; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I'm shooting video of my friends Scott and Lori's wedding. In the dream Lori barely knows me but I am hired as a friend. I plan my shots and I get ready. The wedding starts and durring her precession my camera work is a herky jerky mess. She stops halfway to the front of the church and her and Scott are singing to some prerecorded music, a fast passed Cab Calloway type tune. Actually, she's singing and Scott's lip syncing his part. I'm fighting with some kid who stands right in front of my camera. I move him over but he keeps moving back. I shove him and he still won't stay out from in front of my camera. About that time I realize the camera's not recording. I hit record and it only stays on for a minute. I have no idea what's wrong. I wake up.
After waking up, it occurs to me that I should've stayed in the dream and said "Cut. Okay, that was great, let's get a second take. I want more emotion this time."

Last night I dreamt I lived in a nice house. I heard a noise in my back yard and three young black girls were playing back there. One of them was climbing a tree that grew right up along the house. I scared her by saying hello from the second story window when she'd climbed almost that high. She got over it, said hello back and then found a birds nest. She plucked it from where it sat.
"Don't Do That!" I told her firmly. "Put it back so the mama bird can hatch her babies."
The eggs in the nest were all different shapes and colors. The girl did not want to put it back. I took it from her, set it back, and escourted her out of the yard. THe other two girls seemed to cease to exist.
As soon as I went in my house I saw her sneaking back into the yard. I ran to a side door and cut her off. "What are you doing?"
"That Mama bird don't know what she's doing.
"You have to get out of here." I told her, and I shoved her. I don't remember much beyond this. I felt bad that I shoved the girl.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I'm at work, there's some kind of get together, the employees kids are all there. I'm talking to Vivian's boy about a pain in my knee. He tells me the pain in his knee started just the same way, and he ended up needing surgery.
I get on my cell phone, talking to Scott at The Bee about the job I'm hoping to get. I walk outside with the phone and it seems our office is in Seattle. I walk up the hill to a coffee shop, still talking to Scott. He wants me to work with a guy named Erick in LA, doing a TV show. "I thought you wanted me to write." He tells me I will do the tv show and then write about doing the tv show. I can't see anything but white as there's smoke everywhere. I want to keep talking. I realize that if I start walking I might be walking into the fire or out of it. I keep talking and I walk. I end up on a busy Seattle street, foot traffic heavy.

My cell phone turns out to actually be the office phone, the cord still attached. I picture the cord running from the office up to the coffee shop and back down to where I am now. I unplug. I'm now just talking on the handset but it's working fine.

I wake up.