| I am Superman |
[Dec. 5th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
Been a while since we done one of these dream things. But I ended up waking up immediately after a dream this morning and typed it out in a haze. And here is the marvelous beast, but with the early morning typos fixed.
In the dream starts of third person, and I am watching Superman who is locked in a room that looks like a small hotel pool room with no pool. There are two other fellows, one who looks like the Gene Hackman version of Lex Luthor who is seated by a wall, the other clearly being John Travolta. Travolta is supposed to be Superman's ally, but after some talk that I can't recall he turns against Supes and starts punching him, mainly in the gut and the face. And Supes doesn't seem so super at all he is taking punishment, bleeding from the mouth, eyes swelling up, etc etc. Eventually Superman decides he has to escape and goes into a time machine that was apparently in the room the entire time. He ponders which time to go back to for a while and eventually settles on the 1970s.
At this point the dream switches to first person, and I am apparently superman gone back in time except now I am in my folks' house, except this was when my folks were teenagers and the house actually belongs to my grandparents. I'm in the downstairs bathroom and I can hear my dad coming down to take a shower. Dad starts talking, asking if anyone is in the bathroom, and I decide to pretend to be his younger brother, my uncle curt (even though I look nothing like the dude). I duck into the shower just as Dad is rounding the corner, and he comments that he sees that Curt now has a bald spot.
I escape the house without being seen and find that the biggest difference between Velva of today and Velva of the 1970s is that this old Velva has rickety aluminum commuter trains that run ALL OVER at ALL TIMES. Somehow I know that where I need to go is at the end of the train tracks, so I start heading on my way. During my journey I spot a radio tower where I set up some kind of device, and suddenly I am able to talk with my 14-year-oldish-token-black-kid-sidekick who still resides safely back in the 21st century. We share some laughs, and we learn that if we both turn our heads juuuuuust right we can see each other in the air in the form of staticy images.
Eventually I reach a tunnel. I know I need to get to the other side, but the trains run through it so often I know there's no way for me to run through. I turn back around, determined to find a way, when a motorcycle I am passing jump to life and revs up. It seems to want to get to me, but it's stuck, seemingly unable to get over a small cement divider in front of it. (It was a really short divider, like seriously I think I have had bicycles with better engines than this motorcycle). I pretend to ignore it, but all of the nearby people are commenting on it and wondering why the motorcycle has turned itself on and is trying to drive over a small gap. In the back of my mind, I am thinking of the movie MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE.
Finally I get to a smaller gilded tunnel underneath the train tunnel. There is a dapperly dressed guardsman there leased to a guard dog that is being completely disagreeable and barking at nothing in particular. I inherently know that this is caused by whatever is after me, and whatever made the motorcycle above jump to life.
And then I wake up. |
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| I should have wrote this one down, because I forgot a lot of it... |
[Apr. 5th, 2008|03:49 pm] |
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So last night I had a dream I was a Defense Attorney. Yes, like it was just something I fell into despite my computer science background. And yes, I thought I was up to it because of playing Phoenix Wright.
Anyways, the whole dream start on the front steps of the courthouse. I came knowing that I would be defending a rapper who was charged with improperly propositioning a young lady. At the beginning of the dream I was confident that he was innocent and that this would be an open and shut case. The prosecutor, however, was Ricky Beall, a knucklehead from high school who was also my speech team partner. Back in our high school days we were pretty successful on the Humorous Duo circuit, and while in my older days I had turned to more intraverted pursuits he had always remained the gregarious, charming, easy speaking type. Both of us acted as though everything were right in the world and that we weren't about to square off against each other in a "competition", but on the inside my mind was racing. I realized that I knew nothing about how to be a defense attorney and I knew nothing about my case. It was a half hour to trial, and I desperately needed an internet connection to do some really quick research. Unfortunately, the battery in my iPhone was dead.
I asked around and someone told me there was a library nearby, so I ducked inside of it hoping to use a public computer. Unfortunately when I finally found the computers, there were only three of them, and they were all missing mouses. Apparently you had to rent the mouse from the library and it cost so much per hour. I didn't have my wallet, so that was out too.
As we were waiting for the courtroom to open up, I finally met the man I was defending. He looked less like a music superstar and more like the town drunk. I needed to talk to him at length, but as soon as I met him they called us all into the courtroom.
We shuffle into the courtroom, which looks nothing like a courtroom at all. Really it's two folding tables and then a raised middle aisle. I get seated next to a rotund little woman who has an iPhone! I beg her ot use it, but she is reluctant. When I tell her it's important, she finally relents. When I get it I see she had been surfing a site for some MMO or some such, and as I try and navigate away from the site in the Safari browser an alert shows up saying that I got into a random battle. Soul Calibur boots up on the iPhone and I am dumbfounded. She takes the iPhone back from me, telling me I probably don't know how to play (and it's true, I have no idea how to play Soul Calibur on an iPhone).
The next part of the dream actually lasts a really long time -- us just sitting there, waiting for something or someone to arrive. I'm just going through my head trying to figure out what I'm going to do. Finally I decide I'm just going to have to do this like it WAS Phoenix Wright, scrutinize every testimony and look for contradictions. Of course I don't know what any of the evidence or witnesses are, but I get out a piece of paper and a pen, read to do my best.
Finally, the judge calls for opening statements, with the prosecutor going first. Rick walks up to the aisle carrying two sheets of paper. "The dude has prepared remarks!"" I think to myself, remarking again at just how unprepared I am -- I had no idea what I was going to say.
So then Ricky clears his throat, faces the audience, then walks back off the middle aisle where he transforms into a two and a half foot tall, rotund Godzilla and starts a song and dance routine. No I'm not even kidding the guy can barely move because his arms and legs are so short.
And that's when I wake up. |
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| owel |
[Apr. 1st, 2008|10:53 pm] |
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| Kind of a downer |
[Dec. 7th, 2007|10:31 am] |
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I am usually a sucker for fast food breakfasts, but Jack in the Box breakfast offerings are just pretty underwhelming.
But at least it has orange juice. |
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| It's Sad for a Dude of Age to like the OC |
[Nov. 29th, 2007|02:39 pm] |
I mean there are some guys who if you talk to them about someone and they share a first name with a character on the OC well they will assume you are talking about the character from The OC.
And I dunno I think that's kind of sad.
Makes me sad just thinking about it.
(Remember everyone don't watch The OC write a novel instead) |
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| HAY GUYS |
[Nov. 27th, 2007|01:44 am] |
We're all buying Culdcept Saga in January, don't forget. |
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| I'm Moving on Up |
[Nov. 26th, 2007|03:07 pm] |
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The floor is not level, the "bedroom" is not entirely enclosed and is rather small, and there is one ugly ass broken down shed in the garden area. But more importantly it's in an ok neighborhood, there IS a garden area, and I've got the keys to the place.
Yeah I signed the lease on a new apartment place, and while it's not perfect there are perks. It's a short bus ride from downtown, there are plenty of restaurants nearby (including two Korean BBQ places!), and there's a Jack in the Box (yuck) that's open 24 hours (uh oh).
And hot damn there is a big garden area. It's not too pretty right now and it's shared with the upstairs neighbors, but I guess they never use it. Point is, it's the perfect place to put a GRILL and plant TOMATOES. Of course knowing me it will probably be months before I get a lapse from my usual laziness that's long enough to plant anything, but that's fine. Just being able to step outside at night without fear of getting shot will be well worth it. |
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| You Can Learn a Lot from your Cabbie |
[Oct. 31st, 2007|10:29 am] |
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So I was pretty drag ass this morning because I was up too late last night playing Team Fortress 2 and trying to get my sound to work for more than two games straight. Given how stubborn I am about going to bed at a decent time this is not too uncommon, but I can usually get some rebound by taking advantage of my long commute to at least close my eyes and listen to something relaxing on my iPod.
My cabbie today, however, had other plans. He was a middle aged asian fellow who actually spoke English pretty well. Not one block into my drive we both got a whiff of a burning smell that was coming from SOMETHING nearby, and he was immediately convinced it was an off-grid public bus next ot us. He started to talk about how unfair it was that the government keeps telling us to check our emissions and what not when there was no one checking them, and what followed was a good twenty minute diatribe about how we are taxed too much and how most of the money is misappropriated anyways. The entire rant centered around one of his friends who worked a government job for 30 years and used his benefits to get a new pair of reading glasses every two years because it didn't cost him a cent and that way he could have a pair in every room just in case he needed it.
On the one hand, I really wanted to get my shut eye in. On the other hand, it was kind of a charming conversation, even if most of my responses were limited to nods and mutterings of "uh-huh". |
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| You ever have something that you love but you forget you love |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|12:39 pm] |
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...because you never really get the opportunity to enjoy that thing regularly and then finally the opportunity comes (in the form of a cafe by a workplace) and then you remember you love it.
For me that thing is croissants. I love croissants.
Even when it's the afternoon and the fresh ones aren't so fresh anymore and they have to microwave them. |
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| The Legend of Mad Mad Kelsey Grammer |
[Jul. 21st, 2007|01:54 pm] |
It's a dream. What else. But I like this one.
Basically it all starts out somewhere in Oakland, in the residential area between downtown and Emeryville. I'm switching parking places for two vehicles parked on the street -- a tricycle, and a white 1991 Oldsmobile. After moving the car I step out without even thinking about it. Apparently the street I'm on has a very slight incline, though, and I didn't put the car in park, so it rolls backwards a little bit. I don't really fret, thinking it will just roll to a stop, but it doesn't stop and soon it's heading for the end of the street. Finally, I start to panic, and though the car is moving really slowly I am somehow too slow to catch it (I mean I'm not the fastest guy but come on that car was not going very fast). And then it happens -- the car finally bumps into another parked car. But, of course, it has to be one rather magnificent looking silver sports car. Two people get out of the car, a man and a strikingly attractive woman. The man I recognize instantly -- it's Kelsey Grammer.
Immediately choosing to own up to my mistake, while knowing there couldn't have been very much damage (if any) from such a low speed bumb, I approach the couple. The woman, apparently Grammer's wife, talks to me briefly while Kelsey examines the damage. When he's done he admits there isn't much, but he dirtied his shirt while cleaning it and he'd like to at least file this with his insurance. He asks me if I'd join him at the insurance office. I'm a bit annoyed, but agree. He wants to walk there, though, which is especially odd since it turns out the office is a couple miles away.
So we start walking and having some light conversation. I don't give any indication that I recognize him because I honestly can't figure out if that would make the situation better or worse. He's pretty terse in conversations with me but not at all off-putting or rude, so I take some solace in that.
Eventually we reach the insurance office though, and here things take a turn for the weird. We wait in the lobby for a few moments before moving on to a private room that has an informational video about the company playing in a loop. The video claims all kinds of ridiculous things. The one I remember most vividly is "We here at _____ insurance treat all of our southern customers with the utmost respect and care.... but if you are from NORTH, we will FUCK YOU. We will FUCK YOU OVER." This entire last part is accompanied by a yelling cartoon square that reminded me of Mr. Period from Penny-Arcade.
Anyways, after seeing this video I get a little aggravated -- there is no way this insurance claim is going to go well. I exclaim that I've had enough of this shit and try to turn the VCR or TV off, but neither will turn off. Kelsey sits calmly in the corner and finally an agent comes in. At this point i'm pretty livid and I immediately start telling my side of the story to the insurance person -- the car was moving slowly, no real damage, etc etc. Kelsey then speaks his mind: he stands up, demands I pay for the car damage (in thousands of dollars) and for his shirt. Then I just lay into the guy - He's a rich celebrity with multiple homes who makes more in a week then I do in an entire year, and he's trying to make ME pay for his SHIRT? Kelsey cuts me off though, loudly declaring that for all the money he puts into "this place" things better turn out for him. And then he storms off.
I'm convinced to stay a short while longer by the sudden appearance of a very attractive young female employee, but soon I decide that it's time for me to just cut out and run. As I'm looking for my escape, though, I spot something very odd -- Kelsey is coming back, but this time he is wearing a cape. Now I DEFINITELY know I don't want to have anything more to do with this so I start creeping throught he agency cubicle farm, trying not to be spotted by Kelsey. Oddly, there is suddenly no one else to be seen in the office. Even odder, I find in a wide open spot in the agency all these lego like black cubes put together to form a quasi-box that has holes in it. Somehow I recognize this as an artifact of GREAT POWER, and I figure that Kelsey must be trying to put it back together again.
As for Kelsey, he seems to be coming back around to where I am. I sprint away, hoping he doesn't see me, and dive into a bathroom. Unfortunately there's another dudo in there already and he's using the can. He doesn't seem too concerned about my intrusion, but he is wondering what I'm in there for. I tell him that I can't explain but that he needs to stay quietly. Suddenly someone is trying to push the door open, and I do my best to push back. Turns out this Grammer guy is pretty strong and he nearly gets through twice before the guy on the can decides to come help push the door close.
Unfortunately I don't remember much after this, except that this was apparently some kind of act Kelsey put on to multiple people to cultivate some crazy rumors about himself. The artifact and the rumor of it was also just to attract attention and potential visitors that he could his crazy act on. As to why Kelsey would want such a reputation is anyone's guess. |
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| Dreamin |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|02:07 pm] |
More dreams. I gotta start writing these down as soon as I wake up because they are fantastic, but by now I've forgotten half of them.
Anyways, today's dreams started out with this one where me and members of my extended family were navigating a maze of wide trenches somewhere in North Dakota. There was a demon thing at the end and some other people exploring the trenches that could be friend or foe (one group betrayed us!) but unfortunately I don't remember much of it beyond that.
The following dream was more interesting though. It pretty much kicked off with me being at home and waking up my mother because I thought my WATER BROKE. Yeah that's right, I was pregnant (apparently for the second time) and needed to be rushed to the hospital immediately. Course here when we get to the hospital it turns out to be a false alarm, I just had an upset stomach or something. In fact, I'm not even sure I'm pregnant (with my second child).
My mother is pissed. She is going to miss work that day because she had to drag my stupid ass to the hospital. We spend the rest of the day at my aunt Lori's house and while we're there I get pretty depressed. Things get only worse, though, when I notice one of my front teeth is loose. I play with it a little with my tongue and pull it out completely. Tooth in my hand (which was like an inch long for some reason) I start crying, but mom is still pretty pissed and won't pay attention. At this point I'm getting pretty surly because not only am I depressed but everyone is ignoring me, so I go to the kitchen and decide I will go emo and put a couple of cuts on my arms and THEN they will listen. My sister comes in, though, and is more afraid that I am going to just drink a bunch of hard alcohol. She tells me she doesn't care what I do so long as I don't make another "margarita" (By now I've apparently completely forgotten about my potential child one way or the other).
If dreams are supposed to have meanings, then I don't care to know what the meaning to that whole chestnut is. Course I tend to believe that my dreams are just big random things, one way or the other. |
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| What About Dreams? |
[Jul. 9th, 2007|02:16 pm] |
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Yeah I haven't updated this for quite some time, but that's because between job hunting and sporatic freelance working life has been an uneventful trip through the doldrums. But I have been letting some dreams slip through my memory, including a couple winners about the zombie apocalypse and another that played out like a murder mystery where the murderer was one of two hotchicks and I was more worried about evaluating my chances with them than figuring out which ones was the killer. I have long since forgotten their details (and at least one from last night that slipped away where I was going to make $30,000) so it's time to start recording them again.
The one I do remember? Well I know I've forgotten at least 50% of it since getting up, but what I do remember is worth scribbling. Basically I was playing the lead role in a Bond film, and my Bond lady was Halle Barry ( I realize she has done before, but that's maybe why she made the dream cut ). It was only seconds into the film that I realized everything was mirroring Goldeneye which, fortunately (and sadly) enough was still ingrained in my head from hours playing a certain N64 game in high school days.
So, armed with this knowledge, I was able to take Hally through the opening areas, elegantly staying out of the sight of both man and machine, until we got near an airplane hanger -- our eventual escape. I disguised myself as airport staff, and as luck would happen a firefight broke out between the airport staff and some nameless goons. I helped take out the goons using a weapon that pretty much seemed like a Star Trek phaser, and I was pretty good with it. Afterwards I exchange some words with the airport staff and make my way to the airplane.
Inside the focus of the dream shifted. The interior of the plane looked like my grandma's house, and my entire mom's side of the family was there. The plane was running someone to a hospital apparently, and for the remainder of the dream there is no Halle to be seen. Instead my family is chatting ever so calmly and for a while nothing happens. Then there is a loud alarm sound, so I go check the panel near where the sound is coming from. As far as I can tell from this panel (which is just a huge red panel with one white button and an LED screen) the alarm was only going off because we had somehow been given access to executive priveleges we don't have a right to -- in this case pool tables -- so I hit the button again. Our priveleges actually went up a level (now we had access to an actual pool) and the alarm continued. I hit the button again, and suddenly the plane started nosediving out of the sky.
No one is blaming me, but my grandmother puts up her hands exasperatedly and announces that we're going to die. She goes to the telephone and calls someone, and says "well now we're going to die." in a tone no different than she would use if she was announcing tonight's dinner plans were ruined. Meanwhile I go to one of the couches and start wrapping blankets around myself, wondering that if I wrap myself up well enough if I can survive the crash.
Fortunately the crash never happens. The plane recovers, and the last part of the dream I remember is looking out the window while the plane is landing, where the plane is so deep in the middle of a city that it's nearly hitting buildings as it turns to approach the runway. |
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| Finally, Something for my Walls |
[Feb. 13th, 2007|11:50 am] |
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It's an unfortunate condition of my apartment that it's pretty freaking bare. I've got the bed, the chair, the tv, a couch coming this weekend and then some boxes with stuff in them that I really don't have to put anywhere. And right now some trash and dirty laundry I guess. The walls are gray, the carpet is gray, and I'd bother with some decoration except I have no sense of interior design and the few decorations I did have before are still thousands of miles away.
Well I finally found at least something I want on my wall.
http://www.amanosworld.com/html/store.html
The one of Terra, specifically.
I'm not sure when my love for Amano's work transcended the fact that he was a concept artist for Final Fantasy, but I think it was right around the time that he illustrated Neil Gaiman's Dream Hunters (which incidentally got me back into Gaiman and more specifically his Sandman comic books which I still think are his best work). Yet here I've come full circle and am pretty much commited to buying a $200 art print of the artist and it's one of his pieces for a video game. But not just any video game, it's a print from Final Fantasy VI which is pretty much one of my favorite games ever.
I just find it funny that in addition to making up probably a third of my wardrobe and taking up easily a third of my free time, video game related parapaphenelia will soon also be decorating my wall. Maybe I'm in too deep but screw it.
Now I just need to find one of those girlfriends who's willing to play an MMO with you. I don't even like MMO's that much but I hear some women put up with them around here. This is what I am told. After two and a half decades living in the midwest I still find it hard to believe. |
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| Dream Dream Dream |
[Jan. 5th, 2007|02:29 pm] |
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Man, rarely do I have dreams that make sense, and even more rarely are they pleasant, so I guess I shouldn't complain. But that dream I had last night had some serious potential but didn't follow through.
Okay here is what I remember. I was married to a young Alyssa Milano. We even had a kid. And somehow I convinced Alyssa that we should have a threesome (two girls, of course). The challenge was that I had to keep her awake and enticed through this whole day long mega sporting even thing in this huge stadium... it had like a basketball game going on and a wrestling match and a baseball game and everything. My whole damn family was there too, everyone getting excited about a certain sporting event but me I wanted it all to be over because afterwards Alyssa and I were going to get our freak on.
Yeah, my dream never did make it to the end of that sporting event. I guess the basketball game was really close. |
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| Christ Am Tired |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|12:58 pm] |
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So I'm playing Zelda last night, I've GOT to finish the dungeon I'm on amirite? When I finish the dungeon there's just one or two quick errands I want to run with my new item, rite rite? Finally I shut the machine off, look at the clock, oh snap it's 3:12 I've gotta get up for work in five hours.
Well five hours that's not bad.
Wish I could have done more than just stare at the ceiling last night.
I was so excited when I came out of a sleep cycle, checked my clock and it was only 7:00 AM, meaning I still had a whole nother hour of sleep.
Then my alarm went off and I wanted to die.
...and I've got so much work to do.
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napppp.... |
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| Happy Final Fantasy XII Day! |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|11:47 am] |
Matsuno stopped by the other day. He was all like, "Seriously, all you naysayers are about to get owned. FFXII is going to rock you so hard."
Then some whiny bitch started complaining about the demo packaged with Dragon Quest VIII and Matsuno promptly killed him with an anime-style move named after some Queen song. |
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