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( Nov. 22nd, 2012 09:21 am)
Such a weird dream last night.

I have no idea... )
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( Mar. 11th, 2011 05:52 pm)
Had the weirdest dream last "night."

I was having a rough night, actually. Woke up a few times along the way. Woke up around 8am, then managed to get back to sleep. At some point, I dreamed.

I dreamt that I couldn't sleep. That I'd woken up too early and couldn't get back to sleep. Dad was there, as was Mom's cousin (who's out of town now, helping Mom's uncle). I decided to take a walk to the park. It was dark, like it was still nighttime. I thought that was odd, since it was 9am. As I walked down the street, I saw a large orange rind. Like the size of a frisbee. That didn't seem so strange at the time. I kicked it along until it got near my neighbors' trash pickup area (at the end of their driveway). I felt a little guilty leaving it there, but it wasn't mine and I figured the garbage man would get it, all the same. At least it wasn't just lying in the road. I walked on.

Turning the corner, I was on a sidewalk that doesn't exist in real life. I waited to cross the street. There were cars coming. So I lay down for a sec. There was a little girl on the corner in front of me. Suddenly, there was a shriek from across the street. I looked over. The house had big glass panels as a wall, and there was a brown-haired woman there, dressed in scanty, tight-fitting workout clothes (sports bra and gym shorts). She saw me. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, Paul." She'd thought there was someone spying on her, but she knew me as a friend. It was no one I know IRL, but in the dream I recalled that we'd met before, though I couldn't recall her name.

I crossed the street and knocked on the (glass) door. She let me in. She had black hair now, though I didn't notice the change at the time. Her skin was a rich, light brown. (Perhaps of middle eastern descent?) She was beautiful and friendly and she knew me. I remembered, though, that she had a boyfriend. Ah well. I settled in for a platonic chat. After a while, she wandered off to get ready for some family thing.

I turned around, and I was in [livejournal.com profile] beansideirae's basement, which was also set us as a gym. She was dressed in an orange shirt and sweatpants. She showed me some exercise that involved somehow lifting herself up against the wall (hands on a bar belonging to something like a Total Gym, legs pressed against the wall, feet well off the floor). Then she walked off to do something else.

I turned around, and I was back in the woman's house, still in the family workout room. But now [livejournal.com profile] kaylle was there, in a white shirt and casual black shorts. Her boyfriend was there, too, although he was off to the side. Kaylle had a cat with her. Not Twilight, but some orange cat (don't remember what gender it was) that nevertheless belonged to her. She showed me - amused, impressed, and somewhat mystified - that the cat liked to use the exercise equipment, too. Lying on the floor, it actually reached out with a paw, somehow grabbed a handle, and started using the machine. It did a few reps, and then Kaylle sat down on the bench and started using the machine herself. Behind her, the cat tapped its paw on the floor, apparently keeping count. Kaylle and I chatted for a little while, though I don't remember about what. I put my head down on the bench. Suddenly, it was shortly after 1pm. I looked at Kaylle, confused. It had just been 9! Then I remembered daylight savings was this weekend. I looked again. My watch and cell phone corrected themselves, now said it was after 2pm. Had I fallen asleep there? Kaylle hesitated, but sort of nodded. I left.

Outside, the woman was bent over in the grass, tying her shoes or something. She was wearing a white dress (I think it was kind of dressy casual... except that at times it was shorter, more of a long blouse, with brightly-colored shorts). She looked smaller. Her skin was paler and her hair was blonde. In the way of dreams, I didn't notice the change, just knew that it was her. Her family - parents, grandparents, siblings - waited on the sidewalk nearby, getting ready to leave for some event (the one she'd left before to get ready for). I went up to her. I reached out, but instead of tapping her on the shoulder, I patted her back. Off to the side, her grandmother laughingly pointed that out. Her father came to talk to me, cheerful and encouraging, but his words didn't make sense. I was still trying to puzzle out what he was saying when I woke up. I looked at the clock. It was 12:30.
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( Jan. 10th, 2011 02:29 am)
Had a weird dream last night. I don't remember most of it. It was already fading as I woke up, as most of my dreams do. But I did manage to jot down the oddest bits.

Seems there were some beings from the land of Faerie. Elves of some sort, perhaps. In my dream, I was writing a story about them, I think. They'd come to our world for the first time, landing in medieval times (I think). They were terrified of pigs because there was no such creature in their world. To them, a pig was as much an alien monster as a beast of Faerie would be to a random human who'd made the jump to their world. Also, I think the presence of the pig interfered with their magic - although I'm not sure if that was because a farm pig was so mundane a creature (or perhaps so much a creature of the earth) as to be anti-magical, because of some psychological thing (their fear of it interfering with their command of magic), or because there was something special about the pig.

I do remember, however, that there was a creature, I think of Faerie. A monster. The closest they knew to a pig. It was big, perhaps the size of a bear. It was covered in gray fur. It had a piggish snout, pointy ears on top of its head, sharp teeth, claws, wings on its back, and a malevolent magical aura. It was a WomBatPig - a monster which appeared to be a magical cross between a wombat, a bat, and a pig.

I don't know. No idea where any of it came from (besides Faerie, of course). But none of it seems very kosher.
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( Oct. 5th, 2010 10:39 pm)
Had a dream last night that the Nobel Prize in physics had gone to the maker of a line art cartoon. It was a short cartoon explaining the cause of a recent disaster.

Someone (who would have won the Nobel Prize in physics had things gone as planned) had invented a device which created a localized field [mumble mumble technobabble invert magnetism mumble iron structure mumble] designed to reduce the effective weight of a fair-sized highway bridge, thus reducing the structural stresses. A test was scheduled. Calculations showed that the bridge being tested should, once the device was activated, have an effective weight of a mere 44 pounds.

Unfortunately, there were some last-minute changes to the testing schedule, so the sign in front of the bridge looked like this:

Bridge closed for testing at noon 3pm today.

There had been cars on the bridge when the device was activated, and the iron frames of the vehicles had interacted with the expanding bubble of the device's field before it could take stable hold, and bad things had happened.

And so the person who made the cartoon illustrating that story won the Nobel Prize that would otherwise have gone to the person actually running the experiment.

And then, after watching the cartoon and learning the story, I woke up.
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( Sep. 19th, 2010 05:13 am)
Had a weird dream last night. I was driving through the desert with my parents. Earlier in the dream, there'd been a conference or something in a big city. Dad was somehow part of it, and Mom and I had gone along for the trip. (Just realizing as I write this that IRL my brothers-in-law both tend to get sent overseas on business, and, every once in a while, their families book vacations to coincide. This has never happened with my dad.) We met up with Dad at a museum that was near our hotel and then drove out into the desert, I think on our way home.

I looked out the window. We were on the side of a mountain, and there was a panoramic view of these huge rock formations all the way out to the horizon. Mom said that she'd seen pictures in the city and had wanted me to see the real thing. As we came down the mountainside and got closer to the rocks, I realized it was Monument Valley (even though it didn't look like the real thing). And then, an instant later, I realized that the part we were driving through was actually a famous ancient burial ground (which, of course, does not exist IRL), and that many of the formations had been carved or built as monuments to the dead. Sure enough, as soon as I realized that, I looked back and saw a huge sign with an imposing sigil declaring that this was Monument Valley. I told my parents that we were in Northern Nevada (which is not where Monument Valley is, and which actually looks like this - and that sign is about the most interesting thing there) and that I'd been here on my drive last year.

We pulled off on a side road to this place that was a strange kind of museum. Locals were getting this sort of waxy clay from the valley and using it to mold and carve detailed replicas of some of the elaborate items and markers in the burial grounds. Markers which were known to be strange, unique, and highly varied. The place was filled with oddities and wonders. They showed us a couple of things they were working on. One was a half-finished replica of a decorated spire. The original was a towering rock which had been shaped into a gigantic sculpture. The other was a round box with an etched drawing of a boat on its lid. At first I thought it was an Egyptian-style boat designed to carry people to the afterlife (a common motif in many cultures, but something about it made me think Egyptian). Mom gave it an interested glance and then handed it over. I looked more closely. It was a medium-sized rowboat. There were a few people in and near the boat, and they were lying on the ground, trampled and bleeding. There were animals all around them. How strange. I looked some more. It became clear that what had looked to be the background was actually a much larger ship, and there were a few more trampled people and yet more animals. Wait, it wasn't a ship. It was an ark. Noah's ark. The animals had escaped, crushed Noah and his family, and were rejoicing in their freedom. And some ancient personage with an odd sense of humor had chosen to have that scene carved on the lid of a box to be placed in his burial chamber.

And that's when I woke up.
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( Apr. 3rd, 2010 03:31 am)
If you're interested in American politics and things like ACORN and Global Warming, please watch this video.

In completely other news, I had the Weirdest Dream Ever.

Cut for rambly weirdness )
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( Dec. 9th, 2009 09:36 pm)
Night before last, I woke up a few hours too early and couldn't get back to sleep.

Last night, I woke up several hours too early and felt pretty sick for the rest of the day. I went to the doctor and explained to him that I hadn't slept well for two nights, and that was probably why I wasn't feeling well. Then I checked my blood sugar. 415. Holy frak. That is approaching the level where it gets so high that your system overloads and you pass out. I've been that high maybe twice in my life. How the heck did...

I woke up. Lay there, half asleep, for a little while. Had a thought. Looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past 4:15.

Went back to sleep. Woke up. Wandered around. Found my family gathered around an unfamiliar dining room table. Told my brother-in-law about this dream I'd had last night - dreaming that I'd had a bad night's sleep. We started to talk about how weird that was. Kind of funny, really.

And that's when I realized that I was dreaming about talking about dreaming about having not slept. Meta.

Not sure if I woke up or not after that, but then I found myself having a completely different dream. I watched/was Superman saving his old friend Pete (the blond white one from the comics - I have nothing to do with the TV show). Brought him back to a battleship of some sort. Took him to the infirmary to find that the lower half of his left leg was withering and blackened, and he was facing some other, less tangible, life-threatening symptoms. The part of me that knew I was dreaming was trying to make sense of it all. Knew, when Pete started talking about how they had to do emergency surgery, take something out of his stomach, that he'd somehow, at some point, swallowed a chunk of kryptonite. He was trying to find a way to tell Clark (who had changed into what looked like a navy uniform) that he had to get out of the room. I started wondering how this had happened, but at the same time I knew that Pete had swallowed the kryptonite as a child - maybe to protect Clark? A blurry flashback started to form - and that it was the rock which was making him sick. Not just from the radiation, which can have long-term effects on humans, but because of something not even Pete himself knew -- Pete was Kryptonian, too. He'd have developed his powers long since if not for that kryptonite in his stomach. But why hadn't he swallowed it? Why hadn't it digested? Why hadn't anyone known about it? Why hadn't it shown up on x-ray? Why hadn't it hurt Clark to be around Pete? Was it wrapped in lead? How had he swallowed a chunk that big? These questions and more filled the back of my head even as I, the omniscient narrator of my own dream, watched Pete, in the back of the battleship (possibly on a lounge chair?) telling Clark that yes, he'd known his secret all along.

And I woke up again.

In completely unrelated news, from NASA:

The Mighty Monarch!! -- Or maybe Butterflies In Space!!

Spiderwebs In Space!!

Breakfast Burritos In Space!!
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( Sep. 21st, 2009 04:15 pm)
Had a good weekend. Went to Cape May with Mom and Dad. Didn't sleep well (even for me), unfortunately, but otherwise it was good. Beautiful weather, charming little town, nice change of pace. Pretty tired now (even for me), though.

Did have an odd dream. Or an odd fragment of a dream:

Frodo and Bilbo were walking through the forest when suddenly Gandalf appeared. He ate the two hobbits with one cartoonish swallow each. There was a flash and a magical puff and he was instantly made moderately fat. So he changed his name to James Gandalfini.

Even odder is that I never read LotR (I took a crack at it when I was a kid, but couldn't slog through even half of the first book), never saw the movies, and never watched The Sopranos, either. This meant that the whole scene was glimpsed very vaguely, with the people involved having no distinct forms. No idea where any of it came from.

Also, random thought for those of you who don't read [community profile] randomthoughts:

You know that expression "I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else"? Well you know who doesn't? Batman.*

Also (even if they are sometimes The Wrong Trousers) Wallace.

*The Adam West version, anyway.
hatman: HatMan, my alter ego and face on the 'net (Default)
( Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:48 pm)
1. Why did the yo-yo cross the road? )

2. New icon:

Thoughts? I'm not quite satisfied with it, but not sure how to finish/improve it.

I do hope it at least amuses. [livejournal.com profile] ladymirth, if no one else...

3. As [livejournal.com profile] orangebeaver pointed out, Michael Jackson has a life-sized sculpture of himself as Batman, and, along with a whole bunch of other stuff... it's currently up for auction. The statue (catalog 4, page 71, item 805) is scheduled for day 4 of the auction (April 24th), which focuses on Disney, superheroes, video games, and general entertainment-related items. According to the main auction page, proceeds will benefit MusiCares. Starting bid for the statue is $200-$300. I expect it'll go for considerably more. (Also... "The catalogues are comprised of a 5 book set in a hard box cover at $100 per set plus shipping and handling. A limited edition catalogue box set, signed and numbered by Michael Jackson, will be available for $500 plus shipping and handling.") You can, if you want, register and bid online.

4. Had a very odd dream last night. What's even stranger is that I remembered most of it when I woke up. Long enough to jot down a bunch of notes before falling back asleep.

The whole long crazy story... )