I slept terrible last night. I went to bed at 11:30, got up and took Nyquil around 12:30, played my guitar in the dark from 1:45-2:15ish, then finally fell asleep around 3. I then proceeded to wake up every 30-40 minutes until my alarm went off at 8:35. These nights of course, lead to some pretty trippy, vivid dreams.
I feel like I dreamt the whole night, about random thoughts, Call of Duty: Black Ops was a big one, but the one dream I remember like it actually happened is the one I'll go into detail below. Before I do this, I'd like to play out the period before I slept a bit more.
My brain was overactive, and I couldn't stop thinking. Usually when I lay down, I think of one thing, one thing only, then slowly erase that thought, and once my mind is empty, I'm out for the count. Well, since it was Sunday night, I was thinking about my Monday classes. I had a paper I had to print off, I'm out of breakfast food, so I had buy something on campus, and I have a Spanish presentation on Wednesday that I have yet to memorize the lines of. So I got out of bed, packed my bag so I wouldn't forget, put my flash-drive (my paper) next to my keys, grabbed enough change out of my stash to buy breakfast, and took Nyquil to help slow my brain down.
So I sat in bed, now I had music running through my mind. This was because I spent a good portion of the day re-learning the little guitar I know, and learning a few of my current favorites. So I grabbed my guitar. It's electric, but I unplugged it to get as close to acoustic as I could, and I replayed the 5 songs I learned to the best of my ability in the dark, without my glasses. This must have worked, because I fell asleep about an hour later >.>
Enough rambling, here's the dream. Like I said, I feel like it was reality, and remember it as clearly as I would if it were. I was in a classroom, one I've dreamt about many times before, and was listening to a terribly boring lecture. A girl I know was sitting next to me, wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, made some comment about the lecture that another girl (who I don't know), who was wearing a bright blue Christmas sweater, thought was absolutely absurd. So Blue (we'll call her) started ranting and raving about how stupid Red is, and how her comment was total nonsense and no one said shit. Well I got pissed, not only was Blue interrupting the lecture I was "listening" to, but she was insulting my friend. So I turned and said, "How bout you quit ragging on someone just because you're too damn ignorant to realize you don't know what the fuck you're talking about?" This made the entire class go silent, and watch the argument (just like those cliche moments in movies). So Blue responds with, "If I don't know what I'm talking about, then why would I say anything in the first place?" "I think you answered your own question, so shut your bitch-mouth and sit down." (Crowd cheers, I am victorious)
The class ended as everyone cheered, and I walked out with more swagger than Soulja Boy. I then went to the snack stand outside the lecture hall in Pearce (on CMU campus) and made a mini pizza that was identical to the "individuals" we had back in high school. D.J. Shuster was with me in line, and we talked about school, how things were going, and how badly we missed recess and playing football back at Washington Elementary (holy memories, Batman). He finished his pizza before I did, and left to pay. As I continued dumping an entire shaker of Parmesan cheese on my pizza, I got in line to pay, and this 5 inch pizza cost me $12. I had $5.50 in quarters (the change I got ready before sleeping) and my debit card. So I complained about the price with the cashier lady, who was Big Ronda from my high school, and ended up only paying the $5.50 with my quarters.
The process of making the pizza, reminiscing with D.J. and arguing the price of said pizza, I was late for my next class. So ran, in the rain from Pearce to Brooks (which isn't really that far, maybe 70 yards). On my way, I saw a lady I worked with at Woodard over the summer, carrying a surfboard from some storage closet which was located on the side of Pearce (doesn't exist). I greeted her, and we talked about how badly we can't wait for the 1 o' clock bell to ring, so Steve could come tells us we're getting out an hour early. And sure enough, as I rounded the corner and entered Brooks, that same bell rang, and I woke up sweating as if I was actually working back at the factory.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Dream Blog Entry #9
Last night was composed of a chain of dreams, all related, but separated by uncontrolled wake-ups.
It started at some shopping complex, I was with my friends Jordan, Adam, and Brett. A couple other people were there, but they've been lost to the morning grog. We wandered the mall, stopping at most shops, never buying anything, and basically talked about the future trip to the U.P. we were planning. As we wandered the mall, I brought up the fact that I had recently gotten back from some journey that required a full day's drive to return from, and they were astounded that I was willing to do it again the day after. I remember stopping at a shop and having a long conversation with the desk clerk, but there was a very distressed customer that had something to do with it. Around this point was the first time I woke up.
The next thing I recall is Adam and I were in some version of a chemistry class, in the public library of Owosso. We both left 'class' early so we could get on the road sooner, and obviously, to the U.P. sooner. We both got in our cars, drove home, grabbed our luggage, then I picked him up and met Jordan and Brett at Jordan's house. Second wake up.
Third time I returned to dreaming, We were all back in the library parking lot, and waiting for either Brett or Adam's uncle to show up to bring us our luggage. As we waited, Jordan and Brett struck up a conversation with some people who were locked in a jail-like establishment. They yelled back and forth about life on the inside and outside, and I remember Jordan saying (quite vividly), "They're basically married to the place, he's essentially at CMU for the rest of his life."
It started at some shopping complex, I was with my friends Jordan, Adam, and Brett. A couple other people were there, but they've been lost to the morning grog. We wandered the mall, stopping at most shops, never buying anything, and basically talked about the future trip to the U.P. we were planning. As we wandered the mall, I brought up the fact that I had recently gotten back from some journey that required a full day's drive to return from, and they were astounded that I was willing to do it again the day after. I remember stopping at a shop and having a long conversation with the desk clerk, but there was a very distressed customer that had something to do with it. Around this point was the first time I woke up.
The next thing I recall is Adam and I were in some version of a chemistry class, in the public library of Owosso. We both left 'class' early so we could get on the road sooner, and obviously, to the U.P. sooner. We both got in our cars, drove home, grabbed our luggage, then I picked him up and met Jordan and Brett at Jordan's house. Second wake up.
Third time I returned to dreaming, We were all back in the library parking lot, and waiting for either Brett or Adam's uncle to show up to bring us our luggage. As we waited, Jordan and Brett struck up a conversation with some people who were locked in a jail-like establishment. They yelled back and forth about life on the inside and outside, and I remember Jordan saying (quite vividly), "They're basically married to the place, he's essentially at CMU for the rest of his life."
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Dream Blog Entry #8
I was enjoying a glorious cruise a ship almost identical to the Titanic, headed across the Atlantic to some swimming event. Occasionally, I would dive off ship, swim along side the boat, then climb up and continue with the recreation. Due to it being a large ocean liner, looking like the Titanic, we collided with an iceberg, and started sinking. When we hit, I was in a room with blue carpet on both the floor and walls, and a white tiled ceiling (much like a school room's ceiling). I was on my laptop, and cords were littering the floor. Water started trickling into the room, and I bailed to avoid electrocution.
The scenario quickly switched to something that required stocking up on a massive amount of foodstuffs, water, and basic survival gear. So as I left the flooding room, I entered a large superstore, in the grocery section. I grabbed a cart and started piling in non-perishable foods, water, and a strange amount of napkins. There were maybe 5 other people in the store, all stocking up as well, and we talked about how crazy whatever was going on was (it's a shame I can't remember).
After what felt like hours of stocking up, I left the store empty handed and left from the side of the sinking ship, and began swimming in the direction I thought might be closest to land. I swam for only a short amount of time, and woke up after getting taken out by a large wave.
The scenario quickly switched to something that required stocking up on a massive amount of foodstuffs, water, and basic survival gear. So as I left the flooding room, I entered a large superstore, in the grocery section. I grabbed a cart and started piling in non-perishable foods, water, and a strange amount of napkins. There were maybe 5 other people in the store, all stocking up as well, and we talked about how crazy whatever was going on was (it's a shame I can't remember).
After what felt like hours of stocking up, I left the store empty handed and left from the side of the sinking ship, and began swimming in the direction I thought might be closest to land. I swam for only a short amount of time, and woke up after getting taken out by a large wave.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Dream Blog Entry #7
I was driving around Downtown Owosso at night, headed home from some party or something, and it was snowing hardcore. Because of poor plowing, every road north of the Junior High School was blocked by about 5 feet of fresh fallen snow. For some reason, there was also about a 12 foot brick wall at the side of each road, and to let people pass from one side to the other, workers were hired to tear down a portion of the wall, and we all crossed Old-School-Obstacle-Course-Style, instead of climbing over the 5 feet of plowed snow.
Lights were installed at each wall, and worked just like traffic lights. It took a couple cycles for me to make it over, and for a period of time, I got stuck on the bottom just helping other people over, and missed my chance a couple of times. But I made it over, and when I got to the other side, there were hundreds of people waiting to get through, and they all had this look on their faces that made it seem like the end of the world, and they were so happy to get across. After crossing, I was applauded for my triumphant victory of crossing the wall, and I continued my journey home.
I was abruptly awoken by either my blankets pulling a hair on my back, or a spider bite. I then proceeded to lay in bed for 2 hours, paranoid about the fact that there could be a spider in my bed, and I was going to get bit again. But I was too lazy to get up and check, in fear of not being able to fall back to sleep. But in combination of a text from my mother and an email regarding tree vandalization at a local apartment complex, returning to the sweet state of sleep was impossible.
Lights were installed at each wall, and worked just like traffic lights. It took a couple cycles for me to make it over, and for a period of time, I got stuck on the bottom just helping other people over, and missed my chance a couple of times. But I made it over, and when I got to the other side, there were hundreds of people waiting to get through, and they all had this look on their faces that made it seem like the end of the world, and they were so happy to get across. After crossing, I was applauded for my triumphant victory of crossing the wall, and I continued my journey home.
I was abruptly awoken by either my blankets pulling a hair on my back, or a spider bite. I then proceeded to lay in bed for 2 hours, paranoid about the fact that there could be a spider in my bed, and I was going to get bit again. But I was too lazy to get up and check, in fear of not being able to fall back to sleep. But in combination of a text from my mother and an email regarding tree vandalization at a local apartment complex, returning to the sweet state of sleep was impossible.
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