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08:02 am
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dream 2006|10Oct|06th
A store had Coheed and Cambria - The Second Stage Turbine Blade for around $7, with special features, like ring binding on the side of the album case, and three additional songs. I picked it up, along with two albums marked at $3 or $4, and the album that I went to the store to get in the first place.
When I went to go watch them, I plugged Coheed's into a player in the woods and sat down in some shit. A middle-aged woman was concerned and offered me a ride home. I told her I was covered in shit though. I called my mom and grandma, but neither of them wanted to help bring me back.
My brother and I were sitting at a couple of computers. [I don't recall the rest of this]
My brother was watching something in a different room that my mom decided to watch in the living room. We got him to come join us. We could still hear the echo from the other room though.
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09:30 am
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dream 2006|10Oct|05th
They recreated some of my old favorite video games. One (not real) was an action/fighting game in which you are presented opportunities to change the course of history, by say, killing baby Hitler or tossing a couple zombies down some stairs, instead of letting them eat some people. In this game you could do Jet Li type moves, fighting against zombies and other undead nasty ghoulies. You continue to get cooler weapons, but your weapons break or you drop them heat of the moment, so you have to learn to steal them from your foes. Doing combos was a large basis. Basically, once you attacked, anything you could continue to attack that would put you out of harm's way so you could attack again was best. You tended to stay mid-air, kicking, punching, and flipping off of your foes.
My car had been broken into and was filled almost absolutely to the ceiling with spare change. I called my old job and asked to speak to the mechanic. I asked him what to do about it, and he said something to the effect of Be happy. But the change weighed down my car to the extent it's shocks were going out and you couldn't get in. Should it be vacuumed out? I had Lacey and Fernando waiting on me. Eventually I think I scooped it out to the ground with my arm. The car had a very round top. Newish. The place it was sitting in was the middle of public in a very black, dark, sewer-like place. Similar to an underground version of campus, with the car parked next to the Paws-n-Go.
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08:01 am
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dream 2006|10Oct|02nd
I went back to work again to see my old friends... or because I forgot that I didn't work there anymore.
My previous job was apparently hanging from monkey bars and scrubbing the backs of whales, dolphins, and sharks (over dangerous equipment of course). I stood there doing nothing until it felt like work was over, realized I'd wasted a whole day, and began to leave. My next door neighbor worked there and she was glad to see me. She asked me as I was about to leave to wait till she got off, so she could introduce me to some music she really liked.
As we walked back home. I saw Valery on her way to work, but she didn't acknowledge me. Liz saw her and happily greeted her. Valery ran the opposite direction through (a slightly twisted version of) the LBJ Student Center, crying.
At a party, a man gave me something generously, and I began making a joke about what politics are to his wife. I stated that it was nice to meet her because of what she'd be able to help me with, then promptly introduced her to an old roommate of mine, Clay, and told him that this is the woman I promised he could sleep with. He looked amused because he understood it was in jest. She was taken slightly back at the idea someone so young might have her. She asked if I'd actually have her and I was left speechless. I didn't want to hurt her feelings and say no, so I said that I don't sleep with anyone.
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10:01 am
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dream 2006|10Oct|01st
Wearing a sky blue prison uniform, the man was able to slip out the door, narrowly averting the eyes and ears of two guards. He trotted along with handcuffs on his legs, handcuffs on his hands. He made his way through downtown San Marcos, TX as best he could, slowly figuring out how to shed the obvious proof that he was an escapee. He managed to slip the handcuffs off of his right hand and take off the blue shirt. He was wearing a different shirt underneath. I suspected that the man was actually wrongly accused, and tried to notion him as to the next best step to take to get out and get his life back together. When I say I, I mean my mind. My body had no presence in the dream at all. I was practically a floating camera. He considered stepping into his most recent workplace as refuge. I decided against it. What he needed to do was find a way to get his chains cut and change clothes completely before continuing to traipse about avoiding the eyes of everyone.
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12:12 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|23rd
The beat in my ears before I woke was maybe the loudest thing in a dream ever.
Easy-come-easy-go. I was an adventurer, traveling through gorgeous places, scene by scene, as if in a video game, changing scenes. Often what I left behind in the last pane didn't matter, but some people would float downstream or walk into the next pane as well. I thought at first that I was having sex with ghosts, but it moved on to very real girls. Almost every attractive woman I saw was absolutely willing to get with me. Yet I could not get off. One of the girls I was amazed at how lifelike it felt for programming. I massaged her breasts and pulled her pants down and ate her out. No taste though, and her clit didn't feel quite right. Lack of polygons I suppose.
There was one moment in which I had to throw a fat woman into the river. Can't remember why. I just know it helped a different character. The fat woman dropped something in the river that I didn't retrieve.
The last girl I was with was real. (not a ghost) We started outside a hotel. Passer-bys looked at us weird and were going to be mean and she defended us by claiming that yes, we did have a room. She had black hair, wasn't the anorexic-ly skinny type. Good form for girl next door and was traveling too. We started running along the path downstream when the drums came in.
[I also faintly recall a golden-brown U-shaped room with guards near a camp and a bridge toward the river, before the part in which I threw the fat lady.]
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08:43 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|19th
A sort of underground summer camp. Feel like I've been here before. I was looking for the rest room, which used to be located in one of the apparel shops. It was no longer there, so I had to ask the camp leader, who was decked out in traditional boy-scout attire, red and brown colored. He told me they had removed that one, but there was another at ...
I walked outside the shop through the cave to find this mystical place of relief.
On the way back, I bumped into my friend Cady. She greeted me with a friendly hug and tagged along. We caught up a little and she commented that I should wear deodorant. I usually don't have to, but I hadn't shaved for a while, so I agreed.
Jon-Clay was in the cave too, somewhere, but I hadn't a clue. I think I recall seeing his car, as though it were junk in front of a restaurant or shop of some kind. The paint was fading and scratched. The entire thing looked like it was drawn by an artist using the hatching technique.
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08:33 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|18th
In my environmental ethics class, one of the criteria for passing was having a 16-hour-minimum job on top of school at a shitty underpaid place. Considering I almost got to quit working at the University Bookstore and that was too much, I was stressing out. Should I just tell them "I don't quit anymore" or get another job? I got one at some restaurant.
I was removing the surround sound from my room and placing it into the living room.
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11:25 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|17th
[when I passed out again] I dreamt of writing down the dream.
It was narrated by an old gruff voice in my head. The story of two people with everything: money, love, beauty, happiness. The interesting thing is how they keep it, because neither have jobs.
We were following the band Isis, learning how they got their name. A manager gave us bad tickets- little reports we had to fill out for every time she told us to leave them alone. However, the girlfriend was quite adept at breaking through the barrier. She got us all of our money by conning people. They would rent us houses or apartments and we'd stay in them for as long as we could until they got off tour.
I had a lot of people I intended to impress and host over. We were playing a game that allowed for 8 people to play simultaneously. I didn't know it was 8-player and refused to play in a particular round until one of the guests told me.
We had a cake and cupcakes. I actually had a stock of chocolate cakes with vanilla icing. After everyone left, I spun a cake around just for fun and it wouldn't stop spinning. I tried to slow it down, but it kept going. I held it's box, I pushed down on the top of the cake, but nothing worked. It spun until it disintegrated all over the place.
I told Russell about the misfortune with the cake when he got home.
Megan let all the birds out of the cage and I was yelling at her to put them all back in, but she wouldn't. She just cried, so I had to. 4 birds in a cage far too small for four birds... Each bird I would put back in the cage showed the cage's window and how much memory it took to do so.
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07:50 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|14th
walked naked into an old theatre classroom mistaking it for the bathroom. not so embarrassed, covering genitals. asked people if they could leave so I could use the rest room. They sent me somewhere else.
Had ridiculous homework for easy class I paid for that gives no college credit. You basically needed a photographic memory, because it was in-class work.
Mike called me and transferred me to Darren. I thought Dyke. I was wrong. I don't know the reason for the transfer- I only confused the man, thinking he was the great steel drum player.
Mom called me to transfer me to Mike and I protested. Apparently Mike was on the radio. After the crap conversation with Darren though, and the lack of explanation as to who he was or what to say to him, I wasn't so interested.
Also, in the initial conversation with Darren, I could not hear him, because there were 3-4 different things playing music in the room I was given to live in. I had to turn all of them down before speaking. The phone call ended with him saying under his breath something to the effect of "why me?"
By the way, the pad I lived at with other people looked like shit. Almost black wood.
I visited a museum of Tool, in which it had a different vehicle for every song they were allowed to use the vehicle to make.
There was a small steel drum contest, in which the class divided and had less than ten minutes to learn their song. There was a large white board no one knew how to use. I think it had fruit drawn on it. I sang at it and it recorded me. We put it in the back where no one would touch it.
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08:46 am
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dream 2006|09Sep|11th
All I recall now was the librarian telling me I may have heard of the man that wrote a textbook for one of my classes: Leonardo Da Vinci.
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