10-25-2012, 05:21 AM
I had intense dreams last night.
I remember being a passenger in a small plane, with a seat-of-her-pants pilot landing us on a snowy field to have dinner at some local Inuit cafe. There was at least one other passenger, but I don't remember who it was.
The airport turned out to be warm and arid, with no snow to be seen anywhere, but lots of people and buildings.
Then I was working in a huge warehouse which was also a theater, where I kept screwing up as a worker, breaking ladders while trying to measure the height of the ceiling with two nincompoops who were trying to stack dowels end-to-end to measure the height.
After leaving the warehouse, I went to a location that dynamically shifted between a stereotypical movie director "spot" on-set and a deck with a patio table and chairs, where my family was eating dinner. I had to go get something, but my shortest path was blocked by wasps, so I had to go around the deck to the other side.
After this, I was headed underground, following a very narrow set of steps which required contortions to squeeze myself along. Right next to me was a perfectly open and easy to walk hallway, and the ugly-but-attracted-to-me women from my past kept walking along it, making lewd comments about my body while I'm trying to move along this difficult path.
Finally, I get down to the kitchen, where three women are working on very simple snacks. It was reminiscent of Hospitality at conventions where I used to work. They would provide basic food for staff workers. In this case, the three women were competing for my attention, and again, thoroughly unattractive.
After extricating myself from them, I worked my way further downstairs to the area where boxes were stored, and then the dream ended, because my alarm went off.
I remember being a passenger in a small plane, with a seat-of-her-pants pilot landing us on a snowy field to have dinner at some local Inuit cafe. There was at least one other passenger, but I don't remember who it was.
The airport turned out to be warm and arid, with no snow to be seen anywhere, but lots of people and buildings.
Then I was working in a huge warehouse which was also a theater, where I kept screwing up as a worker, breaking ladders while trying to measure the height of the ceiling with two nincompoops who were trying to stack dowels end-to-end to measure the height.
After leaving the warehouse, I went to a location that dynamically shifted between a stereotypical movie director "spot" on-set and a deck with a patio table and chairs, where my family was eating dinner. I had to go get something, but my shortest path was blocked by wasps, so I had to go around the deck to the other side.
After this, I was headed underground, following a very narrow set of steps which required contortions to squeeze myself along. Right next to me was a perfectly open and easy to walk hallway, and the ugly-but-attracted-to-me women from my past kept walking along it, making lewd comments about my body while I'm trying to move along this difficult path.
Finally, I get down to the kitchen, where three women are working on very simple snacks. It was reminiscent of Hospitality at conventions where I used to work. They would provide basic food for staff workers. In this case, the three women were competing for my attention, and again, thoroughly unattractive.
After extricating myself from them, I worked my way further downstairs to the area where boxes were stored, and then the dream ended, because my alarm went off.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
