Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Another Dream

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Space BoyI love my dreams. They are weird, vivid, and usually have a storyline that runs through them.

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.

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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.

Sock Pebble

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robotsocksEveryone 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.

The Last Gasps of Skunky

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Skunky Angelo doesn’t do so well with being alone.  So Skunky is essentially his best friend when Sam and I are gone.

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.

Angelo in the morning

Labor Day gives me weird dreams

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batmanSo I spent my Labor Day weekend getting outside each day, and also including some lazy time each day.  So I think it qualifies as a success.

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.