I visited my friend Emily in Seattle, since she'd moved there from Florida and I was thinking of moving, too. There was a vacant building near her where I could live, and there was a plywood conduit walkway we could extend between our two places so we could visit each other without getting rained on.
We were walking down a street lined with tall pine trees when she pointed out overhead the city's newest form of mass transit. It was a hovering blue spaceship looking thing, shaped like a triangle with rounded corners. It's location would show up on Google Maps in real time, and you could click it and request a ride and get time estimates and everything, and it would beam you up and down. It was awesome.
Emily came back with me to New Orleans for a visit, and we stayed together in a hostel my dancer friends had told me about. It was comfortable and free and conveniently located, but it had one big problem. The owner had a weird sense of humor, and he'd commissioned several wax heads from a mold taken from my friend Robert. Then he put them in places like the women's bathroom, so you'd get out of the shower, say, and spaz out because it looked like there was this guy watching you. It was super creepy.
Emily and I joined some friends of mine to see a movie. I was surprised to see that my friend David had dyed his hair black. Em and I got separated from the others because I kept losing my shoes, and my phone wouldn't work, so I couldn't communicate with them. We finally caught up with them hours later, and I was afraid we'd missed the movie, but it turned out we had to reserve the movie for the next day. Anyhow. It would be from 1:30pm to 8pm, and I thought I might have agreed to be somewhere else in that time, but I couldn't remember. Then I woke up.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Stealth ~ 7/2/2014
I haven't been remembering anything very coherent lately. Just snippets. I also haven't been sleeping that great, so that's probably why. But last night was pretty cool.
I dreamed I was in my office building, which was much closer to the Crescent City Connection here in downtown New Orleans. I was visiting the break room, which was in a corner office overlooking the river, when a stealth bomber flew by, doing tactical maneuvers among the buildings in the CBD. This dark bat-like shape just swooped silently around, banking 90 degree turns around One Shell Square at top speed. Then it took off toward the bridge, and began slaloming over and under the trusses, above the highway. Finally it landed in the Mississippi, and the pilots got out for a swim.
That was exciting, but then I went home to find three young children sitting on my stoop, waiting for their mother to come pick them up from school. Since it was so hot, I let them wait inside, and they proceeded to kind of trash the place, and I had to explain that my landlady would really NOT like to be given a bouquet consisting of ALL of her pink impatiens pulled up by their roots. Then I had to pick up a bunch of ice cubes and mop the floor, and finally their mom came.
Then I woke up.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
How Bert and Ernie Got Their Names ~ 6/25/2014
I dreamed I was the oldest son of a very odd family. When I was nine, my parents brought home a strange, small, orange little brother. His name was Ernie, but they called him Coot. A few years later, they brought home a yellow, pointy-headed little boy, but they didn't really name him. They just called him Little Coot.
Years went by, and Big Coot was goofy as hell, but otherwise normal. Little Coot, on the other hand, was basically comatose. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him, but he rarely opened his eyes, never talked, and really didn't acknowledge us.
I was a grown man now, and I was just sick of the fact that my littlest brother didn't even have his own name. I always tried to talk with him some on my visits, even though he didn't respond. So I went and sat with him a while one day and started talking about names. I told him I was tired of calling him Coot, and thought we should try something different. He began opening his eyes and rolling them around, like he wanted to look at me, but couldn't figure out how.
This got me excited, so I tried a few names, but he got listless again. Then, I suggested Bert. His eyes snapped open and he stared right at me. He began opening and closing his mouth like he wanted to talk. So I told him his name would be Bert, and I'd tell the others.
Our old grandmother came in when I called all the family, and she was so happy, because Bert had been our grandfather's name. She seemed to drift into a contented sleep, but I thought she might be passing. Bert's mouth made a strange little O as he looked at her, then he turned his eyes to Big Coot and called him by his real name, Ernie.
That was his first word, and no one called either of them Coot again. Now they were Bert and Ernie.
Years went by, and Big Coot was goofy as hell, but otherwise normal. Little Coot, on the other hand, was basically comatose. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him, but he rarely opened his eyes, never talked, and really didn't acknowledge us.
I was a grown man now, and I was just sick of the fact that my littlest brother didn't even have his own name. I always tried to talk with him some on my visits, even though he didn't respond. So I went and sat with him a while one day and started talking about names. I told him I was tired of calling him Coot, and thought we should try something different. He began opening his eyes and rolling them around, like he wanted to look at me, but couldn't figure out how.
This got me excited, so I tried a few names, but he got listless again. Then, I suggested Bert. His eyes snapped open and he stared right at me. He began opening and closing his mouth like he wanted to talk. So I told him his name would be Bert, and I'd tell the others.
Our old grandmother came in when I called all the family, and she was so happy, because Bert had been our grandfather's name. She seemed to drift into a contented sleep, but I thought she might be passing. Bert's mouth made a strange little O as he looked at her, then he turned his eyes to Big Coot and called him by his real name, Ernie.
That was his first word, and no one called either of them Coot again. Now they were Bert and Ernie.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Going to the Chapel and We're Blah Blah Blah ~ 6/21/2014
I dreamed they told me I needed to get ready, and I thought maybe they were throwing me a birthday party, but someone put me in a gorgeous white dress and someone else took over my hair and makeup, and suddenly a friend of mine was walking me down an aisle, past all of my friends and family, up to a waiting minister... but there was no groom.
I stood alone before the minister, waiting, then he told us to all sit, and he started talking about marriage. Then a friend of mine got up wearing a tux, but he just proceeded to give a speech, and he mostly talked about his family, who were all sitting behind him on a stage, and all the trouble and difficult history he had with them. When he was done, another friend got up and was also in a tux, but he just did a goofy song and dance routine.
The minister talked some more, and there was some music, and I could hear everyone murmuring about how beautiful I was in my white silk dress with a full, pleated skirt that could be gathered up with lavender ribbons. I remember the ribbons because I started playing with them to avoid looking anyone in the eye. A priest spoke then about it being best to abstain until marriage, but so important to enjoy fully all the gifts of God that you find in each other afterward.
Then the minister said the wedding was over, and everyone left for the reception, but I just couldn't face them, because I'd made it through an entire wedding with absolutely no groom, and I was afraid I might now be solemnly and officially married to no one, and would have to stay that way for life. So I just sat there playing with the ribbons on my dress and crying for a while.
Eventually I got up and went to game night, and thanked my friends for coming, and for their gifts. The friend who had given a speech had gone out to the town plaza and sung Sinatra as loud as he could for six hours as his gift to me. Everyone else had stuck to the registry, but I had no idea what was on there. Then we decided to play Wii Lego Game of Thrones, and I got to be the red pieces. And then I woke up.
I stood alone before the minister, waiting, then he told us to all sit, and he started talking about marriage. Then a friend of mine got up wearing a tux, but he just proceeded to give a speech, and he mostly talked about his family, who were all sitting behind him on a stage, and all the trouble and difficult history he had with them. When he was done, another friend got up and was also in a tux, but he just did a goofy song and dance routine.
The minister talked some more, and there was some music, and I could hear everyone murmuring about how beautiful I was in my white silk dress with a full, pleated skirt that could be gathered up with lavender ribbons. I remember the ribbons because I started playing with them to avoid looking anyone in the eye. A priest spoke then about it being best to abstain until marriage, but so important to enjoy fully all the gifts of God that you find in each other afterward.
Then the minister said the wedding was over, and everyone left for the reception, but I just couldn't face them, because I'd made it through an entire wedding with absolutely no groom, and I was afraid I might now be solemnly and officially married to no one, and would have to stay that way for life. So I just sat there playing with the ribbons on my dress and crying for a while.
Eventually I got up and went to game night, and thanked my friends for coming, and for their gifts. The friend who had given a speech had gone out to the town plaza and sung Sinatra as loud as he could for six hours as his gift to me. Everyone else had stuck to the registry, but I had no idea what was on there. Then we decided to play Wii Lego Game of Thrones, and I got to be the red pieces. And then I woke up.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Secret Identities and Crazy Truck Hijinks ~ 6/20/2014
I dreamed that I was at a bar wearing a Rice T-shirt, and some guys started hollering, "Woooo! Whiskey Owls!" At me. I saw they were wearing Rice shirts, and we must have agreed that whiskey was awesome, so I grinned and waved to them, but I was leaving, so there wasn't time to chat.
I met up with my dad and my boyfriend at a Mexican restaurant. We had a late lunch, then all headed for mom and dad's house in the hill country. Dad was driving a truck with a trailer attached. Somewhere down Redwing Road, that became a truck towing a semi by a 20 foot long swiveling attachment made out of six inch pipe. This was working fine until we turned down Sunrise Trail, and the cops in the police helicopter were getting really nervous because daddy was towing the rig with a small airplane flying about thirty feet off the ground, which seemed like a fine idea, until he reached the stop lights, suspended on cable, hanging above our one lane, in the sticks, cul de sac road. Then the cops started hollering through a bullhorn, but dad just went on through the red lights, and the cable and poles went down to the ground, then sprang right back to normal.
The cops flew off, and we got home with no other problems. There was a party going on, and most of the MOB, some of my New Orleans friends, and the Whiskey Owls guys were there. The trailer dad was hauling turned out to be a mobile home that he parked out by the garage for mom to do her writing in, because mom was a writer, though I didn't think she'd gotten anything published yet.
The party was doing great when one of my NOLA friends, who was also a writer, came and told me how excited she was to learn that my mom was actually Corey Flynn, author of a best selling vampire mystery series. My friend explained excitedly that she and some other writers had figured it out and she couldn't wait to tell everyone.
I pointed out that my mother hadn't even told ME; I was pretty sure she didn't want anyone to know. But my friend insisted this was just what writers did, and she was going to spread the word. I became absolutely furious, ordered her to leave, and told her we were no longer on friendly speaking turns. Another friend that she's already told came up then to ask me about it, an I told her I had no knowledge of it being true, and if it was, my mom probably wouldn't be happy to know her secret was out, so I'd appreciate it if she wouldn't tell anyone else, and she agreed. My other friend kept insisting it would be okay, until I yelled at her to GET OUT, and shoved her out the door.
But she kept trying to explain how it was okay, and then another friend came up excited about it because she'd been told. But she agreed not to tell.
Finally my mom called me into the writing trailer, and told me that yes, she was Corey Flynn, and that it was too late, everyone knew, and she wasn't really happy, but it was done, and she wanted me to not be so angry. Then she told me that one of her characters was modeled after me, and my vampire name was Jacob Perfect, and I thanked her for not making me a really mystical sounding character, and we hugged, and then I woke up.
I met up with my dad and my boyfriend at a Mexican restaurant. We had a late lunch, then all headed for mom and dad's house in the hill country. Dad was driving a truck with a trailer attached. Somewhere down Redwing Road, that became a truck towing a semi by a 20 foot long swiveling attachment made out of six inch pipe. This was working fine until we turned down Sunrise Trail, and the cops in the police helicopter were getting really nervous because daddy was towing the rig with a small airplane flying about thirty feet off the ground, which seemed like a fine idea, until he reached the stop lights, suspended on cable, hanging above our one lane, in the sticks, cul de sac road. Then the cops started hollering through a bullhorn, but dad just went on through the red lights, and the cable and poles went down to the ground, then sprang right back to normal.
The cops flew off, and we got home with no other problems. There was a party going on, and most of the MOB, some of my New Orleans friends, and the Whiskey Owls guys were there. The trailer dad was hauling turned out to be a mobile home that he parked out by the garage for mom to do her writing in, because mom was a writer, though I didn't think she'd gotten anything published yet.
The party was doing great when one of my NOLA friends, who was also a writer, came and told me how excited she was to learn that my mom was actually Corey Flynn, author of a best selling vampire mystery series. My friend explained excitedly that she and some other writers had figured it out and she couldn't wait to tell everyone.
I pointed out that my mother hadn't even told ME; I was pretty sure she didn't want anyone to know. But my friend insisted this was just what writers did, and she was going to spread the word. I became absolutely furious, ordered her to leave, and told her we were no longer on friendly speaking turns. Another friend that she's already told came up then to ask me about it, an I told her I had no knowledge of it being true, and if it was, my mom probably wouldn't be happy to know her secret was out, so I'd appreciate it if she wouldn't tell anyone else, and she agreed. My other friend kept insisting it would be okay, until I yelled at her to GET OUT, and shoved her out the door.
But she kept trying to explain how it was okay, and then another friend came up excited about it because she'd been told. But she agreed not to tell.
Finally my mom called me into the writing trailer, and told me that yes, she was Corey Flynn, and that it was too late, everyone knew, and she wasn't really happy, but it was done, and she wanted me to not be so angry. Then she told me that one of her characters was modeled after me, and my vampire name was Jacob Perfect, and I thanked her for not making me a really mystical sounding character, and we hugged, and then I woke up.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
TBTT #4 Dollhouse Dream ~ 2/26/2012
I dreamed that I was working with Echo (and occasionally AS Echo) in New Orleans, after the Dollhouse managed to fall into obscurity before the global apocalypse that it came to on TV. They had tried to wipe and re-imprint all the actives with original personas, but it had been tricky and hadn't always gone well. We were monitoring the actives and trying to bring them in for what you might call repairs when their re-integration hit a snag. For example, Echo herself kept getting stuck at a rack of paperback books in Wallgreen's, always picking up a book in a certain position, looking at it, putting it back, and completely forgetting what she was doing there. We discovered that this action with a certain book in a certain place had happened before on her various engagements, and we were trying to figure out what memory was missing (or what fake memory we could construct) to fill that hole and get her out of that pattern.
Of course, of all the actives we were following, the one in the worst shape was Bennet (yes I know in the show she was never an active and... all...). But her repair imprint had a lot of holes, and because of her brilliance and her OCD, she absolutely could not deal with missing information in her head and kept flipping out all over the place. And I was helping as much as I could, but I always had to lie very still so I wouldn't start coughing...
Of course, of all the actives we were following, the one in the worst shape was Bennet (yes I know in the show she was never an active and... all...). But her repair imprint had a lot of holes, and because of her brilliance and her OCD, she absolutely could not deal with missing information in her head and kept flipping out all over the place. And I was helping as much as I could, but I always had to lie very still so I wouldn't start coughing...
Reprise on Just Couldn't Leave ~ 6/19/2014
Last night I got trapped somewhere else I just couldn't leave. But instead of a parking garage, it was an ex-boyfriend's and his wife's house.
At some point in my dream, I ran into an ex. He invited me to stop in at his house to visit and meet his wife. Then, as I was leaving, I realized I'd forgotten my sunglasses, and went back in. Then he was showing me something on the computer, and we took a long time to figure it out. Then he asked me to do a favor for him, and when I left, he called me back because he'd forgotten to give me something I'd need for that. Then I walked out the front door a few times only to find myself in a back hallway or the living room or kitchen. Then he found out someone was computer stalking him, and he and his wife decided to go to England, and they asked me to house-sit while they were abroad. Finally, they told me I should leave and go home, and I left to meet my family in Norway for a family vacation, and I walked all over the snowy streets, through a holiday-bedecked shopping mall, into an insurance office where I scolded a woman executive who was sexually harassing one of her female assistants, even though I didn't know Norwegian and she didn't know English. I couldn't seem to find my family, but I kept seeing the ex and his wife, and when I finally got to my lodgings in the evening... I was staying in their house.
At some point in my dream, I ran into an ex. He invited me to stop in at his house to visit and meet his wife. Then, as I was leaving, I realized I'd forgotten my sunglasses, and went back in. Then he was showing me something on the computer, and we took a long time to figure it out. Then he asked me to do a favor for him, and when I left, he called me back because he'd forgotten to give me something I'd need for that. Then I walked out the front door a few times only to find myself in a back hallway or the living room or kitchen. Then he found out someone was computer stalking him, and he and his wife decided to go to England, and they asked me to house-sit while they were abroad. Finally, they told me I should leave and go home, and I left to meet my family in Norway for a family vacation, and I walked all over the snowy streets, through a holiday-bedecked shopping mall, into an insurance office where I scolded a woman executive who was sexually harassing one of her female assistants, even though I didn't know Norwegian and she didn't know English. I couldn't seem to find my family, but I kept seeing the ex and his wife, and when I finally got to my lodgings in the evening... I was staying in their house.
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