ocean adventures

Monday night, I dreamed that I was in a 7-11 buying beer after a funeral.  Mom grabbed a 12 pack of something gross, so I dug around for something better.  I found what should have been a 2 pack of 22 ounce Magic Hats, but there was only one.  I asked the clerk to see if the loose bottle was in the back, otherwise, I'd pay half for the one.  I ended up taking just one, and when I got home I realized that it wasn't beer at all, but was in fact Magic Hat brand sandwich vinegar.  I also bought a TV to play video games on, and was upset that I hadn't used my 20% off coupon.

Last night I dreamed something about going to the beach to teach Dad how to surf, but the waves were crazy high (you know the kind) and crashing over the seawall, so we decided against it.  Jen was there and took an incredible, Clark Little-like photo, which inspired me to try to get some of my own.  When I went to grab my phone, I realized that my bag was submerged and my phone was quite wet.

From there, I dreamt that I was getting ready for work and for whatever reason decided to wear these weird patterned thermal pajama legging things.  I parked at Wantagh station and someone was charging a parking fee because there was a game going on (in real life I would have been so mad, but in dream land I was ok with it).  Jen was with me, and we were sitting in a waiting room when we realized that the train was already there.  We ran up the stairs and onto the train, and ended up on these high stool seats.  Suddenly Henry Winkler appeared, and asked if we wanted to go to Deck 22.  I realized that it wasn't a train at all but a yacht/cruise ship, and the waiting room we had been in was actually a lower level of the atrium, and we were now looking down into it.  I panicked that our tickets weren't going to cover boat fare, so we followed Henry before a conductor could find us.  We went up a little ladder to an outside deck, and Henry pointed out all the different Hawaiian Islands we were passing by.

bus stopped

Last night I dreamed that I drove myself somewhere to take a bus, but had to park super far away and walk so far that I ended up back at my house.  The bus was coming down the street but for whatever reason, I was incapable of moving fast enough to get to the stop, so I grabbed a can of aerosol bug spray from my bag and rolled it in front of the bus so it would know I was there and it should stop for me.  When I got to school, all of the sewers and drains were overflowing to the point where floods and drowning were a very real risk, and somehow I was in charge of stopping it.  I don't know if I succeeded or not, but I do know there was a crocodile involved. 

Snippets from last night include drinking Umberto's brand vodka at their marina location, and trying to pack all of my National Geographic's in a backpack.  

compilation

A couple of nights ago, I dreamt I was under a dock type structure with a group of people trying to move a beam either from the old World Trade Center of for the new one... it's unclear which.  We were flipping it end over end the long way, which was terribly ineffective because 1. we were up to our waists in water and 2. IT WAS HUGE.  From there, we competed in a lacrosse competition and the whole team was god awful except for Jimmy.

Tuesday night I dreamt that I drove to Boston for the day to see Matt, Kelii and Jen while they were in town.  We played lacrosse with the Obama's and then I went to the parking garage to get my car.  I had taken the time to cover all of my bags and things in the back with my Hawaii towels... but I had left all of the doors open. Everything was there, but I couldn't shake the panic!

THEN on Wednesday, I dreamt that I was waiting on line at the post office with Carla and Nora (even though they weren't really Carla and Nora because they were the most blonde).  The line was really long and winding, and even though there were 7 people behind the counter, only one of them was working.  It seemed like everyone was buying balloons, and there was no clear path to exit once you had your balloons, so it was just a hot mess of no one knowing what was going on.  There were a bunch of Halloween decorations for sale while we waited in line, and I ended up with like a paper cut out of bats that made the shape of half a Jackolantern.  From there things get confusing... I was on a safari and out in a field, except there was a convenience store there and one of the safari goers was being arrested for sexual harassment.  After she got taken into custody, a tiger approached us.  I was with one other person and I guess we had been told that in a scenario like this, we should lay down and play dead and hopefully it would leave us be (I think that's the actual M.O. when you come into contact with a bear).  ANYWAY, it didn't really work on the tiger, and he started nibbling on my yoga pants.  After that I had sort of an out of body dream experience... I was narrating the story from some time in the future, and it turned out that the tiger ate my butt and my hands, and I felt guilty that my fellow safari goers had to deal with all the gore.  MESSED UP.