I was not a character of this dream, only a third party observer...
There was a middle aged man and a woman in her twenties. They were both in a basement bedroom of what appeared to be a house. The floor and ceiling weren't furnished; there was a bed, lamp, and a small square of green carpet on the floor next to the bed. The room also had normal basement items, a washer and dryer, shelves with unused things, boxes on the floor.
It was evening and the middle aged man and the women in her twenties were lying on the bed over top the sheets. They were talking. He said...
"I'm so glad you're finally here."
"Yeah, me too."
"I never though this would happen."
"Why not?"
"You and I... aren't a common occurrence. Please don't leave."
"I won't. I want to be here."
Then they fell asleep.
When he woke up there was light coming through the small, ceiling level basement windows. It was morning. He was alone in the bed. It was cold and the blankets were on the floor leaving only a sheet covering him. Strangely there was a fine layer of dust covering the sheet. The middle aged man got out of bed and walked up the stairs to the first floor. The woman in her twenties was standing in the kitchen. When she saw him, she was completely shocked. He walked close to her and said...
"What's wrong?"
She smacked him.
"Bastard! Where have you been?!?!"
"What do you mean?! I was just sleeping down stairs."
"Sleeping down stairs?!?! I haven't seen you in over a year!!!"
"What are you talking about? Last night, you and I slept down stairs together. I just woke up and came up stairs to find you."
"That night was over a year ago! When I woke up you were gone and I haven't seen you until now."
"This is insane; we have to figure out what happened. How did I lose a year of my life?!"
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Dream Journal #11
It was late at night. I was in a house unfamiliar to the waking me. I was in a small, narrow bathroom, sitting on the toilet. The lights inside the house were off but the street laps shown through the windows giving the bathroom a slight glow. To the right of the toilet was an open door to a bedroom. High up on the wall to the left of the toilet was a mirror. For no particular reason my face was painted up as a clown. While I was sitting there, I looked up at the mirror and saw the face of a clown. It was funny seeing my face as a clown so I made a goofy clown grin, only the face in the mirror did not change. I turned towards the door and standing there was a tall, overweight man dressed in a dirty tan one-piece utility suit, like the ones worn by those that work some crappy dirty job. His face was painted up like a clown, his hair was dirty and in disarray. I freaked out. I woke up but had dream paralysis, so I quickly slipped back into the dream, again sitting on the toilet in front of the evil clown. This time I began growling trying to scare him off… or wake myself up. A few seconds later I woke up, heart racing, and still growling.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Dream Journal #10
Four of us went to a fish-market / restaurant. It was like a restaurant with tables and chairs and waiters but instead of bringing you a cooked fish meal, they brought you packaged raw fish just like a grocery store where you pay for and take away. The room was two stories tall with many thin tall columns forming two rows from one end of the room to the other. The floor had black and white tiles making a checkered pattern. The tables were packed with people and because floor and walls were stone, the room sounded like an elementary school cafeteria. We sat down at one of the tables. It was me and my friend Matt, I forgot the other two people. We ordered our raw fish and a few minutes later the waiter brought out our packages of fish in brown paper bags. We sat talking for a minute and then a big guy came up to our table and picked up Matt's bag of fish. He teased him about the fish. I forget the teasing point, either the amount or the kind or something. Matt was pretty pissed but didn't say anything back. A crowed gathered around the table to listen. The guy finally stopped harassing but when he walked away he took Matt's fish with him. Matt stood up and followed him back to his table. When the guy turned around Matt got up in his face and without saying a word grabbed the bag out of his hand, and then shoved him hard into the table, knocking over three of his friend's sitting around the table. It was loud and created a big scene. Matt said some curses and the four of us walked out of the building. The guy and a few of his friends followed us out the front door. The entrance was up a big flight of steps with a 20 foot wide landing. The guy and his friends stayed at the door while we walked down the stairs to our car. As we were walking away I yelled back "Next time don't fuck with a guy who can dead lift 300 pounds!"
Go Alex with those timely crazy comebacks!
Moral of the story: don't ever get in between Matt and his fish.
Go Alex with those timely crazy comebacks!
Moral of the story: don't ever get in between Matt and his fish.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Dream Journal #9
The beginning of the dream has been lost to day light, however the end is still clear as…
I was out somewhere, blurred visions of a middle-eastern bazaar or restaurant. I had to go to the bathroom which was on a different floor. The only way up was to use a utility elevator. When I got inside I noticed that there were only two buttons, one up and one down. Above was hanging a single light bulb which put out a weak yellow light. Written in black marker on the wall above the buttons were crazy rantings, like something you would see on the walls of an insane asylum. They mentioned something about a scary thing. The doors of the elevator closed and I hit the down button. The room around me vibrated and clanged. It seemed like it went one floor down, I assumed the basement. The doors opened to a dark hallway with many doors on either side, sort of like a school hallway. One of them was open and the light coming out of the room was the only source of light for the hallway. Something in the room moved towards the open doorway causing the hallway to go dim. It cast a human shaped shadow on the adjacent wall. I knew this was a bad place to be so I quickly hit the up button and the elevator doors closed. The room vibrated and clanged for a minute then the doors opened to a spacious room which looked like a European palace's lounge. High ceiling, dark wood, giant windows, red curtains, fire place, elegant couches. Above the fire place was a massive mahogany sculpture of curved, rounded, wood pieces lying across and over-top each other creating a deep, complex, tangled web. This had a bigger, mirrored sister sculpture in the center of the floor. In the far corner was a door to the bathroom and to get there I had to walk on the floor sculpture. It was hard to stay on the top wood pieces and not trip and fall into the lower web tangles. I stayed to the thicker beams. I got to the corner and opened the bathroom door. The room looked more like a British library than a bathroom. The floor was white tile but everything else was made from wood. The walls, stalls, sinks, etc. There was only one other person in there, he was in one of the stalls. I walked over to the far corner to pee in an old fashion toilet: a porcelain bowl with a wooden seat. When I was done I walked over to a wooden barrel filled with water to wash my hands. The water was dark and as I dipped my hands in it stirred up something from the bottom. Before it came to the surface, the other man came up behind me and asked me a question. I turned around and answer him. He had on wired rimed glasses and was dressed in a tweed coat. We talked for a few minutes about the wars around the world.
Then I woke up.
I was out somewhere, blurred visions of a middle-eastern bazaar or restaurant. I had to go to the bathroom which was on a different floor. The only way up was to use a utility elevator. When I got inside I noticed that there were only two buttons, one up and one down. Above was hanging a single light bulb which put out a weak yellow light. Written in black marker on the wall above the buttons were crazy rantings, like something you would see on the walls of an insane asylum. They mentioned something about a scary thing. The doors of the elevator closed and I hit the down button. The room around me vibrated and clanged. It seemed like it went one floor down, I assumed the basement. The doors opened to a dark hallway with many doors on either side, sort of like a school hallway. One of them was open and the light coming out of the room was the only source of light for the hallway. Something in the room moved towards the open doorway causing the hallway to go dim. It cast a human shaped shadow on the adjacent wall. I knew this was a bad place to be so I quickly hit the up button and the elevator doors closed. The room vibrated and clanged for a minute then the doors opened to a spacious room which looked like a European palace's lounge. High ceiling, dark wood, giant windows, red curtains, fire place, elegant couches. Above the fire place was a massive mahogany sculpture of curved, rounded, wood pieces lying across and over-top each other creating a deep, complex, tangled web. This had a bigger, mirrored sister sculpture in the center of the floor. In the far corner was a door to the bathroom and to get there I had to walk on the floor sculpture. It was hard to stay on the top wood pieces and not trip and fall into the lower web tangles. I stayed to the thicker beams. I got to the corner and opened the bathroom door. The room looked more like a British library than a bathroom. The floor was white tile but everything else was made from wood. The walls, stalls, sinks, etc. There was only one other person in there, he was in one of the stalls. I walked over to the far corner to pee in an old fashion toilet: a porcelain bowl with a wooden seat. When I was done I walked over to a wooden barrel filled with water to wash my hands. The water was dark and as I dipped my hands in it stirred up something from the bottom. Before it came to the surface, the other man came up behind me and asked me a question. I turned around and answer him. He had on wired rimed glasses and was dressed in a tweed coat. We talked for a few minutes about the wars around the world.
Then I woke up.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Enlightenment (possibly maybe)
He was on the verge of true enlightenment
just now
it was a flash
if you werent paying attention
you would have missed it
what was the cause?
maybe the wind was just right
and his left foot stepped on
a broken piece of cement
perhaps it was his stomach
ache that had been there for days
or he had eaten 17 almonds
instead of 71
any answer was as good
and meaningless as any other
possibly maybe
and as quick as it
came it went
rasing his hopes once again
true enlightenment is hard to come
by and seemingly impossible to sustain
the closer you think you are the more
you realize you arent even close
like looking directly at a star
makes it disapear
his search had been the same
all the effort and choices made
seemed not to make a difference
so slow time down
look at the moment again
was something missed?
living in a gray foggy world
enlightenment is easy to spot
even when it's far away
it starts faint
a white
no
yellow light
a deep health yellow hue
like butter cups in spring
and as it comes closer
the light shines thought the fog
like car head lights do
it clears a path in the road
warmness comes next
not in a specific place
more like a blanket
warmed by a lover
brighter and brighter
it's obvious now
everything
infinite time is crunch
compressed into seconds
forwards and backwards
energy and matter
flow like spring water
the meaning of life
nearly there
and then
gone.
cold
gray fog no
yellow light
the reaction was not
sustainable
the whole experieces was only
a second or two
body still tingling
hummm
he walks to his front
door and wonders
why did it go away?
maybe the wind was just right
and his right foot stepped on
a broken piece of cement
perhaps it was his hair that
needed to be cut
or the keys in his left pocket
instead of his right
any answer was as good
and meaningless as any other
possibly maybe
just now
it was a flash
if you werent paying attention
you would have missed it
what was the cause?
maybe the wind was just right
and his left foot stepped on
a broken piece of cement
perhaps it was his stomach
ache that had been there for days
or he had eaten 17 almonds
instead of 71
any answer was as good
and meaningless as any other
possibly maybe
and as quick as it
came it went
rasing his hopes once again
true enlightenment is hard to come
by and seemingly impossible to sustain
the closer you think you are the more
you realize you arent even close
like looking directly at a star
makes it disapear
his search had been the same
all the effort and choices made
seemed not to make a difference
so slow time down
look at the moment again
was something missed?
living in a gray foggy world
enlightenment is easy to spot
even when it's far away
it starts faint
a white
no
yellow light
a deep health yellow hue
like butter cups in spring
and as it comes closer
the light shines thought the fog
like car head lights do
it clears a path in the road
warmness comes next
not in a specific place
more like a blanket
warmed by a lover
brighter and brighter
it's obvious now
everything
infinite time is crunch
compressed into seconds
forwards and backwards
energy and matter
flow like spring water
the meaning of life
nearly there
and then
gone.
cold
gray fog no
yellow light
the reaction was not
sustainable
the whole experieces was only
a second or two
body still tingling
hummm
he walks to his front
door and wonders
why did it go away?
maybe the wind was just right
and his right foot stepped on
a broken piece of cement
perhaps it was his hair that
needed to be cut
or the keys in his left pocket
instead of his right
any answer was as good
and meaningless as any other
possibly maybe
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Hand me the Mace
Back in 1994 I spent two weeks in Ukraine and Russia on a school trip. It was a few years after the fall of the Soviet Union and the region was unsure of where it was heading. Kiev and Moscow weren't dangerous in the way a war zone is but I definitely wouldn't walk around by myself at night in a dark alley. Of course, in the tourist areas, everything was fine.
One unusual aspect of the region was the number of drunks. Public drunks: stubbing around, vomiting, passed out on park benches or in the streets, yelling at passerby's. There isn't a college campus in this country that can compare. Although I found it unsettling, I never felt threatened by the drunks.
In Moscow our group was staying at a Soviet era hotel, a long, gray, concrete structure, with no personality. The hallways inside were a block long. The red carpet was worn from years of ware and neglect. I was one of three boys staying in the room. Our room was a full city block away from the elevator. It was mid-morning and the three of us were hanging out in our room, killing some time before we had to go down stairs and meet up with everyone else for that day's group tour. Being young and not understanding the dangers of the city we were in, we didn't have the door locked. Without any warning, the door opened and a man stepped into our room. Standing in the entry way, he started yelling at us in Russian and waving his hands. Acting in the way that seemed appropriate to three 14 year olds, we rushed the man, pushed him out the open door, slammed it in his face, and quickly set the lock, all while he continued to yell. Soon we would be expected down stairs but there was no way we were going to leave while we could see him out the peep-hole. He stopped yelling after a minute and walked away.
Later that day we visited a museum. Most museum shops reflected the content of the museum's collection. This museum had a lot of medieval Russian artifacts so the shop had replica medieval weapons. I don't remember whose idea it was but one of us picked up a mace and said "we should get this for protection". When I say mace I don't mean the spray used to dissuade attackers, I mean its namesake: the medieval weapon used for crushing skulls. It had foot and a half wooden handle with a wooden sphere attached at one end. The sphere was about the size of four fists and had sharp wooden points covering it. Yes, it was a wooden replica but still definitely dangerous. We got the mace. That evening when we got back to the hotel we decided that the person with the bed closet to the door should have the mace, just in case something should happen at night.
No one came to our locked door that night. In the morning we left our room to get some breakfast at the dining room down stairs. So we walked out our room, locked the door, and began down the block long hallway to the elevator. About twenty feet away there was a man walking towards us. We walked passed each other and a few seconds later we heard a banging on a door. When we turned around, we saw the man banging on our door. It was a different man than the day before. Luckily we had all our money and passports with us so there was nothing in our rooms except our suitcases, our clothes, and our mace. As we were waiting for the elevator we could still hear him banging on our door. Obviously people thought someone else was staying there. Fortunately we were leaving Moscow for Saint Petersburg shortly after breakfast.
One unusual aspect of the region was the number of drunks. Public drunks: stubbing around, vomiting, passed out on park benches or in the streets, yelling at passerby's. There isn't a college campus in this country that can compare. Although I found it unsettling, I never felt threatened by the drunks.
In Moscow our group was staying at a Soviet era hotel, a long, gray, concrete structure, with no personality. The hallways inside were a block long. The red carpet was worn from years of ware and neglect. I was one of three boys staying in the room. Our room was a full city block away from the elevator. It was mid-morning and the three of us were hanging out in our room, killing some time before we had to go down stairs and meet up with everyone else for that day's group tour. Being young and not understanding the dangers of the city we were in, we didn't have the door locked. Without any warning, the door opened and a man stepped into our room. Standing in the entry way, he started yelling at us in Russian and waving his hands. Acting in the way that seemed appropriate to three 14 year olds, we rushed the man, pushed him out the open door, slammed it in his face, and quickly set the lock, all while he continued to yell. Soon we would be expected down stairs but there was no way we were going to leave while we could see him out the peep-hole. He stopped yelling after a minute and walked away.
Later that day we visited a museum. Most museum shops reflected the content of the museum's collection. This museum had a lot of medieval Russian artifacts so the shop had replica medieval weapons. I don't remember whose idea it was but one of us picked up a mace and said "we should get this for protection". When I say mace I don't mean the spray used to dissuade attackers, I mean its namesake: the medieval weapon used for crushing skulls. It had foot and a half wooden handle with a wooden sphere attached at one end. The sphere was about the size of four fists and had sharp wooden points covering it. Yes, it was a wooden replica but still definitely dangerous. We got the mace. That evening when we got back to the hotel we decided that the person with the bed closet to the door should have the mace, just in case something should happen at night.
No one came to our locked door that night. In the morning we left our room to get some breakfast at the dining room down stairs. So we walked out our room, locked the door, and began down the block long hallway to the elevator. About twenty feet away there was a man walking towards us. We walked passed each other and a few seconds later we heard a banging on a door. When we turned around, we saw the man banging on our door. It was a different man than the day before. Luckily we had all our money and passports with us so there was nothing in our rooms except our suitcases, our clothes, and our mace. As we were waiting for the elevator we could still hear him banging on our door. Obviously people thought someone else was staying there. Fortunately we were leaving Moscow for Saint Petersburg shortly after breakfast.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Ketchup Solution
Tap on the side!
Tap on the bottom!
Use a knife!
Hold it sideways!
No.
The problem is that the ketchup is stuck at the bottom and hitting it too hard causes too much ketchup to plop on your plate. The best solution is the following…
1) Keep the lid on the bottle.
2) Turn the bottle up-side-down.
3) Shake it, tap it hard. (No worries about too much plopping out!)
4) Once the ketchup has moved from the bottom to the top of the bottle, open the lid and ketchup will gently pour out.
Just like magic~
Tap on the bottom!
Use a knife!
Hold it sideways!
No.
The problem is that the ketchup is stuck at the bottom and hitting it too hard causes too much ketchup to plop on your plate. The best solution is the following…
1) Keep the lid on the bottle.
2) Turn the bottle up-side-down.
3) Shake it, tap it hard. (No worries about too much plopping out!)
4) Once the ketchup has moved from the bottom to the top of the bottle, open the lid and ketchup will gently pour out.
Just like magic~
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The Big Move
Dear Subscriber,
It has been a long time since I posted anything here. Apologies. Life first, writing second. I recently moved to Brooklyn. This has been one of my major life goals. It was the evening of January 7, 2006 when I had a life altering vision. Many sacrifices were made during the past few years. Sometimes periods were fun, while others were extremely hard. But like most things, everything worked out in the end. Now it's time to change my mind from "planning-moving mode" to "life mode" (which will require me to re-learn how to relax and live in the now). Life is awesome!
Talk to you soon.
It has been a long time since I posted anything here. Apologies. Life first, writing second. I recently moved to Brooklyn. This has been one of my major life goals. It was the evening of January 7, 2006 when I had a life altering vision. Many sacrifices were made during the past few years. Sometimes periods were fun, while others were extremely hard. But like most things, everything worked out in the end. Now it's time to change my mind from "planning-moving mode" to "life mode" (which will require me to re-learn how to relax and live in the now). Life is awesome!
Talk to you soon.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
What are you doing here?!
It was late October 2007 and I was in a ticket line (I mean queue) in Paddington Station, London. After I got my ticket I walked out of the ticket area into the main train station hall. In front of me a glass door opened and a man my age, with a big hiking backpack on his back, stepped out. We looked at each other for a second before recognition set in. Here was a New Zealand bread maker named Colin, a single-serving friend I made five month ago in a Madrid youth hostile. We ran around Madrid for four days together, museums, dinners, drinks, clubbing, and attempting to pick up chicks. Colin and I shook hand and started laughing. What line of events caused two people to meet twice in a life time, months and hundreds of miles apart? We found a place to sit and recount our stories of what happened between Madrid and Paddington Station. He was on his way north to meet up with his brother (or cousin) and I was on my way down to Hampton Court Palace (one of Henry the 8th palaces). I missed the first train because the second train gave us enough time finish our conversation. We exchanged contact information again, and then went our separate ways.
This is either amazing because it's so rare or because it happens often but we don't recognize the people we meet again and again. Another thing could be that a certain life style causes the same sort of people to go to the same sort of places. So the world isn't quite as large as its surface area per person. Like I'm a traveler and Colin is a traveler. We were both traveling around for months. Madrid and London, though big, are much smaller than the earth, and you could shrink it down further saying that even within those cities there are only a few places or regions we would visit. Once you remove the distance and location issue, you are only left with time. So, it was less amazing that we were both in the same place, it was more amazing that we happened to be there at the same time. One of us could have easily changed one thing about our day which would have caused us to be in Paddington Station on the same day, just at a different time.
But anyway way I look at it, it's still pretty awesome.
This is either amazing because it's so rare or because it happens often but we don't recognize the people we meet again and again. Another thing could be that a certain life style causes the same sort of people to go to the same sort of places. So the world isn't quite as large as its surface area per person. Like I'm a traveler and Colin is a traveler. We were both traveling around for months. Madrid and London, though big, are much smaller than the earth, and you could shrink it down further saying that even within those cities there are only a few places or regions we would visit. Once you remove the distance and location issue, you are only left with time. So, it was less amazing that we were both in the same place, it was more amazing that we happened to be there at the same time. One of us could have easily changed one thing about our day which would have caused us to be in Paddington Station on the same day, just at a different time.
But anyway way I look at it, it's still pretty awesome.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Dream Journal #8
Since I've started my new job I haven't been able to remember my dreams as well. I've begun waking up during my dreams (which is the first step) but 6am is still too early to for my brain to remember things properly. Just to keep you all from getting bored here is an archive dream...
:::It's only a matter of time, Spider-Man:::
I was with my dad in a shallow cave. We were looking for bones. I found a few in some dirt and asked him what they were. Digging further I found some fragments of Spider-Man's suit. My dad disappeared and was replaced with a female cop. The cave turned into an empty, dusty, abandoned mansion. She was in the bathroom. As I was walking around the living room, she started screaming. I opened the door and she was pointing her gun towards the ceiling. I looked up and saw it was Spider-Man hanging upside down. He told us to chill out and if we wanted to find what we were looking for we would have to leave the safety of the first floor and go to the second floor. Then Spider-Man swung out of the bathroom and into the shadowy corner of a large empty living room. The woman and I decided to go to the second floor. We walked to the large stair case. It looked like something out of the 1800s. The woman disappeared and Matt replaced her. Matt and I walked up the stair case into the dark second floor. He carried a flash light. As we walked up I started repeating a phrase to myself under my breath. The stairs ended at a large dark room. Sitting 15 feet away, cross legged, on the floor, with his back to us was a ghostly man. He was chanting the same phrase I was repeating to myself. This freaked me out. The ghostly man started to get up. We decided it was a good idea to leave immediately. Matt and I ran down the stair before we had a chance to see his face. We flew out the front door of the mansion into a yard covered with a foot of snow. It was late at night and the walk to the front gate was long and cold. Our car was parked right outside the fence. We got in and started talking about what we had seen. I told him that one day something like that was going to get him.
Watch out Matt.
:::It's only a matter of time, Spider-Man:::
I was with my dad in a shallow cave. We were looking for bones. I found a few in some dirt and asked him what they were. Digging further I found some fragments of Spider-Man's suit. My dad disappeared and was replaced with a female cop. The cave turned into an empty, dusty, abandoned mansion. She was in the bathroom. As I was walking around the living room, she started screaming. I opened the door and she was pointing her gun towards the ceiling. I looked up and saw it was Spider-Man hanging upside down. He told us to chill out and if we wanted to find what we were looking for we would have to leave the safety of the first floor and go to the second floor. Then Spider-Man swung out of the bathroom and into the shadowy corner of a large empty living room. The woman and I decided to go to the second floor. We walked to the large stair case. It looked like something out of the 1800s. The woman disappeared and Matt replaced her. Matt and I walked up the stair case into the dark second floor. He carried a flash light. As we walked up I started repeating a phrase to myself under my breath. The stairs ended at a large dark room. Sitting 15 feet away, cross legged, on the floor, with his back to us was a ghostly man. He was chanting the same phrase I was repeating to myself. This freaked me out. The ghostly man started to get up. We decided it was a good idea to leave immediately. Matt and I ran down the stair before we had a chance to see his face. We flew out the front door of the mansion into a yard covered with a foot of snow. It was late at night and the walk to the front gate was long and cold. Our car was parked right outside the fence. We got in and started talking about what we had seen. I told him that one day something like that was going to get him.
Watch out Matt.
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