Wednesday
8 March 2000
Reading: Streetsigns, cause that's all I got!
Listening: happy sounds of a county office
Thinking: I like having dreams, specially when I have nothing to read
Drinking: Dr. Pepper
Ok-o-meter: 7 1/2, I have a job, temp and part time but we can't all live like cats
Quote for the day: "Drew, I've been sipping margaritas from a wading pool, nothing is obvious."
                            - Lewis, 'The Drew Carey show'
Weather report: sunny but still a little windy and chilly
 

8:15 am
The Day after Dreams
Dream last night:  Walking in to a large warehouse-type pet store.  Guy outside cleaning a cage.  The cage has two depressions on the ends for bowls and a somewhat thinner runner in the middle.  This bottom is made of something like particle board with square chicken wire mesh on the top, hinged on the back.  The effect is a gituar case and the overall visual is a barbell shaped cage.  The size suggects a cage for a small rabbit or two.  We look at the bearded lizards and then I go into the rabbit room.  The cages line the walls, stacked three tall.  The cages resemble bulk pet feeders but the fronts flip up so you can pet and pick up the rabbits.  There is a guy there with two girls, his daughters.  I look at the rabbits and pet them (this is a handle friendly store, sort of a pet store/petting zoo)  and admire the cage construction.  The older girl talks to me.  Wayne peeks in to tell me it's time to go.  The guy says "I wonder if you would do a favor for me?"  He hands me two pieces of paper he has written heavily on and a five dollar bill as a bribe.  The older girl tried to give me another dollar (to copy her father's bribe?)  The guys yells at her not to insult me and that what she did was obvious and rude.  Maybe it was rude because it was obvious or unnessassary since he had already done it?  He explains about a truck he wants but it has changed location and he doesn't have time (?) to track it down.  He has to take the girls back to their mother's house and it is a long trip (?) and he knows that it is such a sweet deal.  One of the scribbles is a copy of an ad for "Michael's Body Shop" which is where the truck is now.  I say "Oh, Mike, he's cool.  I know him"  and other such praise of Mike and his body shop.  That's where the dream ends as it flows into the next.

Next dream:  The alien dream.  The dream starts as a ceiling shot of a hot tube in a posh bathroom.  There are pillars and pillows on the side of the tub and a large plant in the background.  The effect is Grecian without being overmuch.  There are shapes in the water.  A large broze color koi shape, a large tadpole shape only slighly smaller than the koi, a minnow shape rather small and another shape I couldn't really identify.  I just know that there are four people in the house.  A mother, a father and two children in their teens - a boy and a girl.  The son of the house turns on the hot tube (it's already on and steam rises from it, but he activates the bubbles) and steps out from behind the pillar (where the door is?).   I see from the air shot that there are strange shapes in the water but the son can't see them through the thick steam.  He enters the tub (he's wearing swim shorts with a towel around his neck) and the dream is suddenly from the perpective of the aliens.  From hearing them talk to eachother (telepathically?) as and after they crawl under the skin of the boy and take him over, we learn that they just got to the earth, and have no idea what this creature is.  They are delighted by the wonderful environment (hot tub with bubbles!!) they found on this planet and they need to go out into the world to find out more.  They need to find out if there is any intelligent life here and what technology they possess.  They have no idea that the boy is intelligent life and a studly specimen at that.  They would only recognize somthing like themselves anyway.  The dream pretty much involved a lot of dialog between the different aliens and I noticed they multiplied and died at a fairly steady rate.  They filled the tub without crowding it at any time.

The third dream was just a runner of the Buffy episodes since the beginning to now.  The commercials each only a few seconds long still manage to convey the plot and teaser the watcher into interest.  The scenes flash then the title of the episode and then it moves into the next one.

Ok, now who thinks I watch to much TV?
 
 

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