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Dreams

Posted on 2006.06.19 at 11:22
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Saturday night I dreamed I was a vagrant in Germany, living out of my 1968 Dodge Coronet 440 which I had had shipped over during my heyday. I was sitting behind the wheel marvelling at my past accomplishments and wondering what had gone so wrong with my life when I found some photographs I had taken so long ago I forgot they existed, yet there they were - a series of blurry photographs I had taken ages ago of Glinda, the Good Witch of the North transforming into the Wicked Witch of the West...all from the perspective of my side-view mirror. They were scandalous as they proved who the Wicked Witch really was, and I had proof, there in my hands. A plain-clothes German polizei reached his hand in my open window and peeled away my Texas inspection sticker and crumbled it up. I didn't need it ever since getting my two Missouri windshield stickers. I jumped out of the car. It was a major I used to know in the Air Force, Major Elsnau. He looked like he'd hit hard times, an alcoholic trying to keep it together. He was a German Inspector now. My '68 Dodge was now a pool-cleaning van, and it was filled with pool-cleaning supplies and some dear friends. We had a good time, visiting and laughing, and trying to organize a heist with Elsnau's help, but he was reluctant. Pretty soon, everyone became disgruntled with me and left, and I sat alone, in my pool-cleaning van, in Germany, getting ready to lay on the floor of the van and go to sleep.

Last night however, I dreamed that this new senior VP of one of our remote sites wanted our Headquarters to install some IT equipment for him. A couple of printers. galinda822 was against the idea, but I wanted to meet with the guy. We drove out to the lake and people were on jet-ski's of varying sizes and operating capabilities having fun in the water, and here comes this guy wearing a suit and tie. He introduces himself to us and we follow him into a cabin's conference room. There are three chairs by a small coffee table, and one by the fireplace. As Manager, I choose the chair directly in front of him, so we can talk terms, leaving the chair adjacent him for galinda, who tells me, "Fine, I'll sit over here." And she sulks by the fireplace. I had no idea why she was so mad. He wants us to install some printers at his remote site, a wooded area surrounding a lake in Texas. galinda thinks its a horrible idea because one, we're not responsible for installing remote equipment and two, she's afraid we'll ultimately become responsible for it's upkeep...but all I can think of ia riding jet-ski's on the lake in the midst of a wooded area in Texas...But then the lights go dark and we're in a theatre watching a humorous movie about a several cosmopolitan city-slickers trying to survive as they're lost in the woods. It's both endearing and horrifying! I text message galinda who's still sitting by the fireplace in the theatre. The men on the big screen are finally rescued, and taken to a hospital, where I sit among them, one of the victims. We talk amongst ourselves about what went wrong. Soon, however, we get split up, divided, and lost...in this very large hospital. As I take it upon myself to regroup everyone, I slowly begin to panic. But then I find the last person, and instead of bringing him back to the group, we sit and watch a movie in his room. Upon conclusion of the movie, I take him back to the group - who's once again missing! After miles of hallways and twists and turns, I find the group of men. Every one of them lined up against the wall on a gurney wearing a hospital robe, on their knees with their ass in the air, exposed. I walk by ten brown-eyes winking at me thinking, "As soon as I walk into the doctor's office, my asshole will be lined up there with the rest of them." And I sigh with resignation as I walk in.

One, two
One, two
Microphone check
Groove is Strong
It'll break your neck
In two
Or maybe three parts
True to the blood
And straight to the heart.

Comments:


drax0r
drax0r at 2006-06-19 22:27 (UTC) (Link)
Wow. You've got amazing dream-recall.

I usually have a hard time remembering much detail about mine. Those that I do recall were generally nightmarish, and thus left an impression.

I've got some weird ones (no doubt the result of eating cheese) saved on a 'Sticky' on my Mac. I'd post them, but it'd probably just freak people out.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-19 22:33 (UTC) (Link)
Not the ones where you're eating babies, right?

Get in my belly!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-19 22:37 (UTC) (Link)
Wow. You've got amazing dream-recall.

It's a gift...and a curse.
Complete and Utter Nonsense
jesskd26 at 2006-06-22 16:24 (UTC) (Link)
I'd post them, but it'd probably just freak people out.

Probably so. I read the sticky on your mac about your dream. Didnt freak ME out, but then again, we have conversations about how to commit the perfect crime.
drax0r
drax0r at 2006-06-22 17:00 (UTC) (Link)
That may be why I like The Devil's Rejects so much. I've dreamed it so often that its familiar.
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2006-06-19 22:33 (UTC) (Link)
Are you on the cheese again. I think all the cheese you ingest is causing all these vivid dreams.

I sometimes dream I have a plan to take over the world but just when it is about to come to fruition my sidekick Eric ruins it and I have to start an all new plan.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-19 22:36 (UTC) (Link)
Par for the course.
Penguin Puppetmaster
oxy_irony at 2006-06-19 23:02 (UTC) (Link)
How do you remember your dreams so well? You can recall the tiniest details!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-19 23:07 (UTC) (Link)
I'm sure I've missed volumes, or been unable to articulate that which I do recall. In Germany, it was overcast, and we were in a district downtown somwhere - all the buildings were drab brown. Inspector Elsnau was wearing a brown herringbone suit of wool.
Penguin Puppetmaster
oxy_irony at 2006-06-19 23:12 (UTC) (Link)
*Shakes head* Are you a real human, or an intelligent drone?
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-19 23:19 (UTC) (Link)
drax0r is much more intelligent than I. I just remember my dreams. Think of me more as an...idiot savant.
drax0r
drax0r at 2006-06-20 00:02 (UTC) (Link)
I think you sell yourself too short. Don't forget that you're also Fatass, the Destroyer
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-20 00:10 (UTC) (Link)
Too true.
Penguin Puppetmaster
oxy_irony at 2006-06-20 03:04 (UTC) (Link)
I'll put that into my nonexistant memory. And I wouldn't claim he's any more intelligent- I've come to think of you both as wonderfully intelligent.

One usually always thinks of themselves as idiotic, compared to their friends. I know I always put myself up against my friends in my mind, and I always come out as the stupid one, in my opinion. Then again, I may not be imagining that...
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-20 03:09 (UTC) (Link)
That's very sweet of you to say. But seriously, I'm a dolt.
Penguin Puppetmaster
oxy_irony at 2006-06-20 03:42 (UTC) (Link)
All right, then. If you say so.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-21 15:32 (UTC) (Link)
BTW - I love your Rafiki avatar!
Penguin Puppetmaster
oxy_irony at 2006-06-21 18:01 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! And I'm really glad you know his name- so many people don't!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-21 18:10 (UTC) (Link)
I unfortunately didn't bother to look it up to see if I spelled it right though. Ah, the joys of having children. Heh, who am I kidding, I bought the laserdisc before I was even married!
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-06-20 06:26 (UTC) (Link)
at least you can compare yourself to me and win. Not that that's earth shattering news or anything.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-06-20 15:03 (UTC) (Link)
As Tony likes to point out, self depreciation only works when it isn't true...
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