for some reason, I dreamt I was speaking in German last night.

what the hey.

I had a 25-second nightmare last night that I wrecked the living shit out of my car. And then parked it in the carport and came back to my apartment-- which it seems to me I would have remembered. That was the piece of reality I clung to, that made me not go check. And it probably took twenty minutes to talk myself out of that dream. Thank God it was about something material, and not a vivid what-the-fuck dream like I usually have...it's those that I hate-- the ones where it's not a tangible "nope, car's fine, apparently i'm dreaming" verification. The "oh, jesus, i didn't really do that, did I?" ones bother me.

I can totally wrap my head around severe John-Nash-conspiracy-holy-shit-the-world-is-crazy-and-no-one-sees-it mental disorders, based solely on what my brain can show me in the span of a minute. Shit that DIDN'T HAPPEN. Yet there it is, in full color and sound in my head. I'm not sure if there's sound in my dreams, but people talk and I know what they said, so...

anyway.

Again, I notice that the brain is a powerful and scary piece of wobbly, sentient bologna.

Last night I had a dream wherein I had a conversaton with Imogen Heap, for a long time.

This is the latest in a string of...straight-up bizarre dreams I've been having, recently. I had one the other day where someone was a totally different race than normal, and looked totally different, but talked in the same voice.

(my brain is strange...)

SO... I just had a dream that someone stole my CAR.

I was, somenow, back at Temple High, in the parking lot. There's a brick retaining wall, and I was sitting on that, with... someone. Somebody stole my car, and I knew this when it was driven AWAY. Visually, this was the row in the very left side, up near the front of the lot on the end. I was walking over to it, When SCREEEECH-- off it went.

So I'm back on the retaining wall, somehow, watching these people driving the shit out of my car, in the parking lot, right. And it occurs to me that I'm not totally sure if it's my car, so I use the remote. I click the lock button and the turn signals blink-- That's how I knew it was my car, apparently.

Right after that, the car brakes, HARD. Leaned forward at something like a 30 degree angle-- back tires off the ground, and two people get out and walk over to me.

It's Jason (Emmy's friend's date) and Emmy. From this dance. In the dream, I consciously looked to see if she still had a wedding ring on, since I was surprised to see her with Jason.

And then, somehow, we were in the first level of a parking garage, and a motorcycle cop pulled up. And I told Jason "I'm gonna go report this." And he was like, "okay."

And right about then, I woke up.

last night I dreamt I went on a date with Katharine Hepburn.


No, I don't know what brought that one on, either.

edit: the late-1930s-era Katharine Hepburn. that clarification brought on by this:

Endiron: Katharine Hepburns hands shake
Endiron: There is the connection
Endiron:You secretly crave a geriatric hot mamma with shaky hands who talk like she is laying on the magic fingers bed
Endiron signed off at 8:12:46 PM.

hmm. not so much a fan of elderly Katharine Hepburn. The thirty-year old one, much more so.

I had the craziest dream...In no particular order:

I met Anthony Kiedis, and when chatting with him, fumbled the name of his band, as "Stone Temp... er, Red Hot Chili Peppers"

Met Flea, a bit after that

met some random guy in an airport who twisted my arm backwards, to get info on his pen cap (purple, i think it was...)

got a gift card (green, with black embossed letters, to...Dillards, I think) for having a Texas accent.


See? I have no idea why I have weird dreams like this... not a clue.

that's the last time i listen to a song about a car crash, before bed. (Passage, by Vienna Teng (link to lyrics there))

I just had a really realistic dream. There was a truck--thirties vintage, or so, on the front end--the bed was more recent, the front fenders were primered. That truck was driving through a parking lot-- looked a lot like the Cici's lot in College Station, actually--islands and poles everywhere-- and hit an island, laid over on it's side and skidded. a guy got out and sat on the ground; i asked if i ought to call 911. (it was iffy, he got right up) and he said yes. I screwed up typing in 911 in my phone-- i typed 91*send*, typed 9143423*send* (must have been sleepy in the dream, too) and by the time i did it correctly, the police were there. There was a sheet of stickers, green, about 3"x1", that said "SURVIVOR" on them, those were in the dream somewhere. and i talked to my father in the dream too, on the phone--not at 911, though.

And about then i woke up.

damn, i have an active imagination. See, y'all, this is how my imagination goes.

i just had the single coolest dream ever. i was watching, in the dream, an online video (yes, geeky shit, i know) where a guy was skydiving, and then went to wing-gliding, and then soemthing else, and each time he'd change flight methods, his makeup and costume and all would change. Like the first one was him skydiving, and tehn this wing came out of the back of his jacket and he went from free-fall to lateral flight. the last one, he'd just sprouted Braveheart makeup (blue and yellow, i shit you not), when i was goign to show the video to trevor, who was there in a big black coat and long, dark hair, but somehow i knoew it was trevor. And we were in something like if you crossed legislator's desks with dorm rooms with stadium seats-- tiered, giant compartments, with a big balcony, made out of wood. (actually reminds me, now that i think back on it, of the Senate chamber in Star Wars. yes, trevor, i know that gets me a not-so-secret geek point.) With beds, and desks, and computers. and then Walter came to look, walking on the edge of the compartments, and grabbed my computer speaker for a handhold. Which, of course, gave way, and he fell something like 4 stories, and ended up making about a ten-foot-deep hole in the ground. I actually remember, in the dream, being scared for him for an instant. And then, in true Walter fashion, he got up unharmed.

and then i woke up.

coolest. dream. ever.

I sleep with my contacts out. Fine, right?

And i just had a dream in which I got tired of not being able to see in the dream and woke myself up. Yeah, my eyesight in the dream was fuzzy.

That's just weird.

jeesh, I have some realistic dreams. not cool. One was one of those "go gambling, lose your ass at the table, and the "mob" wantes their money. it was $5500, specifically that they wanted. And "the mob" in this was this big farmboy-looking guy in a bluish-colored check shirt. with a big knife. and then I woke up.

No, really, I have some weird dreams. It took me about ten minutes to think myself out of that one...

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Off to Barnes and Noble for a bit... catch y'all later.

had a weird dream last night, really realistic. I do that lately.

but this was a nice one.

heh. maybe it was the phone call that triggered it.

*smile*

*dream segment*

so i'm outside, and it's foggy, and misty, and weird. and a little bank of thready, misty fog passes by. I grab it, and it pulls apart, like batting, or freshly carded wool. the fog is coming in clumps, such that I wave my hand, and i can move them around.

*/dream segment*