Dream Post
Sorry folks, this one's a day late.
Last night's dream involved talking to one of the leads in the play I'm writing incidental music for. He asked whether or not I was finished with the pieces.
Apparently I can't escape my work even in my dreams. * Sigh *
So, two nights ago's dream:
I was at a former workplace of mine (dream-workplace, real-life ex-co-workers), hanging out with some ex-co-workers and finally decided to leave. An odd place, since there were hitching posts, but no horses to be seen. As I was sitting in the back seat of a car (I suppose my friends were driving me somewhere once they got off-shift), I started engaging one of a couple random kid/ customers in conversation.
Kid asked me what he could do to be "cool." I figured I owed it to the kid to get advice from someone who was actually cool: Samuel L. Jackson, who also was in the back seat of the car. I really don't know why he was there, he just was.
Sadly, Samuel L. Jackson had no advice. After we left, I suggested he could've given some advice on hats perhaps: "you know, find one that looks good on you and fits." He thought it was pretty sound advice.
In our next scene, we (coworker, me, and Mr. Jackson) had been shopping and were looking for my car so we could leave. We walked through a strange landscape of sponge-like growths; an aboveground reef perhaps? I kept up with the two for most of it, until we reached a large bus-shelter structure (metal frame holding lots of glass panes, the lone doorway open to the air). Once we were in this enormous structure (no really. It was three stories tall!) we located my car and left the bus-shelter to get there, the landscape morphing from "aboveground reef" to "primeval, enormous forest." I kept up with my friend, and Mr. Jackson for a while, but eventually took a different turn around one particular tree and came out on a straightaway couple of limbs that took me almost directly where I needed to go . . . until I got to the end of traversable limb. I climbed between these two limbs, thinking there would be something underneath, but alas, I was wrong.
As I dangled, seemingly 30-40 feet above the forest floor, I saw my two traveling companions encouraging me to jump down. Then Samuel L. Jackson walked underneath to catch me. I by no means wanted to squash Mr. Jackson (can you imagine the repercussions? "Samuel L. Jackson taken to hospital after being crushed by a falling acquaintance.") and he, apparently, didn't intend to catch me. "Why don't you just let go?" he asked.
So I did. There must have been a trick of the light, since I was only two feet off the ground. We set off to my car.
Here, things get a bit fuzzy. I think there was some sort of martial arts lesson, where my brother, Colin, was Mr. Jackson's student. My brother did well in the lesson, but not in the way he was supposed to. Cut to
an ice cream parlor, laid out like someone's house (lots of medium-sized rooms, ill-suited for large groups of people.). My mother and brother decided to celebrate Colin's lesson-passing by getting him some ice cream. Samuel L. Jackson disagreed with this however. As soon as my family turned their backs, Mr. Jackson walked up, smiled at me, and took my brother's ice cream.
My mother and I left the ice cream parlor (no idea what happened to my brother, I suppose he was lamenting his missing ice cream. Maybe he was making up his lesson.), discussing my brother's missing ice cream. "Why would he take your brother's ice cream, didn't he do well on the lesson?"
"Well," I replied "he might have wanted Colin to finish it in a different way."
Our discussion was cut short as we passed a closed pre-school. (Night had fallen at some point after dropping out trees.)
Inside was a Mandrill-woman. (Here, imagine something along the lines of Helena Bonham Carter in "Planet of the Apes," just . . . more ape-y.) "Oh look, a Mandrill-woman," I said.
My mother looked. About this time I thought to myself "maybe it's not the best idea to stare at a Mandrill-woman, she might take it as a threat." As I was about to voice this thought, the picture window we'd been looking through exploded with enraged Mandrill-woman. She ran around my mother and I, swiping at my mom at least once.
Here I started thinking of ways to dissuade a large ape from attacking. I reasoned that I should try to make myself as big as possible and start making loud noises (I realized this is advice for scaring bears, but it was worth a shot). I spread out my jacket and made a couple of half-assed moans. "I've taken voice lessons and this is the best I can do?" I thought. So I made a herculean effort, breathing deeply, and let out a not-so massive yawp . . . and jerked awake, flat on my back, shouting myself out of sleep.
Annie was not kindly disposed to my early morning shouts. But I figure saving my mom was worth waking up my wife, right?
Last night's dream involved talking to one of the leads in the play I'm writing incidental music for. He asked whether or not I was finished with the pieces.
Apparently I can't escape my work even in my dreams. * Sigh *
So, two nights ago's dream:
I was at a former workplace of mine (dream-workplace, real-life ex-co-workers), hanging out with some ex-co-workers and finally decided to leave. An odd place, since there were hitching posts, but no horses to be seen. As I was sitting in the back seat of a car (I suppose my friends were driving me somewhere once they got off-shift), I started engaging one of a couple random kid/ customers in conversation.
Kid asked me what he could do to be "cool." I figured I owed it to the kid to get advice from someone who was actually cool: Samuel L. Jackson, who also was in the back seat of the car. I really don't know why he was there, he just was.
Sadly, Samuel L. Jackson had no advice. After we left, I suggested he could've given some advice on hats perhaps: "you know, find one that looks good on you and fits." He thought it was pretty sound advice.
In our next scene, we (coworker, me, and Mr. Jackson) had been shopping and were looking for my car so we could leave. We walked through a strange landscape of sponge-like growths; an aboveground reef perhaps? I kept up with the two for most of it, until we reached a large bus-shelter structure (metal frame holding lots of glass panes, the lone doorway open to the air). Once we were in this enormous structure (no really. It was three stories tall!) we located my car and left the bus-shelter to get there, the landscape morphing from "aboveground reef" to "primeval, enormous forest." I kept up with my friend, and Mr. Jackson for a while, but eventually took a different turn around one particular tree and came out on a straightaway couple of limbs that took me almost directly where I needed to go . . . until I got to the end of traversable limb. I climbed between these two limbs, thinking there would be something underneath, but alas, I was wrong.
As I dangled, seemingly 30-40 feet above the forest floor, I saw my two traveling companions encouraging me to jump down. Then Samuel L. Jackson walked underneath to catch me. I by no means wanted to squash Mr. Jackson (can you imagine the repercussions? "Samuel L. Jackson taken to hospital after being crushed by a falling acquaintance.") and he, apparently, didn't intend to catch me. "Why don't you just let go?" he asked.
So I did. There must have been a trick of the light, since I was only two feet off the ground. We set off to my car.
Here, things get a bit fuzzy. I think there was some sort of martial arts lesson, where my brother, Colin, was Mr. Jackson's student. My brother did well in the lesson, but not in the way he was supposed to. Cut to
an ice cream parlor, laid out like someone's house (lots of medium-sized rooms, ill-suited for large groups of people.). My mother and brother decided to celebrate Colin's lesson-passing by getting him some ice cream. Samuel L. Jackson disagreed with this however. As soon as my family turned their backs, Mr. Jackson walked up, smiled at me, and took my brother's ice cream.
My mother and I left the ice cream parlor (no idea what happened to my brother, I suppose he was lamenting his missing ice cream. Maybe he was making up his lesson.), discussing my brother's missing ice cream. "Why would he take your brother's ice cream, didn't he do well on the lesson?"
"Well," I replied "he might have wanted Colin to finish it in a different way."
Our discussion was cut short as we passed a closed pre-school. (Night had fallen at some point after dropping out trees.)
Inside was a Mandrill-woman. (Here, imagine something along the lines of Helena Bonham Carter in "Planet of the Apes," just . . . more ape-y.) "Oh look, a Mandrill-woman," I said.
My mother looked. About this time I thought to myself "maybe it's not the best idea to stare at a Mandrill-woman, she might take it as a threat." As I was about to voice this thought, the picture window we'd been looking through exploded with enraged Mandrill-woman. She ran around my mother and I, swiping at my mom at least once.
Here I started thinking of ways to dissuade a large ape from attacking. I reasoned that I should try to make myself as big as possible and start making loud noises (I realized this is advice for scaring bears, but it was worth a shot). I spread out my jacket and made a couple of half-assed moans. "I've taken voice lessons and this is the best I can do?" I thought. So I made a herculean effort, breathing deeply, and let out a not-so massive yawp . . . and jerked awake, flat on my back, shouting myself out of sleep.
Annie was not kindly disposed to my early morning shouts. But I figure saving my mom was worth waking up my wife, right?