on, Rex walked into the bathroom and gave me a "what were you just doing" look. I bolted back to my desk to find that my computer had tons of webpages open to porn. Hundreds upon hundreds of windows. I was furiously trying to close all of them before someone noticed when I woke up.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Heavy Rain and the Offer
This dream was total bullshit; I woke up pissed off.
I was checking out an accounting position I had seen on craigslist since I needed a job pretty badly (apparently this takes place before I got my current job, if dreams can be said to "take place" at any time at all).
The interview was at a strange-looking house, quite run-down and covered in vines and moss, though architecturally reminiscent of my grandparents' house in Torrance. An old man with a shaggy greying moustache and lank, unkempt hair answered the door and beckoned me inside. He introduced himself as an inventor and that I'd be doing the books for his invention company which he ran from his garage. He led me through the dingy front hall and into his dimly lit garage which was filled with what looked like complete junk. Springs, old car parts, tanks of compressed gas lay about, and all manner of tubes and ducting spanned the ceiling. There was a thick coating of grease and dust covering nearly every surface and hardly any light. I was very apprehensive immediately.
He led me to a secluded corner where an old wooden desk strewn with papers had been set up with an old green-glass desk lamp and a rudimentary wooden stool. He said that this is where I was to be working and that I'd have to start by sorting out his disorganized files and starting an account ledger from scratch based upon his notes scribbled on whatever was handy at the time and filed haphazardly in a heap on the desk.
At this point I decided to ask about compensation, since the job seemed completely awful. The old man seemed conflicted at first, but then he came out with it in a rush. He wanted me to work pro bono until something "revolutionary" he was working on came to fruition, then I would get a stake in the profits going forward. I immediately waved him off, as I was dead broke and needed something, anything that would pay my rent. He asked me to stay, and when I refused he said that I "lacked vision". I apologized and asked him to show me the door, when he offered me the job one final time. I refused again, and he sighed with regret. "Suit yourself" he said, as he opened a door in the wall of the garage I hadn't noticed before and waved me through.
Through the door lay an opulently decorated mansion, with brightly colored and gilded Louis XV chairs and sofas, gold-leaf wallpapers, and intricate oriental rugs. On the chairs were impeccably dressed young men and women, all eating and drinking, laughing and carousing.
I turned to the old man, and, to my surprise, he had been transformed. His dingy clothing had been replaced by a finely tailored three-piece suit, and his hair and moustache were neatly trimmed and waxed. I asked what was going on, and he replied: "This is what you could've been a part of had you only the vision. These young men and women are my apprentices and with them I share my fortune and my inventions. I was hoping you would join my team, but you have failed the test, and now you must leave, never to return."
He ushered me across the room, through ornately carved double doors into an enormous marble-floored ballroom. More well dressed people were dancing to a string quartet and drinking punch, laughing all the while. The old man pushed me onward, toward the opposite end of the room where a small servants door awaited me. He opened it perfunctorily and shoved me out into the rainy night, slamming it behind me. The door seemed to disappear into the brick wall of the mansion. It was pouring down rain and I was already soaked.
I was no longer in Portland; I was in Eastern Europe somewhere, looking through the downpour into a city square with trolleys running through it. Out of the rain, a black-cloaked figure ran toward me, waving a hand gloved in black lace. When the advancing figure finally pulled back her cowl I realized it was Jamie. She had heard from mom about my job interview and, because of the rain, she had come to pick me up. I told her about what had happened to which she replied: "That's fucking bullshit, bro." We ran to the nearest trolley and climbed in out of the rain. Then I woke up.
I was checking out an accounting position I had seen on craigslist since I needed a job pretty badly (apparently this takes place before I got my current job, if dreams can be said to "take place" at any time at all).
The interview was at a strange-looking house, quite run-down and covered in vines and moss, though architecturally reminiscent of my grandparents' house in Torrance. An old man with a shaggy greying moustache and lank, unkempt hair answered the door and beckoned me inside. He introduced himself as an inventor and that I'd be doing the books for his invention company which he ran from his garage. He led me through the dingy front hall and into his dimly lit garage which was filled with what looked like complete junk. Springs, old car parts, tanks of compressed gas lay about, and all manner of tubes and ducting spanned the ceiling. There was a thick coating of grease and dust covering nearly every surface and hardly any light. I was very apprehensive immediately.
He led me to a secluded corner where an old wooden desk strewn with papers had been set up with an old green-glass desk lamp and a rudimentary wooden stool. He said that this is where I was to be working and that I'd have to start by sorting out his disorganized files and starting an account ledger from scratch based upon his notes scribbled on whatever was handy at the time and filed haphazardly in a heap on the desk.
At this point I decided to ask about compensation, since the job seemed completely awful. The old man seemed conflicted at first, but then he came out with it in a rush. He wanted me to work pro bono until something "revolutionary" he was working on came to fruition, then I would get a stake in the profits going forward. I immediately waved him off, as I was dead broke and needed something, anything that would pay my rent. He asked me to stay, and when I refused he said that I "lacked vision". I apologized and asked him to show me the door, when he offered me the job one final time. I refused again, and he sighed with regret. "Suit yourself" he said, as he opened a door in the wall of the garage I hadn't noticed before and waved me through.
Through the door lay an opulently decorated mansion, with brightly colored and gilded Louis XV chairs and sofas, gold-leaf wallpapers, and intricate oriental rugs. On the chairs were impeccably dressed young men and women, all eating and drinking, laughing and carousing.
I turned to the old man, and, to my surprise, he had been transformed. His dingy clothing had been replaced by a finely tailored three-piece suit, and his hair and moustache were neatly trimmed and waxed. I asked what was going on, and he replied: "This is what you could've been a part of had you only the vision. These young men and women are my apprentices and with them I share my fortune and my inventions. I was hoping you would join my team, but you have failed the test, and now you must leave, never to return."
He ushered me across the room, through ornately carved double doors into an enormous marble-floored ballroom. More well dressed people were dancing to a string quartet and drinking punch, laughing all the while. The old man pushed me onward, toward the opposite end of the room where a small servants door awaited me. He opened it perfunctorily and shoved me out into the rainy night, slamming it behind me. The door seemed to disappear into the brick wall of the mansion. It was pouring down rain and I was already soaked.
I was no longer in Portland; I was in Eastern Europe somewhere, looking through the downpour into a city square with trolleys running through it. Out of the rain, a black-cloaked figure ran toward me, waving a hand gloved in black lace. When the advancing figure finally pulled back her cowl I realized it was Jamie. She had heard from mom about my job interview and, because of the rain, she had come to pick me up. I told her about what had happened to which she replied: "That's fucking bullshit, bro." We ran to the nearest trolley and climbed in out of the rain. Then I woke up.
Minimal Wave Cupcakes
I had the stupidest dream last night.
I dreamt that I went on eBay to search for records and all I could find was auction after auction of some person selling cupcakes with the Minimal Wave logo on them for $50. They were chocolate with neon blue frosting and she would hand-deliver.
At this point I woke up briefly to marvel at how moronic of a dream that was and then went back to sleep and had a more interesting dream that I'll type up next.
I dreamt that I went on eBay to search for records and all I could find was auction after auction of some person selling cupcakes with the Minimal Wave logo on them for $50. They were chocolate with neon blue frosting and she would hand-deliver.
At this point I woke up briefly to marvel at how moronic of a dream that was and then went back to sleep and had a more interesting dream that I'll type up next.
Monday, February 22, 2010
The end of technology, an oil-puking G5/dragon, and roast chicken
This is a catch-up post from last week when I decided to jump on this dream-blog train but was still too lazy to spend the 5 minutes setting up a blog.
I dreamt that somehow all technology that was "on the grid" was failing. I've seen Mad Max, read The Road, and played tons of Fallout, so I knew it was only a matter of time before roving bands of thugs started raping and pillaging (and raping) us normal folk, so I decided to head for the hills and hole up somewhere to stave off the raping/being eaten for as long as possible.
I hiked out across a hilly plain when above me a 747 sharply lost altitude and crashed into a hillside in front of me, the top half of the fuselage exploding from the rest of the plane, leaving a flaming hole in the wreckage. I ran toward the downed plane to check for survivors.
As I neared the tail of the plane, a G5 flew overhead and circled around, hovering in the air above the 747, when all of a sudden it changed shape and began flapping its wings like a dragon, flying in place. The nose of the G5 bent down and, reminding me of Eva-01, opened a large, toothy maw and began to disgorge a black, viscous substance onto the flames. The fire began to abate, but the black vomit began to creep along the shell of the crashed plane, giving it a wet, fleshy appearance. A shudder wracked the downed plane, and suddenly the tail began thrashing up and down like that of a beached whale. The G5 let out a horrendous roar of triumph and flew away as the transformed 747 continued its thrashing.
I tried to move out of the way of the wildly swinging tail, but realized that the grassland under my feet had turned into a gluey bog full of a seaweed-like grass. I struggled against the sticky goo as I tried to retreat and began to gradually make headway. I slowly trudged my way up the hill and as I crested a rise above the still-thrashing 747 I noticed what appeared to be a large, Japanese-looking wooden building on the next hill.
I made my way down the hill and up to the building which turned out to be a hot-spring/bathhouse. I went inside to investigate. Through the front door was an entry room with a restaurant through a curtain on the left. I walked into the restaurant area and Carl, Tucker, Melody, and Damaris were wrapped robes and eating whole roast chickens at low wooden tables. They motioned me over and offered me a chicken.
While we ate, I explained that I was going to escape civilization and tried to convince them that they should come with me to find a remote cabin or something to hide in. They replied that if they were just going to die eventually they'd rather spend their final days relaxing at a hot spring and gorging on delicious food than cowering in a yurt. This conversation changed my mind about what my goal was.
I had heard some rumors that Tanner had hermited away in some urban wasteland and had a generator to run her computer and TV so she could play video games and listen to music for as long as she had left. I thought that sounded like a pretty great way to live out the rest of my days, so I set out to find Tanner's bunker and soak up as much music as I could.
I walked through an eerily empty trash-strewn urban area and came upon an small, squat apartment building with a razor-wire lined electrified fence and an intercom pad. I don't know why, but I was sure this was the place. I pressed the call button on the intercom and a camera mounted above the door swiveled to inspect me. I was buzzed in and the steel door swung open silently. I entered the building, and strangely the internal dimensions were quite a bit smaller than the outside of the building implied, like the inside was made for midgets, and I felt very claustrophobic. At the end of a cramped hallway I could see a faint bluish glow emanating from an open door.
Inside the room Tanner had all kinds of electronics set up, giant shelves filled with games, DVDs, and CDs, and a generator was humming away in the corner, currently powering a PC, a TV, and a Super Nintendo. She was playing Earthbound. I started scrolling through the music on Tanner's computer and decided to listen to some albums that I had initially written off but everyone else seemed to love. Then my alarm went off.
I dreamt that somehow all technology that was "on the grid" was failing. I've seen Mad Max, read The Road, and played tons of Fallout, so I knew it was only a matter of time before roving bands of thugs started raping and pillaging (and raping) us normal folk, so I decided to head for the hills and hole up somewhere to stave off the raping/being eaten for as long as possible.
I hiked out across a hilly plain when above me a 747 sharply lost altitude and crashed into a hillside in front of me, the top half of the fuselage exploding from the rest of the plane, leaving a flaming hole in the wreckage. I ran toward the downed plane to check for survivors.
As I neared the tail of the plane, a G5 flew overhead and circled around, hovering in the air above the 747, when all of a sudden it changed shape and began flapping its wings like a dragon, flying in place. The nose of the G5 bent down and, reminding me of Eva-01, opened a large, toothy maw and began to disgorge a black, viscous substance onto the flames. The fire began to abate, but the black vomit began to creep along the shell of the crashed plane, giving it a wet, fleshy appearance. A shudder wracked the downed plane, and suddenly the tail began thrashing up and down like that of a beached whale. The G5 let out a horrendous roar of triumph and flew away as the transformed 747 continued its thrashing.
I tried to move out of the way of the wildly swinging tail, but realized that the grassland under my feet had turned into a gluey bog full of a seaweed-like grass. I struggled against the sticky goo as I tried to retreat and began to gradually make headway. I slowly trudged my way up the hill and as I crested a rise above the still-thrashing 747 I noticed what appeared to be a large, Japanese-looking wooden building on the next hill.
I made my way down the hill and up to the building which turned out to be a hot-spring/bathhouse. I went inside to investigate. Through the front door was an entry room with a restaurant through a curtain on the left. I walked into the restaurant area and Carl, Tucker, Melody, and Damaris were wrapped robes and eating whole roast chickens at low wooden tables. They motioned me over and offered me a chicken.
While we ate, I explained that I was going to escape civilization and tried to convince them that they should come with me to find a remote cabin or something to hide in. They replied that if they were just going to die eventually they'd rather spend their final days relaxing at a hot spring and gorging on delicious food than cowering in a yurt. This conversation changed my mind about what my goal was.
I had heard some rumors that Tanner had hermited away in some urban wasteland and had a generator to run her computer and TV so she could play video games and listen to music for as long as she had left. I thought that sounded like a pretty great way to live out the rest of my days, so I set out to find Tanner's bunker and soak up as much music as I could.
I walked through an eerily empty trash-strewn urban area and came upon an small, squat apartment building with a razor-wire lined electrified fence and an intercom pad. I don't know why, but I was sure this was the place. I pressed the call button on the intercom and a camera mounted above the door swiveled to inspect me. I was buzzed in and the steel door swung open silently. I entered the building, and strangely the internal dimensions were quite a bit smaller than the outside of the building implied, like the inside was made for midgets, and I felt very claustrophobic. At the end of a cramped hallway I could see a faint bluish glow emanating from an open door.
Inside the room Tanner had all kinds of electronics set up, giant shelves filled with games, DVDs, and CDs, and a generator was humming away in the corner, currently powering a PC, a TV, and a Super Nintendo. She was playing Earthbound. I started scrolling through the music on Tanner's computer and decided to listen to some albums that I had initially written off but everyone else seemed to love. Then my alarm went off.
Bryan 2.0
As long as I can remember I've always had very vivid dreams that I can usually remember fairly completely upon waking, but unless I tell someone about them, the memory of the previous night's adventures fade by lunchtime. For the past year or so I've been toying with the idea of writing them down, commiting them to posterity before they're lost to the ether. I've also been grappling (very very mildly) with the fact that I don't tweet, tumbl, or blog and figured why not mercilessly slaughter two birds with one stone?
Many of my dreams are narrative, many are bizarre/incomprehensible, and some are so self-referrential to the point of being nonsense without some backstory. I'm mostly doing this for my own reference, but I hope they're an entertaining read.
Many of my dreams are narrative, many are bizarre/incomprehensible, and some are so self-referrential to the point of being nonsense without some backstory. I'm mostly doing this for my own reference, but I hope they're an entertaining read.
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