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.

modes of transportation

Had a weird dream last night about trying to sneak out of this square, 4-story building with a courtyard (even in the dream I likened it to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum). I was with a group of people and none of us were allowed to or even wanted to be in there, but for some reason we would march in and then have to sneak out.

Also dreamt that I got off a subway or some kind of transit with Max. It was raining and for whatever reason I was convinced that he'd be driving me home, but he got on a boat and told me I was on my own. I was furious because by then, I'd missed the 1 bus.

Then I was in JDow's jewelery store (doesn't exist, but he is an awesome jeweler - jasondow.com) with Jennifer and I wanted to try on a ring. I asked the girl that worked there and she kept ignoring me, then finally handed me a different ring to try on. When I tried to find the original ring that I wanted, it was gone. I confronted the girl about it and she was being a real bitch, so I called JDow to come down and straighten things out. Turns out that this jewelery store was on a plane, and we ended up crashing into the ocean. No one was hurt, but it was COLD. We were floating around, trying to balance on these rafts while helicopters circled overhead. People tried to wave them down and I kept telling them to stop flailing, its dark out, they're not going to see you waving, they'll either see us or they won't. Turns out that they did, and we were saved, just as JDow pulled up on his motorcycle.

A couple of nights, ago, I can't remember exactly when, I dreamt that Rich and I were taking Kim and Jimmy on a tour of the island. We were up north watching the whales, when a tidal wave came in. We scrambled over this No Trespassing fence and up a hill to keep from drowning. At the top of the hill was a little ski town, with a shopping mall. Inside the mall, I ran into Lienne and Stephanie buying ice cream.

to the sea

Last night's dream was all over the place. First (or maybe second...?) I was in the ocean, when these enormous sets started coming in. There was a surf coach out there and he was yelling how deep we had to dive under the wave to not get slammed. I kept my eyes open under water so I'd have a good Clark Little view of the inside of a wave, and watched some guy in a college t-shirt narrowly avoid getting sucked out to see. After escaping near death (by remembering a time we'd been there in a raft while the ocean was calm), we all headed over to Bogart's, which was about to close for the day. The shop was all dirty and run down, and being run by a small Chinese woman who was making shrimp dumplings to try out in the store. She gave me one and I loved it, then offered one to my non-shrimp eating mystery companion, who turned it down. I asked if I could have it instead, and she told me I'd have to pay for a second one. From there I left to get ready for a New Year's cheerleading competition, in which I was a flyer. It gets real fuzzy here, but I'm pretty sure Jill G. was there.

Afterwards (or maybe before) I was running around this hotel getting ready for some kind of special event. There was a shower that took up the span of an entire room, but had no walls (?) so I hopped in and tried not to let my hair get frizzy. I left there and got dressed and continued on, only to get swept up by some handsome man at a wedding that I was most definitely not invited to.

whale of a tale or two

Had another dream about whale watching... this time I was standing on some sort of lanai, I think in a hotel, watching whales jump up and splash back into the ocean. There were tons of them, probably 30+ in a pod, all jumping and splashing. Soon I realized that they weren't small because they were far away, they were small because they were high up, and they were about to land in the water directly in front of me. Cue: tidal wave. As always, all ends well after the water receded except this small group of people decided to jump into a tank type thing that was rapidly filling with water. They were going to die in there, unless I somehow garnered enough attention and enough people noticed that they were on a suicide mission. A thankless task, let me tell you.

I also remember swimming in a sandy-bottom, shallow, hotel pool, and climbing the ceiling decorations in a graffiti-ed old theater.