Posted on | September 13, 2014 | No Comments
Sam says her dreams are never as coherent as mine. When I was in middle school I used to try and tell myself what I wanted to dream about as I was falling asleep. I do recall it worked sometimes. Just a random experiment.
So last night, I had this dream that I was an astronaut on the first mission to the moon. Not NASA – Neil Armstrong mission to the moon, but something different. We were in a big, huge, massive auditorium. Pack with people, press and all the equipment for the mission to the moon. We were launching from right there on stage.
Everything in the dream was modern too. This wasn’t a 1960’s dream, it was modern day.
In the auditorium the lights were down. The rest of the crew and I were laughing and talking with all the fans and press about how great this was. There were four of us going on this mission. We were treating it lightly even though everyone kept saying how historic it was. As lift off was closing in, we all went our separate ways to get prepared. I kept looking for my spacesuit and couldn’t find it. The rest of the crew were all dressed up in their clear bubble headed spacesuits and ready for lift off. I was the only one not prepared.
I ran around the dressing room searching for my spacesuit. I tore clothes off racks, ripped through drawers that were way to small to fit the suit, and was screaming at the top of my lungs. Someone told me it could be in the coat rack and I ran to the back of the auditorium, a spot light following me the whole way, but my suit wasn’t there. I eventually accepted that the mission had to go one without me. That everyone else was ready, I was preventing launch and had to just give up, which I did.
I didn’t watch the launch. I went back to my dressing room and collapsed on the bed in there arms splayed out to my sides exhausted. All I was saying was “Someone hide it” while really thinking I just wasn’t ready for it. Didn’t prepare for launch the right way. Everyone else was ready way before me and I took it too lightly. That’s why I wasn’t on the launch. It was my fault.
Someone came in to fight me. Really. This was part of my dream. Someone came in the dressing room wanting to fight me. One of the launch crew on the ground said “You really don’t want to fight with him right now. He’s pretty mad,” and I was. I was mad and angry and blaming myself for not being on the something as historic as the first mission to the moon.
And that’s how I woke up. Not sure how, why, or where this dream came from but there it is. A solid tale of randomness and fiction that my brain created to entertain me last night.
Posted on | September 11, 2014 | No Comments
Everyone has had it.
Where you get a pebble or something small in your sock that irritates your foot with every step.
That was this morning.
I spent about 4 minutes taking on and off my sock trying to locate whatever it was that irritating my heel.
I didn’t locate it, but after taking the sock on and off three times it was gone.
I had to turn the sock inside out and sweep the whole of it with my hand before it felt fine when I wore it.
Robots did not help.
Posted on | September 10, 2014 | No Comments
Don’t ask me why, but I woke up with the Doogie Howser theme song in my head this morning.
Posted on | September 9, 2014 | No Comments
Skunky has been around for a few years now. He is a cat toy, obviously shaped like a skunk, that squeaks every time Angelo touches him. There were nights where I would be woken up by Angelo batting Skunky around the apartment for what seemed like an eternity. Other nights Skunky would be in the bed next to Angelo, and in the morning I would find him in the living room. Did Angelo move him… or is Skunky a magical toy that moves himself? I’ll never know, but my heart tells me its the latter and Skunky is doing it to mess with Angelo.
Sunday night Sam discovered Skunky was losing what made him Skunky, his loud squeak. It’s going away. I won’t say it sounds like crying…. its more like he’s going hoarse. Sadly his batteries aren’t replaceable.
Last night Angelo discovered it. I was sitting on the living room floor and Angelo came up behind Skunky and gave him a good slap on the back with paws. Like how old friends would greet each other with a slap on the shoulder. When Skunky didn’t make his loud squeak, but instead his low whiny gasp Angelo looked almost offended. He just sat there, and turned his head to me for explanation. While I tried explaining it to him, he looked disinterested. Just walked away, with his head hanging low and leaving his best friend Skunky alone on the carpet.
Essentially setting Skunky free and knowing it was the right thing to do.
Posted on | September 4, 2014 | No Comments
She worked til late into the night (past 10 pm) baking them, but she was determined when she got home.
They are amazing.
Posted on | September 2, 2014 | No Comments
Sam and I went picnicking and played chess, saw a Robin William’s Triple Feature at the drive-in (although we left a little into the third movie… after Jumanji and Hook…. Patch Adams couldn’t hold my attention enough to keep us awake), slept in and played some video games before running around doing a little shopping, and getting to the park to see the Blue Angels and the Cleveland Air Show.
However…. most interesting was the dreams I had last night. There were three…. all were superhero related. However I only remember details of the first two.
In the first I am Batman. Or some Batman like character (which makes sense…. Sam and I played a lot of Lego Batman 2 lately. Its a game we could both play and pass back and forth to each other. Also this weekend I picked up Batman Arkham Origins). In it there was some gas released by the Joker, and the only way I escaped was by diving through this lake and coming up in the Batcave. But the Batcave was actually my parents’ house. I got in there and locked all the doors and went to sleep. When I woke up (or at least when it was morning) I went to check the doors and the first one I looked at was open. But I didn’t think anything was wrong because the screen door was still closed and locked. I assume I, or someone else not around had opened it, not the Joker. After looking through the house though I realized that every door and window in the house was open, just had the screens down, and that it must have been the Joker. I hid in a large closet, but then heard a rustling behind me.
Then I woke up.
So yeah…. Batman dream.
The second one I was Hawkeye, or Spiderman or some sort of normal superhero. The dream started without me in it, which is weird. I can’t recall ever having a dream that I wasn’t part of the whole time. Anyways it starts with some female spy sneaking into Bruce Banner’s house to steal his secrets. But she is stuck on some locked floor. I come out of nowhere and break open a door or wall or something and we grab a disk drive and hide under the couch. Literally that was the whole plan….. we grab the disk drive and hide under the couch. Solid dream spy stuff. What happens next is that someone sits on the couch. Someone huge. The couch is squishing us. From the voices we know its not Bruce Banner, but his mom. She looks under the couch (and its all weird to be looking out from under the couch), and tells us to just leave. We leave scared for our lives, but when we exit the house I see its my grandparents house in White Hall, NY. We are running scared for our lives that the Hulk is going to kill us down the street for my car. When get there I can see my car being towed away by a tow truck. A cop is still there and we ask him for help, or a ride to my car, or a hotel or something. He laughs and says, “Are you kidding? This is Whitehall. I’m not giving a stranger a ride.”. As he’s saying this I can see the grocery store across the street on fire and people looting it.
And the dream ends there.
Bizarre superhero dreams. I kind of like it. Nice way to end a long weekend.
Posted on | August 30, 2014 | No Comments
Last Saturday I got up, picked up the living room (as I’m apt to do on Saturday mornings) and put on a record.
Most weekends when I get up I put on some background noise of some sort. Usually a TV show while I read the news, clean, or futz around on the internet. Instead of TV last weekend I thought I should put a record. I have a nice leather bound Califon record player. Its pretty ancient. I saved it from a dumpster when I was in college at Niagara University back in 2000. Originally it was going to be a gift for my dad, however it grew on me and I kept it for myself. It’s a Califon 1430k Solid State Phonograph. What all that means is a loss to me… what I do know about it is that it plays records well, looks good open or closed, and sounds as good as I’d expect my records to sound.
So last weekend I listened to Beethoven. I have a 7 record collection of Beethoven’s Symphonies that I picked up for three dollars a few years ago. I got through four records that morning while drinking a French Press of coffee with Sam. It was a nice, lazy, relaxing way to start the weekend. We went out after that to the zoo, got some food and just enjoyed the day.
Today it is the Cure starting my weekend. I have a few Cure records, but chose their greatest hits album Staring at the Sea. Actually its called Standing on a Beach. Interesting fact I did not know about til today (and it shows how closely I looked at the record when I bought it), on vinyl (record) and tape cassette it was called Standing on a Beach. On CD it was called Staring at the Sea. Ahhhh Wikipedia…. you teach me so many things.
For a long time I considered the Cure my favorite band. Smashing Pumpkins competed with the for top spot in my musical tastes for all of my formative music years (late high school and college). At one time I owned more Cure cd’s than all of my other cd’s put together. Granted it was like 22 out of 40 total cd’s I owned at the time, but I was that interested in all things Cure. I bought all the singles I could find, t-shirts and other memorabilia. Aside from Wussy, and maybe Patrons of Sweet – that’s right Matt… you count – the Cure are the band I’ve seen most in concert. But that doesn’t say much, as I don’t go to too many concerts… particularly bigger names.
The Cure have been out of my listening rotation for a while. I’ve been on a Wussy, Guardians of Galaxy Soundtrack and Angel Olsen kick. Yeah… The Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack is as good as everyone says it is. Angel Olsen I found after Google Play suggested her on some playlist. A quick view to watch her Tiny Desk on NPR concert and I was hooked.
Anyways… yes. The Cure is a great way to start my weekend. Up until Wednesday I actually thought we had school on Monday. But we do indeed get Labor Day off. So yeah… Long weekend. I can dig it, and the Cure are setting it up as a good one.
Posted on | August 29, 2014 | 2 Comments
However this week has been full of bizarre dreams.
Last night I had a dream that Pat wanted to go to Germany. And we were at an airport (my titanium set off a metal detector). I got through scanners and caught with Pat only to tell him that I didn’t actually buy a ticket, and wasn’t going to Germany with him like he had hoped. I”m pretty sure I had never said I was going, Pat just assumed that if he was going to Germany I would be too. Pat, Sam and I then drank at an airport bar for a long while. And this was a real airport, not some Portland, Maine Jetport (that thing is tiny).
Not sure what made it so strange. It could have been the part where we were short 1 penny of our bar tab, and we had to jump in the dumpster behind the airport and search through the trash to find a penny. It could have been that Pat was able to pick up the giant dumpster with one hand. Or that despite being a huge airport no one was there but Pat, Sam, the bartender and myself.
Whatever. It was a dream. Pretty good one. Seems like the shenanigans Pat and I get into on occasion. Sam didn’t seem to mind. That’s what makes her awesome.
Posted on | August 28, 2014 | No Comments
I feel like I’m going old school again with my sleep habits thanks to SleepPhones.
When I was in high school I started falling asleep with a hat covering my eyes. It was a long sky blue knitted hat, and I pulled it down over my eyes to sleep. I loved it. I’m not sure where the hat is now, but that was it. Pull the hat down and I could fall sleep.
It was the start of me basically making a sleep routine for myself.
It evolved over time. To falling asleep with music on. That comes from old neurosis about hearing people talk as I lay in bed. I used to think I was hearing TV or voices while I was trying to sleep late at night, but when I would get up and search the house I wouldn’t find a TV on, or radio on, or anyone awake. When I’d lay back down I’d hear it again. I’m pretty sure my mind was playing tricks on me. Either that or someone was awake and didn’t want to be caught. Either way it led to me sleeping with a radio on. Come to think of it, this may predate my long blue hat.
In college I started sleeping with a pillow over my eyes. I called it Special Pillow. It was an old beat up down pillow. Almost nothing left to it. Older than any pillow had a right to be. But it was light enough, and malleable enough to just lay over the top of my head and block out any light in the room.
Special Pillow died a horrible death two years ago. It was basically disintegrating into nothing. Which considering how old it was, probably was a good thing. But it left me with nothing to put over my eyes or head.
Earlier this year I discovered SleepPhones. When Sam and I moved in together I had to start phasing out my sleep routine. I always fell asleep to Futurama. I’d put it on my laptop and pass out. It was at the point where if it was a dark room, and Futurama was on, I was falling asleep. I trained my body well to recognize that. But Sam needs quiet and darkness. A video on a laptop doesn’t work for that. I had gotten into the habit of putting headphones on and falling asleep to watching Futurama on Netflix through my phone. Headphones aren’t that comfortable to sleep in. But it was a good compromise. (Not the only one, I also sleep with my own sheet, as Sam wraps herself in blankets at night. We each have our own covers essentially.)
SleepPhones are amazing though. Essentially a light weight head band with small, thin headphones built in as ear pads rather than bulky ear buds or phones. And I can pull it down over my eyes. Old school style. I love it.
Posted on | August 22, 2014 | No Comments
It’s August 22nd and I’ve been back to work 4 weeks this school year already.
At least Zoidberg keeps me company.keep looking »