05.06.07
Two days later
Two days later and i’m still waking up from dreams where I’m ordering people around. Being a Stage Manager at WebVisions really does something weird to my brain, it seems.
04.18.03
Dream Time
Very strange dream this morning. The main crux of it was that my cat Simone had been ‘possesed’ by a demon and was all red, and racing around a house (and then my parents’ kitchen) and I had to corner her.
That’s what I get for watching Buffy *and* a Satan episode of South Park in the same night I suppose…
12.09.99
Very Big Dream
Wow. Talk about dramatic.
All of the demons of Hell were fighting the legions Angels of Heaven in a very large and beautiful mansion. They were struggling for control of a sword and a clock.
The Angels had always had the the Sword which was used to send the humans to hell as needed, and the demons had possesed the clock, which told of when people would die.
The demons were like the monster from Disney’s Night on Bald Mountain sequence in Fantasia (which is having an IMAX-only sequel released, btw.).
The battle was taking place in the parlor, a vaulted ceilinged, late 1800’s room, with lots of paintings on the wall, ferns and stools all around.
The demons wanted the sword and the angels wanted the clock. The destruction was ferocious, the noise deafening and the walls and floors were shaking.
An angel was run through, and I woke up.
04.25.99
Dree-ee-ee-ee-ea-m, Dream, Dream Dream.
Apr 25 Sun (10 AM)
I’m in some big city, mid-afternoon. I meet a famous movie star who looks like Dustin Hoffman, but it’s not him. He’s registered under the name ‘Tom’ at a large hotel made of white marble. He invites me to the party their having that night. I asked him what time? ‘Whenever’, he replies.
So I’m walking out of the hotel lobby and down the street. I’m wondering ‘Would it be okay to bring Amy to the party too?’
…
I’m one of three childen in a Chinese family. I’m European and Asian. Suddenly I notice that I’m not so much walking as I’m gliding about a foot off the ground.
I think to myself, ‘Well this is interesting.’ I want to go higher and suddenly I’m at the same height as the street lights, the ones that are used over freeways, about 100 meters tall. I think to myself ‘I’ll go higher still’ and I start drifting down, towards the backyard of my Asian parent’s house. The more I think and try to will myself into the sky, the closer to the Earth I go.
I start realizing that I need to be Zen about this: I need to ‘want’ to be off the ground, as opposed to telling myself to fly is a particular direction.
I’m rising off the ground a bit again when a puggy asian friend of my asian parents comes into the backyard, which has a tall wooden fence around it. I don’t want him to see me like this, but there’s nowhere to hide, so I zoom up into the night sky and hover over him. I get a really good view of his bald spot.
I notice that it’s late and I’ve probably missed the party at the hotel.
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Those dream sequences were this morning. Yesterday I had a dream that I had this incredible Mac G3 setup, including an unreleased Apple 17″ flat-panel display.
Then I woke up. I was upset that that it was dream. I walked into the living room, and there it was. The entire setup, just like in my dream! The translucent plastics and all. It was mine! I really did have this whole package.
Then I really woke up. [Sigh.]
01.24.99
Dream #1
I’m back stage doing community theater in the gym from my elementry school. There’s no costumes, no one has memorized their lines and the director has taken ill. We’re doing some sort of shakespearian telling of a greek tragedy, The Odessey with lots of thee’s and thou’s tossed in. There is an audience of maybe 20 people, but they are seated at the back of the gym, in those fold-up metal chairs. There’s about 50 meters between the edge of the stage and the first of two rows of the audience.
The show starts and people begin reading their lines from the books. The first people are doing fair enough, but I suddenly realize that they’ve started with Scene 2, completely skipping, scene 1, which I’m supposed to be in. Back stage I tell evryone that after Scene 2 we’re going back to Scene 1, and just call the discontinuity, ‘Art’. (A tribute to Tarintino?)
Unfortunately, the other actor in my scene is nowhere to be found. The boyfriend of one of the other actors is milling about backstage; I take him by the collar, drag him over to a round table that has a few copies of the play on it. I tell him to read the part of Laserio.
Scene 1 starts with my line, which for some reason looks like pure Latin. As I start it, I give the reading my full gusto, jumping off the edge of the stage and ranting my lines, raving and stomping across the field of concrete between the stage and the audience. The book in one hand and my other hand a fist, I am at times keniving, then bold, agressive, then reserved. I read my lines reasonably well, but each time I finish my lines, I have to wait a few minutes while the boyfriend actor struggles to read the simple lines that he has. During my parts, he simply stands on the stage watching me as I release enough energy to supply the Western Power Grid into my lines.
The scene and the dream went on for several pages in the book. I wish I had taken the time to memorize the lines, I would write them here.
I don’t remember my dreams very often and this is only the second or third time I’ve ever written one down. I jumped out of bed and ran to my machine as soon as I realized I had lost the flow of the dream because I had woken up.
Meanings? I have no idea. Who were the people in the dream? I didn’t recognize any of them, though I had the strangest sense that the director of the play was my Personal Finance teacher from high school.