January 7, 2009 at 9:56 am (dreams)
Tags: dreams, remember, weird
Lately, my dreams feel as though they are recurrent. At somepoint I say “this is not the first time I’ve been here.” Hmmm…
I dreamt that I was going to help a female stranger (roughly my age) to retrieve her towed car. I took her to a place that appeared to be a particularly rough part of the neighborhood in the Soundview section of the Bronx (where I spent the first 12 years of my life). The folks who worked at the garage/autoparts were a rag-tag band of youthful, dirty grease monkeys…but they were weirdly cool and witty. They reminded me of the hackers Jolie ran with in the 90’s flick of the same name.
I remember them telling me to recall the ” last time I visited” them to which I was able to somehow remember the advice they once gave me. I can’t recall what exactly that was but it definitely confirmed that I somehow had dreamt myself in this situation before.
When I woke up I thought about what had just “happened” during my dream.
To be reasonable, I could say that this dream was a product of information I have absorbed in the days prior. I know of two people who are dealing with issues pertaining to their automobile. I even know a friend of the same age who had her car towed recently in the south Bronx. I just find it interesting how our minds take information and stew it into a pot of imagination to produce such convincing images. I really feel as though I knew those grease monkeys.
Our minds are so special and wonderful. Don’t you think?
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January 4, 2009 at 12:44 pm (dreams)
Tags: dreams, remember, weird
BACK in high school… but mixed up with college?
Cute hispanic guy likes me. His name is ..Mason?
Uh oh. Peer pressure. Should I jump the turnstiles in the subway for this one? Sorry, I’m too cool for school. I also still feel 28 in this dream. Had to tell George and Erika (the college element of this dream) I’ll check the crowd next time. I’m off to the races…
…literally.
At the track. Funny I don’t remember horse and carriage races. I’m not talking about that funny looking chariot thing they do these days at Belmont. These were Cinderelli white-pumpkin with the fabric-covering carriages.
Its going to get weirder now.
I’m dealing with some sort of Keanu Aikman character. Keanu Reeves is an actor. Troy Aikman is a former NFL Superbowl quarterback turned commentator. Both were sources of adolescent crushes He’s a vampire. He’s also got the race rigged… with ghostly vampires. What the hell is going ON here!? Now I’m watching this thing from the driver’s point of view a la video game choice perspective.
Of course I don’t remember who won the race because now I’m at the baseball game. I’ve got the BEST SEATS in the stadium which are also impossible to get of course since we’re sitting under a tent in centerfield. I apparently decided to take Keanu Aikman’s family since they all sort of look like him-them.
I’m talking about the greatness of the t.v. show
Monk with who else, Tony Shaloub and trying to encourage them the Aikman family to tune in while advocating for the show to hire Erickson the vampire who I heard won the horse and carriage race. I guess in the dream I thought Erickson was the name of Eric Roberts… this guy always needs a job.
Dreams over and I woke up to the cat walking across my chest but I can’t help thinking: That was weird. I’ve never even seen Monk.
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