I think it started out that I was watching TV, and there was supposed to be a five minute segment about the show Lost and some behind the scenes footage and stuff. I got upset about something, and I think it had to do with that they were trying to say that part of the story was something that it wasn't. I was afraid of them misleading people, I think, and making people think that the show was dumb because of it. Then somehow along the way, it turned out the segment unexpectedly grew to a full 30 minute show or something.
While I was watching it, I think it changed slowly so that now I was part of the show, and it was no longer a segment about the actors or the show, but it was now supposed to be real, and I was part of the group that was stuck on the island.
There was a group of the Others there, and Benjamin Linus (their implied "leader" on the show) was there as well. I think they were trying to make us work and keep us imprisoned, like they do on the show, but they were allowing us more freedom in moving around. At one point I was going through what looked like a big stone temple with metal doors and stone columns lit by torches, and I think that I somehow suddenly realized what was going on. At first I was outraged at them for making us stay there and treating us like work horses or something.
I was then able to have some sort of conversation with Ben, and somehow during the course of it, we got to be friends. He was scared about his tumor, and I was trying to comfort him, and he wound up letting everyone go. I decided to hang around voluntarily for a while. At one point I passed by him in a narrow hallway, and as we passed, I turned and patted him on the back as a kind of assurance that everything was going to be alright.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Cleaning the Garage
I was at Mike's (former stepfather) house, and I was outside in the driveway and close to the garage. Em (wife), mom, Eric and Matthew (brothers) were there, too. We were working on cleaning out the garage.
We had a bunch of stuff outside in the driveway, and we were all sort of buzzing around, and all of a sudden Sarah (ex-girlfriend) showed up. She kept trying to take over the whole operation of cleaning out the garage, telling us all what to do and how to do it, but I don't think Em realized who it was at first. After she realized, though, she laid into Sarah pretty good for even showing up, let alone telling us all what to do and how to do it.
We had a bunch of stuff outside in the driveway, and we were all sort of buzzing around, and all of a sudden Sarah (ex-girlfriend) showed up. She kept trying to take over the whole operation of cleaning out the garage, telling us all what to do and how to do it, but I don't think Em realized who it was at first. After she realized, though, she laid into Sarah pretty good for even showing up, let alone telling us all what to do and how to do it.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Matthew In The Pit
I was in a large field like area, and in the middle of it there was a building that was a little bit like an open air stable or pavilion. It was mainly a roof on posts, and it was about 50 feet square. Underneath it, the ground had a lot of hay and dirt, and it seemed like it should have been used for animals to stay in.
In the middle of this, there was a large stone mound. It was circular and about 20 feet across. It was fairly short, coming in at about only four feet tall. It had the feel of being like a large brick oven.
I was expecting my brother Matthew to show up, and my wife Emily was there with me. I think we waited around for a moment, looking at the stone structure, and Matthew suddenly came up out of a side door in the structure. We greeted each other warmly, and in talking with him, we found out that he had built this structure for me as some sort of "studio" or "get away" room. I thought the notion of him making this for me was great, but I thought that I would never make any real use of it because it was too short for me to even stand up in.
I went around to where Matthew had come out of the thing, and I saw that the door was recessed into an entry way in the side of it, and had steps in front of it that went down about three or four feet into the ground. All of it was made of stone. The door was at the bottom of the steps and was very solid, like a heavy stone or steel door.
I went down the steps, and I had a flashlight with me. The door was open, and I pointed the flashlight into dark room. I had expected to see something that looked like a root cellar that was too short to even stand up in, but I was surprised to see that it was a full eight feet tall, and the inside was all metallic and smooth and finished. I thanked Matthew for doing this awesome thing for me, and I was excited to get started using it.
Then the three of us left as if we were going to go visit mom in grandmamma's old house.
In the middle of this, there was a large stone mound. It was circular and about 20 feet across. It was fairly short, coming in at about only four feet tall. It had the feel of being like a large brick oven.
I was expecting my brother Matthew to show up, and my wife Emily was there with me. I think we waited around for a moment, looking at the stone structure, and Matthew suddenly came up out of a side door in the structure. We greeted each other warmly, and in talking with him, we found out that he had built this structure for me as some sort of "studio" or "get away" room. I thought the notion of him making this for me was great, but I thought that I would never make any real use of it because it was too short for me to even stand up in.
I went around to where Matthew had come out of the thing, and I saw that the door was recessed into an entry way in the side of it, and had steps in front of it that went down about three or four feet into the ground. All of it was made of stone. The door was at the bottom of the steps and was very solid, like a heavy stone or steel door.
I went down the steps, and I had a flashlight with me. The door was open, and I pointed the flashlight into dark room. I had expected to see something that looked like a root cellar that was too short to even stand up in, but I was surprised to see that it was a full eight feet tall, and the inside was all metallic and smooth and finished. I thanked Matthew for doing this awesome thing for me, and I was excited to get started using it.
Then the three of us left as if we were going to go visit mom in grandmamma's old house.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
The Lava Tree
This one was a bit weird in that it was really quite a bit like watching a movie rather than being a part of the goings on.
There was a guy that lived alone in the woods, and he had a bit of a quirky personality. He reminded me a bit of Mark Wahlburg. He was living in a house that was supposed to be like Mike's (former step-father) house. In this version of the house, though, the basement was very different. Instead of being four and a half to five feet tall, it was a full eight or nine feet tall, or maybe even ten. Also, instead of it being under the middle of the house, it was under the bedroom on the front end of the house that used to be my room.
In the basement, in the corner closest to grandmamma's house, was a large tree trunk growing out of the floor. It was ten to twelve feet across and hollow with a cross formation in the middle, so there were actually four hollow "sections" in the trunk. Deep down in the hollow parts, below the level of the basement floor, were pools of lava.
The man went down into the basement at one point, and he had to chop off the top part of the trunk that was coming out of the floor because the tree would grow in spurts periodically. Whenever it grew, there was a loud mechanic thunk, and it would suddenly be about a foot taller. It did this every few hours.
Then we were outside, and a young-ish business looking woman with her hair up in a bun showed up and was interested in the man. They wound up walking around and looking at various things throughout the house. After a short bit she brought up something about the fact that he lived off deep in the woods somewhere, and the way she said it was trying to imply that he was creepy for being that way. He seemed to want to make a decent impression with the woman, and he wound up kind of stumbling his way though the conversation, trying to keep her interested.
I'm not sure if the woman was still around for this or not, but I started seeing some of the chores that he had to do periodically around the house. One of the main ones was that he had to go into the basement once a week and chop down the lava tree and take it outside because otherwise it would wind up growing up through the house. The math for this doesn't work out, of course, if it grows a foot every couple of hours and the basement is only about ten feet tall at best, but oh well... that's the way it was. I saw him outside with an axe and chains and stuff from chopping down the tree, and I wondered how me moves such a heavy tree to get it outside all by himself to chop it up.
Then the scene switched back in time, and I saw the first time that he discovered the way that the tree behaved. I think he had either been outside or in the room above the basement, and he heard the clunking sound of the tree growing. The higher it grew the faster it would grow until the mechanical thunks were coming about once a second. The tree started to push it's way up through the wooden floor planks of the bedroom and come up through the tree. He ran downstairs into the basement to start chopping it down as fast as he could.
After he was done chopping down the tree and had it back under control, the house needed to be repaired. Andy Griffith, Opie, and Aunt Bea were there, and there was a large warehouse area that was, I believe, in another part of the basement. They had a lot of large crane-like machinery, and Andy was trying to go around and inspect things (I think both the machinery AND the house) while Opie made notes about his observations.
Aunt Bea was wandering around and saying how she was worried that she wasn't doing anything to help, and she went over and tried to take Opie's job. Opie told her to ask Andy if she's doing the right thing, and he told them both that they're fine and repeated to them what they're each supposed to be doing.
There was a guy that lived alone in the woods, and he had a bit of a quirky personality. He reminded me a bit of Mark Wahlburg. He was living in a house that was supposed to be like Mike's (former step-father) house. In this version of the house, though, the basement was very different. Instead of being four and a half to five feet tall, it was a full eight or nine feet tall, or maybe even ten. Also, instead of it being under the middle of the house, it was under the bedroom on the front end of the house that used to be my room.
In the basement, in the corner closest to grandmamma's house, was a large tree trunk growing out of the floor. It was ten to twelve feet across and hollow with a cross formation in the middle, so there were actually four hollow "sections" in the trunk. Deep down in the hollow parts, below the level of the basement floor, were pools of lava.
The man went down into the basement at one point, and he had to chop off the top part of the trunk that was coming out of the floor because the tree would grow in spurts periodically. Whenever it grew, there was a loud mechanic thunk, and it would suddenly be about a foot taller. It did this every few hours.
Then we were outside, and a young-ish business looking woman with her hair up in a bun showed up and was interested in the man. They wound up walking around and looking at various things throughout the house. After a short bit she brought up something about the fact that he lived off deep in the woods somewhere, and the way she said it was trying to imply that he was creepy for being that way. He seemed to want to make a decent impression with the woman, and he wound up kind of stumbling his way though the conversation, trying to keep her interested.
I'm not sure if the woman was still around for this or not, but I started seeing some of the chores that he had to do periodically around the house. One of the main ones was that he had to go into the basement once a week and chop down the lava tree and take it outside because otherwise it would wind up growing up through the house. The math for this doesn't work out, of course, if it grows a foot every couple of hours and the basement is only about ten feet tall at best, but oh well... that's the way it was. I saw him outside with an axe and chains and stuff from chopping down the tree, and I wondered how me moves such a heavy tree to get it outside all by himself to chop it up.
Then the scene switched back in time, and I saw the first time that he discovered the way that the tree behaved. I think he had either been outside or in the room above the basement, and he heard the clunking sound of the tree growing. The higher it grew the faster it would grow until the mechanical thunks were coming about once a second. The tree started to push it's way up through the wooden floor planks of the bedroom and come up through the tree. He ran downstairs into the basement to start chopping it down as fast as he could.
After he was done chopping down the tree and had it back under control, the house needed to be repaired. Andy Griffith, Opie, and Aunt Bea were there, and there was a large warehouse area that was, I believe, in another part of the basement. They had a lot of large crane-like machinery, and Andy was trying to go around and inspect things (I think both the machinery AND the house) while Opie made notes about his observations.
Aunt Bea was wandering around and saying how she was worried that she wasn't doing anything to help, and she went over and tried to take Opie's job. Opie told her to ask Andy if she's doing the right thing, and he told them both that they're fine and repeated to them what they're each supposed to be doing.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Pretending To Be Sick With Leather Pants From Mexico
[Once again I hesitated to write this down when I had it, so it's a bit vague]
Em (wife) and I were up late and we were talking in our bedroom. At some point, she decided to go take a shower, and evidently the sound of the shower woke up her parents in the guest room, and they came in and were mad at us for not being asleep.
In order to cover up for the whole thing, I decided to tell them that I was sick and that's why we're still up. They left and wound up having some sort of party in our house with a few couples that they knew and invited over despite the fact that they had just jumped on us for being up really late.
Then it was early in the morning, and Em is telling me about Matthew (my brother) is selling leather pants from Mexico. Shortly after, Matthew showed up on his own and told me the same thing. He was acting all silly and goofy about it, but I don't remember exactly how.
Then I started getting ready for work. Victoria (wife of Doug, a co-worker of mine) was there, and we were talking about the TV show Lost. While we were talking, the TV was on, and we saw a show where we recognized Jodi Sweetin's (Stephanie from Full House) "real life" sister.
Then there were another couple of people around, and they were talking about Lost, too. While they were talking, I started seeing the scenery of the Lost island, but it looked more like the island that Link is from in the video game Zelda: Windwaker.
Victoria was supposed to be getting ready for work, too, I think, but she was being VERY slow with it. I started talking to Em about how Victoria is never punctual with anything. Finally I told Victoria that I had to leave in fifteen minutes, and if she wanted a ride to work or home, she would have to be ready by then. She started getting all huffy about having to hurry and my threatening to leave her there, and then the dream ended.
Em (wife) and I were up late and we were talking in our bedroom. At some point, she decided to go take a shower, and evidently the sound of the shower woke up her parents in the guest room, and they came in and were mad at us for not being asleep.
In order to cover up for the whole thing, I decided to tell them that I was sick and that's why we're still up. They left and wound up having some sort of party in our house with a few couples that they knew and invited over despite the fact that they had just jumped on us for being up really late.
Then it was early in the morning, and Em is telling me about Matthew (my brother) is selling leather pants from Mexico. Shortly after, Matthew showed up on his own and told me the same thing. He was acting all silly and goofy about it, but I don't remember exactly how.
Then I started getting ready for work. Victoria (wife of Doug, a co-worker of mine) was there, and we were talking about the TV show Lost. While we were talking, the TV was on, and we saw a show where we recognized Jodi Sweetin's (Stephanie from Full House) "real life" sister.
Then there were another couple of people around, and they were talking about Lost, too. While they were talking, I started seeing the scenery of the Lost island, but it looked more like the island that Link is from in the video game Zelda: Windwaker.
Victoria was supposed to be getting ready for work, too, I think, but she was being VERY slow with it. I started talking to Em about how Victoria is never punctual with anything. Finally I told Victoria that I had to leave in fifteen minutes, and if she wanted a ride to work or home, she would have to be ready by then. She started getting all huffy about having to hurry and my threatening to leave her there, and then the dream ended.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Apartment Store
I was out in a downtown area with Em (wife) and her parents, and it was either cloudy or starting to get dark. There were no open stores in along the street we were on. It all seemed very run down and deserted.
We came to the front of this one store that we could see inside of. It looked like there was either a renovation going on, or things had been pretty torn to shreds inside. There was a bunch of old furniture. Some of it was covered with sheets or plastic, and some wasn't. The front door was unlocked, so we went inside.
We went looking around, and the more we looked around, the more we realized that someone actually lived there, but they didn't seem to be home at the moment. There wasn't just the mess of renovation or destruction, but there was also a lot of clutter. There seemed to be a lot of trash or small broken items and maybe even old food just laying around on the floor and other various surfaces of the house.
The first room we were in was huge. It was at least a 30'x30' room, and there was a light on in the middle of the room. The light was something like what is used by painters and contractors to shine light on the walls and ceilings as their working on them. We walked around looking at everything and trying not to break anything else.
At the far side of the room, on the right hand wall, there was a big arched door. Through that door was the dining room and kitchen, and maybe even a breakfast nook area. Em and I went through there and looked around. There was a window seat in there that had another one of those spotlights focused on it, and there was a lot of stuff up on the counter space and on the floor.
While we were looking around, we started to think that the woman that lived here might come home and see us poking around and get all upset at us. I think we went back out into the living room, and about that time the woman showed up wondering what we were doing. I think we told her that we were looking around because we thought it was a store that was being renovated and not someone's house, and she believed us, but we left anyway.
We came to the front of this one store that we could see inside of. It looked like there was either a renovation going on, or things had been pretty torn to shreds inside. There was a bunch of old furniture. Some of it was covered with sheets or plastic, and some wasn't. The front door was unlocked, so we went inside.
We went looking around, and the more we looked around, the more we realized that someone actually lived there, but they didn't seem to be home at the moment. There wasn't just the mess of renovation or destruction, but there was also a lot of clutter. There seemed to be a lot of trash or small broken items and maybe even old food just laying around on the floor and other various surfaces of the house.
The first room we were in was huge. It was at least a 30'x30' room, and there was a light on in the middle of the room. The light was something like what is used by painters and contractors to shine light on the walls and ceilings as their working on them. We walked around looking at everything and trying not to break anything else.
At the far side of the room, on the right hand wall, there was a big arched door. Through that door was the dining room and kitchen, and maybe even a breakfast nook area. Em and I went through there and looked around. There was a window seat in there that had another one of those spotlights focused on it, and there was a lot of stuff up on the counter space and on the floor.
While we were looking around, we started to think that the woman that lived here might come home and see us poking around and get all upset at us. I think we went back out into the living room, and about that time the woman showed up wondering what we were doing. I think we told her that we were looking around because we thought it was a store that was being renovated and not someone's house, and she believed us, but we left anyway.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Cleaning Aquariums
I started out at Stewart Middle School, and I was back in my eighth grade science class, but it was either before school or between classes. Mr. Kendall, my science teacher, was telling me about how I needed to clean out the aquariums that were in his classroom. I didn't feel much like it, but I figured I might as well.
Phil, a supervisor from Mercedes, was there, too. I was supposed to be working with him in order to get the aquariums cleaned out. We started out at this pretty large aquarium (three feet deep, two feet wide, and four feet long), and we had a metal blade window scraper with a long handle that we were supposed to use.
Phil started out scraping the left end of the aquarium glass from the inside, scraping off all the green algae. I was talking with him, and we were joking around a bit. Even though the scraper had a long handle, it was JUST long enough to reach the bottom and leave about three inches of handle above the water. It was just enough to hold on to, but whenever Phil or I tried to use it, we managed to get our hands a little wet. We traded off a couple of times before we finally got the aquarium scraped down.
Then we went to another classroom, which was still Mr. Kendall's room, and Leon (stoner guy from Mercedes) was there and trying to get a couple of smaller aquariums cleaned out, but he was having a lot of trouble doing it. The main problem was that because the handle of the scraper was short enough that your hand had to touch the water, Leon kept getting stabbed by these little black fish that had half inch needles sticking out from the tops of their heads. When he got too close, they'd swim up quickly and attack him, trying to stab his hand.
Phil, Leon and I stood around talking about it for a moment. Then Leon somehow equated it to ducks. He said that when a duck dies in the swamps, other ducks will eat it to stay alive. I thought that was really strange because I hadn't ever heard that before, but after he said it, I was watching it happen in my head. I saw a dead white duck that looked like it had been there for a while just laying in a bit of green marsh land. It was almost as if I were watching it on TV. Then another duck, which was mostly brown, came up to it and nibbled on a couple of the dead duck's feathers. It pulled them out and let go of them, letting blow off to the left in the breeze.
Then I was back in the first room with Phil. We were cleaning out the first aquarium again. Since we had just cleaned it out, it wasn't very dirty again yet, but it had already started to go all green within just a couple of minutes that we'd been gone. Phil, mostly, was working on scraping it down again. Then a bell rang or something, and it was time for class.
I was sitting in Mr. Kendall's class. Rather than desks, we were sitting at black topped tables. The were situated end to end for the most part, but they formed a "U" shaped layout. I was at the end, and the tables went off to my right, and then turned and went forward, and then turned again and the rest of the tables were in front of me.
Mr. Kendall came into class and told us all to get into our seats. I was already sitting, but there were a number of jocks that were up and running around on the far side of the class room, and they didn't have their shirts on. Mr. Kendall told them to get their shirts back on. The goofed around for a bit and then finally did what they were supposed to. Something about them having to put their shirts back on caused me to have to change my shirts with one of them. So I was there for a moment without my shirt while I was trading with someone.
Mr. Kendall came over from my right, which was where the door to the classroom was, and smacked me on the back of the head. Not hard, but just in a way that was kind of joking around, but also meaning to hurry up and get my shirt on. I did so, and as he turned his back, I picked my open book up from my desk and acted like I threw it over my shoulder at him. Other people in the class giggled a bit as I sat my book back down. I was laughing a little, too.
Then I noticed it was really quiet, and people were looking at me with a grin on their faces. I wondered what was going on, and then all of a sudden it occurred to me that Mr. Kendall had turned around in time to see me act like I was throwing my book over my shoulder at him, and he was standing right behind me as long as it took for me to notice him there. As I started to turn around, I think he had a hand out to the side of my head or something so that when I turned left, his finger jabbed my cheek. Everyone, including us, laughed about it.
Phil, a supervisor from Mercedes, was there, too. I was supposed to be working with him in order to get the aquariums cleaned out. We started out at this pretty large aquarium (three feet deep, two feet wide, and four feet long), and we had a metal blade window scraper with a long handle that we were supposed to use.
Phil started out scraping the left end of the aquarium glass from the inside, scraping off all the green algae. I was talking with him, and we were joking around a bit. Even though the scraper had a long handle, it was JUST long enough to reach the bottom and leave about three inches of handle above the water. It was just enough to hold on to, but whenever Phil or I tried to use it, we managed to get our hands a little wet. We traded off a couple of times before we finally got the aquarium scraped down.
Then we went to another classroom, which was still Mr. Kendall's room, and Leon (stoner guy from Mercedes) was there and trying to get a couple of smaller aquariums cleaned out, but he was having a lot of trouble doing it. The main problem was that because the handle of the scraper was short enough that your hand had to touch the water, Leon kept getting stabbed by these little black fish that had half inch needles sticking out from the tops of their heads. When he got too close, they'd swim up quickly and attack him, trying to stab his hand.
Phil, Leon and I stood around talking about it for a moment. Then Leon somehow equated it to ducks. He said that when a duck dies in the swamps, other ducks will eat it to stay alive. I thought that was really strange because I hadn't ever heard that before, but after he said it, I was watching it happen in my head. I saw a dead white duck that looked like it had been there for a while just laying in a bit of green marsh land. It was almost as if I were watching it on TV. Then another duck, which was mostly brown, came up to it and nibbled on a couple of the dead duck's feathers. It pulled them out and let go of them, letting blow off to the left in the breeze.
Then I was back in the first room with Phil. We were cleaning out the first aquarium again. Since we had just cleaned it out, it wasn't very dirty again yet, but it had already started to go all green within just a couple of minutes that we'd been gone. Phil, mostly, was working on scraping it down again. Then a bell rang or something, and it was time for class.
I was sitting in Mr. Kendall's class. Rather than desks, we were sitting at black topped tables. The were situated end to end for the most part, but they formed a "U" shaped layout. I was at the end, and the tables went off to my right, and then turned and went forward, and then turned again and the rest of the tables were in front of me.
Mr. Kendall came into class and told us all to get into our seats. I was already sitting, but there were a number of jocks that were up and running around on the far side of the class room, and they didn't have their shirts on. Mr. Kendall told them to get their shirts back on. The goofed around for a bit and then finally did what they were supposed to. Something about them having to put their shirts back on caused me to have to change my shirts with one of them. So I was there for a moment without my shirt while I was trading with someone.
Mr. Kendall came over from my right, which was where the door to the classroom was, and smacked me on the back of the head. Not hard, but just in a way that was kind of joking around, but also meaning to hurry up and get my shirt on. I did so, and as he turned his back, I picked my open book up from my desk and acted like I threw it over my shoulder at him. Other people in the class giggled a bit as I sat my book back down. I was laughing a little, too.
Then I noticed it was really quiet, and people were looking at me with a grin on their faces. I wondered what was going on, and then all of a sudden it occurred to me that Mr. Kendall had turned around in time to see me act like I was throwing my book over my shoulder at him, and he was standing right behind me as long as it took for me to notice him there. As I started to turn around, I think he had a hand out to the side of my head or something so that when I turned left, his finger jabbed my cheek. Everyone, including us, laughed about it.
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