Five dreams to the gallon…
So I found out my car gets five miles to the gallon. Piece of shit.
I woke up this moring with fragments of dreams running through my head. One that I remember quite vividly is as follows: I was at work, walking into a theater to clean it. As I passed by one of the trash cans that was out, I got a whif of what smelled like puke. I took a few steps forward, and blew chunks all over the place. It was.. weird..
I remember that all too well, but I can't remember why I was pissed off when I woke up... I was seriously pissed, like I wanted to kill someone... I remember a bit about people... the more I think about it the clearer it becomes... specific people... a female and a male... I think I know them... I'm not sure... I wanted to kill one of them... the male... It was seriously the weirdest feeling.. waking up from a great sleep, only to be in such a bad mood...
Dream Log 7/21/05
Oh my. This dream may perhaps be even crazier than the last Mr. Hall, associate principal from school, visited my house. It sounded as if he wanted me to tone down my site, or my computer, so as to save resources, or something. Really, he was all about getting me off of the thing. [he doesn't seem like an articulate man] He thought Mom should kick me off of it because she bought it. I whipped out an invoice that looked like it was from AbilityPC [thus proving that I had, infact, bought AndrAIa, which is true. I just didn't get her from a local place.] He asked Mom if it was authentic. Then Mom [for some reason] wanted me to show him how I walked, [to] show him my posture. I did not comply. Why should I have to do anything for Mr. Hall? After he left, I got on AIM to tell Jason and Mom told me to shut it down, for it was 11PM on Monday. I just yelled "Are we still doing that?!" [no clue what that was supposed to mean]
I woke up peaceful and well rested. [plus, I woke up at 7:30, EARLY!]
Quite odd!
Again, this is all written exactly as I wrote it in my notebook when I wokeup. Everything in [braces] is an addtion or comment afterwards.
Added notes in margin:
Post Scriptum:
When Mom asked me to walk for him, I blurted out "You want me to show him my posture?!"
When I told Jason, I made horrible spelling mistakes:
satoshi: que [?!] Hejk came over my heodr! [wtf?]
satoshi: Mr.
satoshi: Hall
satoshi: my house
Dream Log 7/12/05
Written exactly as is in my notebook.
1
I was in a port town and a huge storm was coming from the ocean. Everybody was to be indoors as soon as possible. One wave hit, and it was all we could do to hold David back. In the mean time, I talked to Mary. Found out she was suicidial (!) and planned to kill herself with the storm. [interjection: DAMN I have some weird dreams!] I had a stack of CDs on me and let her fling them around the room, causing much damage. Something about 2AM Band being too much for her [o_O]. I also had Mom check my worklog or something from school, for some odd reason we had to turn it in soon and the person was coming in on a boat of sorts. We go out there and Brian grabs the boat/capsule that had just floated in in order to steady it with the dock just as this lady with a butch hair cut told us. She said that Brian had dropped a key below the deck, so I jumped down to get it. I landed on old blacktop and woke up. I was crying. Somehow I knew Brian was gonna commit suicide too...
Extra notes I wrote afterwards and in the margin.
While talking with Mary, we both had quite the cry session during which, in an attempt to hug her, I sneezed and got mucus all over my face. Choice quote: "I'm not hugging you like that." One of the CDs destroyed Brian's already deteriorated Puzz3D of some English castle. [True! Brian made this castle Puzz3D thing and it has been sitting on this weird sewing machine thingy in Dad's dining room for SOOO long! Many of the pieces are missing and it's falling apart like no other.]
I cried so hard with Mary.
There was a pool table in this large room that had a huge glass wall facing the ocean. [The room had a huge glass wall, not the pool table. Again, I'm writing all this exactly as I wrote it in my notebook.] This is where David ran as a wave crashed through part of the wall.
Mary was on a bar stool of sorts in a corner near said pool table.
2
Another dream involved a teacher, perhaps a sensei of sorts, and... cars. For some reason I want to say water too.
There was a sleek black car on a white cement street that had those smooth curbs up to peoples' lawn. I remember seeing my master of sorts in the car. Back or front, both seem plausible. I remember pulling my car behind his and getting out to talk to him. That is all I remember.