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.

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.

Not Alien

While driving home I looked up and saw this strange pattern of dots and dashes in the sky. I was a little freaked out because they did not seem like a natural creation. Then I noticed that I was growing. White poofs continued appearing in an orderly fashion one after another. It was a bright blue day and I couldn't see any planes but I knew it wasn't alien.


Then I remembered a new type of experimental jet engine called a "pulse jet engine" or "pulse detonation engine". This engine made contrails like white balls one after another instead of the typical unbroken stream. By this time I parked my car, ran into the house, and got my camera. Outside I snapped a few shots but no one else on the street seemed interested. Later that evening I showed my pictures to my dad and he pointed out they spelled something.

"What do you mean spell something?"
"Like an advertisement."
"But I don't see any letters... oh. right. there. Oh wow. How the hell did I miss that?!"

No, thank you very much. I don't want to lower my insurance rates.