welcome back

I dreamed last night that Jimmy and I were having a house party at my parents place. People started arriving in the early afternoon, but I couldn't imbibe because I had my final piano lesson later that afternoon. Mom had set it up for me as a commemorative farewell lesson. I had some pretty serious FOMO so decided to cancel last minute. I called the teacher to tell her I wasn't coming and she asked, "oh ok, is it your stomach or did you take a pill?" To which I answered, "both!". Since I was still sober, I was tasked with a beer run, but no one would accompany me, and no one understood that there was really only so much beer I could carry on my own. Marto came and was really apologetic for having missed so many events. A nameless someone was there and upset that she could only convince one of two jury's that she hadn't burnt down her own dorm room.

swome

Two nights ago I had a dream that I received a letter from Northeastern that my accounts were in "BAD" standing, and I could not graduate. When I looked into what was "bad", I discovered that NEU was disgusted with all of the miles I'd traveled back and forth from home to school, and all the greenhouse gasses I'd emitted. I decided it didn't matter, because I was only there to complete a minor anyway, and I had enough credit to graduate. I drove to the ceremony with Melissa and said hello to all my adoring fans, then looked for Jimmy in the crowd so I could find my alphabetical seat.

Last night was a sort of an in-and-out of body dream - I was reading Swimming Sweet Arrow, which is a real book,  but the things in the dream were most definitely not in the actual book - and there was a large, large family looking for a new place to live. They find what appears to be a one bedroom house - like, a bedroom, with a bathroom, that would never ever fit a family, and also didn't make any sense because there were no kitchen appliances. They opened a second door to ANOTHER bathroom, and through it on the other side was a door to the kitchen (I remember saying in the dream - oh they must have put this bathroom in themselves). The kitchen was small and all the tiles were silver and shiny, but the family decided this was the place. It was on a dock in the ocean (which man, was so clear and blue! I'd have lived there), and everyone started cleaning it up. David came in and asked for masking tape which I assumed was so he could play Edward Forty-hands (is that what it's called?) but then he turned into Lienne who was using her masking taped hand to snorkel and clean all of the algae off the boat that came with the house. Zoom out of the scene to the characters in Swimming Sweet Arrow complaining that they'd all had to chip in for the house, but in the end it was worth it.

what the what

hello, old friends.

a run down of what's been on my mind as of late -

• Jim and I were on the subway, and it started shaking violently. Someone yells "Get down!" and we all hit the deck, just as the train crashes. We are ok, but people are yelling at me to move, move, move. It's impossibly difficult (because it's a dream) but I do eventually drag myself away from the door I was in front of. People pry the door open and start dragging bodies out of the adjoining car. 
• There's some sort of presentation going on, in a talent show kind of format. Andy from the office goes up and does his thing, than an old friends little sister takes the stage. She wants to read "Oh, Fortuna" but cannot seem to get it together. In a stroke of brilliance, I decide she should play the youtube video that I love so much. I start queuing it up and gesturing wildly to Steve Dixon in the audience that he's going to LOVE this. 
• I'm either watching a movie trailer or I am Sophia Bush in the movie trailer where I think it's real (I don't know). I'm/she's sort of voluntarily kidnapped by a madman, and has to skin bodies for three years before she can negotiate the terms of her release.
• I'm with a bunch of people, Paul Walker (RIP!) among them. People start coupling off until it's just Paul and I left. We canoodle - I'm sad all over again.
• I get to meet Damian Lewis (except I never remember his name so in dreamland he's Sgt. Winters) and I'm beside myself with glee. I accidentally tell him how he's being spied on and his house is bugged, and he can't forgive me, even though I didn't do it! DISTRAUGHT. 
• Jen and I go to Marshalls which is open for browsing but CLOSED FOR PURCHASES. Torture us, why don't you?!
• Courtney finds a passport buried in snow outside Jim's parents house. She tasks me with dropping it off, since the owner lives "just down the street". Jim is too busy for me because he has plans to go to the strip club. My family is waiting for me in the car, so they are nice enough to take me to drop off this passport. Adventure ensues. We walk to the end of a dock that is supposed to connect across the way, and fall into the water! I freak out because Terry can't swim, but he's fine. We make it across to what I remember as a seedy hotel and hand off the passport, though not to it's owner. O well, we tried.
• I'm in Hawaii with mom and Jen, and while trying to view the sunset across a lake, mom steps off the boardwalk and falls into water (omg pattern). I have to dive in and look for her glasses. 
• I'm in a helicopter on some sort of secret mission - then I'm free falling out of it and the bad guy has hold of my shoes. For some reason, this means the kiss of death, so I struggle to get the shoe off. Bad guy drops it, and I continue to free fall/dive for it because I MUST have that shoe back. 

Priorities

Dreamt last night that we had a morning kickball game, so I was trying to email work to tell them I'd be late. My phone was acting up, so I kept not actually getting the email out. En route to the game, Jim and I stopped in some shop thing where he tried the stir fry steak and peppers on sample. The woman behind the counter, and 60something year old white woman, tried to convince us to pose for some erotic photos, and showed us the examples starring her. We escaped from that horrifying display to the kickball field, when I suddenly realized it was 11:15 and I still hadn't contacted work. Email still wasn't working, so I called the Helpdesk line to talk to Julie. She picked up, but I had the hardest time hearing her - then I realized I was talking to her on a fortune cookie, not a phone. She had a bunch of questions about Boston that I couldn't answer, plus it was my turn to kick. Couldn't get to the plate in time, so Whitney pinch hit.

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.