*** Dreamt Oct 29-30, 2008 ***
I was in my house talking to my roommates in the kitchen. I decided to go to the front room to watch tv or something, and as I was headed that I way I noticed Michael (our former roommate) coming up the porch. I hadn't seen Michael in some time, so I was pretty happy to see him.
"What's up?!?", I said as he approached the door.
"Oh not much, man. I just wanted to see how that mechanic worked out.", he replied.
You see, in real life I'd spoken with him on the phone a few days prior and asked him about where to get my car door repaired, and he'd recommended a mechanic to me.
"Ya know", I said. "I haven't been able to contact him. I left him a message, but he hasn't called back." This is true, it happened in real life.
"Oh, that's weird", He replied.
Then I woke up.
***
Well last night (the day following that dream), Michael actually DID just drop by our house. It wasn't quite the same circumstances...in my dream it was light outside and in real life when he showed up it was already dark; also in my dream he was wearing a brown flannel shirt whereas in real life he was wearing his lifeguard hoodie. Still, I couldn't help but find it interesting how after not having seen Michael for at least a couple of months, that I had a dream about him dropping by and then he actually dropped by, all in the same 24-hour period.
....oooOOOOOoooo.....
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Those crazy apostates...
Here's a doozey of a dream from not too long ago...
*** Dreamt Oct 12-13, 2008 ***
I'd moved to the East coast, I'm thinking New Hampshire or possibly the Boston area...I think in my dream it was actually one of those two, then switched to the other. Anyway, I decided to go check out my ward there, and when I got there I found that their Sunday services were QUITE different than those to which I'd grown accustomed. We all arrived at church, and immediately people started asking me who I was and why I was there, I explained that I'd just moved from Utah, but that I was LDS, so it was okay...I was SUPPOSED to be there. They seemed a bit concerned about me being there, but I WAS, after all, LDS, so they let me be, but they all kept staring at me with worried looks on their faces.
We were all suddenly on a huge wooden boat. An ark, really. I lazily walked around while people stared at me cautiously. Every now and then I'd open a door to see what was inside, and more often than not there were several people in long robes and pointy hands, who'd notice me and then shout, "No no no! Get out!" at me.
Eventually we landed at our destination, which looked like a really big, stone, oil platform. People formed lines and we filed out towards illuminated kiosks in the stone. When you made it to the front of the line, you'd put your name in a little glass tube, put that tube into a drop box, then slide the drop box into the big structure...after a few moments, the drop box would re-open, and have on it 2 numbers. The numbers showed you when you'd be resurrected...the first number was the day of the resurrection, and the second was the order on that day. My number was "6 23", which meant that I'd be the 23rd person resurrected on the 6th day of the resurrection.
At about this point I realized what was going on here; these Latter Day Saints were following the principles taught in D&C Section 42, which had been deemed not doctrine was NOT to be followed.
Something needed to be done.
I called my home ward and asked for assistance, explaining the Section 42 situation. They immediately sent out Bishop Drake, a member of my parents' stake high council. It was good to see Bishop Drake, and the two of us headed back to the ark so he could see what was going on. We, again, took the ark out to the stone platform, and he agreed this was a bad situation. We walked around the ark a bit more, and came to a room where Jesus was. ...Yep.
He'd, actually, come in answer to our prayer to destroy these lost souls. I didn't actually see them destroyed, but I knew he'd done so. So we were standing there, thanking him for coming, and he was very courteous, and was saying things like, "Oh, it's nothing. That's what I'm here for." Then I decided this was a great opportunity to find out some good info, so I asked him what I needed to do to become rich. He said, "Okay, write this down...", I grabbed and pencil and paper and waited on bated breath. "www.FunkyNeonFish.com", he said to me. I wrote it down...then I looked up, confused, "really?" I asked. "Nah", he said. We all had a good laugh at his joke. Then he asked me, "Do you REALLY need to know what to do to become rich?" I thought about it, and realized I really didn't, so I said, "No...I guess I don't". He seemed satisfied with that.
We thanked him, and started to leave as he knelt down to pray. Somehow, via prayer, he was going to leave as well.
I came out of the ark and my family was all there, and we started off down the street towards an open-air mall just ahead. It was about then, that I realized I was in my underwear, which - surprisingly - didn't make me feel overly ashamed, except that there was a huge hole in the butt of them. I grabbed an 8.5"x11" piece of paper to hold behind me to cover the hole, and I decided that at the next place available, I'd buy a pair of jeans.
*** ***
For those interested, D&C 42 is DEFINITELY not a good section to not follow. It's the "Law of the Church"...spelling out the responsibilities of priesthood holders, and dictating much about how things in the church are to be carried out.
*** Dreamt Oct 12-13, 2008 ***
I'd moved to the East coast, I'm thinking New Hampshire or possibly the Boston area...I think in my dream it was actually one of those two, then switched to the other. Anyway, I decided to go check out my ward there, and when I got there I found that their Sunday services were QUITE different than those to which I'd grown accustomed. We all arrived at church, and immediately people started asking me who I was and why I was there, I explained that I'd just moved from Utah, but that I was LDS, so it was okay...I was SUPPOSED to be there. They seemed a bit concerned about me being there, but I WAS, after all, LDS, so they let me be, but they all kept staring at me with worried looks on their faces.
We were all suddenly on a huge wooden boat. An ark, really. I lazily walked around while people stared at me cautiously. Every now and then I'd open a door to see what was inside, and more often than not there were several people in long robes and pointy hands, who'd notice me and then shout, "No no no! Get out!" at me.
Eventually we landed at our destination, which looked like a really big, stone, oil platform. People formed lines and we filed out towards illuminated kiosks in the stone. When you made it to the front of the line, you'd put your name in a little glass tube, put that tube into a drop box, then slide the drop box into the big structure...after a few moments, the drop box would re-open, and have on it 2 numbers. The numbers showed you when you'd be resurrected...the first number was the day of the resurrection, and the second was the order on that day. My number was "6 23", which meant that I'd be the 23rd person resurrected on the 6th day of the resurrection.
At about this point I realized what was going on here; these Latter Day Saints were following the principles taught in D&C Section 42, which had been deemed not doctrine was NOT to be followed.
Something needed to be done.
I called my home ward and asked for assistance, explaining the Section 42 situation. They immediately sent out Bishop Drake, a member of my parents' stake high council. It was good to see Bishop Drake, and the two of us headed back to the ark so he could see what was going on. We, again, took the ark out to the stone platform, and he agreed this was a bad situation. We walked around the ark a bit more, and came to a room where Jesus was. ...Yep.
He'd, actually, come in answer to our prayer to destroy these lost souls. I didn't actually see them destroyed, but I knew he'd done so. So we were standing there, thanking him for coming, and he was very courteous, and was saying things like, "Oh, it's nothing. That's what I'm here for." Then I decided this was a great opportunity to find out some good info, so I asked him what I needed to do to become rich. He said, "Okay, write this down...", I grabbed and pencil and paper and waited on bated breath. "www.FunkyNeonFish.com", he said to me. I wrote it down...then I looked up, confused, "really?" I asked. "Nah", he said. We all had a good laugh at his joke. Then he asked me, "Do you REALLY need to know what to do to become rich?" I thought about it, and realized I really didn't, so I said, "No...I guess I don't". He seemed satisfied with that.
We thanked him, and started to leave as he knelt down to pray. Somehow, via prayer, he was going to leave as well.
I came out of the ark and my family was all there, and we started off down the street towards an open-air mall just ahead. It was about then, that I realized I was in my underwear, which - surprisingly - didn't make me feel overly ashamed, except that there was a huge hole in the butt of them. I grabbed an 8.5"x11" piece of paper to hold behind me to cover the hole, and I decided that at the next place available, I'd buy a pair of jeans.
*** ***
For those interested, D&C 42 is DEFINITELY not a good section to not follow. It's the "Law of the Church"...spelling out the responsibilities of priesthood holders, and dictating much about how things in the church are to be carried out.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Jurassic Camp
I've had several good dreams in the last few weeks that I've been delinquent on posting...I'll try to get them up here in the next few days...
*** Dreamt October 1-2, 2008 ***
I was at a scout camp. Not really sure what camp it was...one of the big scout camps where several troops are up there at a time, each for a week. It was quite late at night, and there had just been some big camp-wide meeting around a big campfire. Now that the meeting was over it was time for the individual groups to return to their respective camps.
As we headed back I noticed how well lit the whole camp seemed to be, despite the late hour. I mentioned it and another scout told me it was because of the crystals. I hadn't noticed them until just then, but suddenly I noticed that all over the camp there were these little ponds (about the size of a big swimming pool someone would have in their backyard) and right next to each pond was a tripod build from 3 tall logs lashed together at the top, upon which rested a rather huge (probably the size of a small car), blueish, glowing stone. I was very impressed by them, and understood that they were there so that people could swim in the ponds at night.
I made my way up to where my camp was, and when I got there I discovered I was at the Ray B. West building (the English department) at Utah State University. I climbed some stairs until I was on the 3rd floor, then I went over to one of the windows that faced the Quad, and to my horror I saw a 20-foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex-like dinosaur causing mass mayhem. It was chasing students around, snapping at them, and shoving them with it's nose. At one point I was sure it was going to eat somebody, but then it just shoved him to the ground. I was scared, but rather puzzled why it wasn't eating anybody. Then I saw the baby dinosaur!! Another T-Rex-like monster, maybe 10 feet tall came into view and I realized the big one wasn't eating them, it was herding them so the baby could eat them!!
***
It was about then that I woke up. No actual blood or carnage, but still, somewhat unnerving.
*** Dreamt October 1-2, 2008 ***
I was at a scout camp. Not really sure what camp it was...one of the big scout camps where several troops are up there at a time, each for a week. It was quite late at night, and there had just been some big camp-wide meeting around a big campfire. Now that the meeting was over it was time for the individual groups to return to their respective camps.
As we headed back I noticed how well lit the whole camp seemed to be, despite the late hour. I mentioned it and another scout told me it was because of the crystals. I hadn't noticed them until just then, but suddenly I noticed that all over the camp there were these little ponds (about the size of a big swimming pool someone would have in their backyard) and right next to each pond was a tripod build from 3 tall logs lashed together at the top, upon which rested a rather huge (probably the size of a small car), blueish, glowing stone. I was very impressed by them, and understood that they were there so that people could swim in the ponds at night.
I made my way up to where my camp was, and when I got there I discovered I was at the Ray B. West building (the English department) at Utah State University. I climbed some stairs until I was on the 3rd floor, then I went over to one of the windows that faced the Quad, and to my horror I saw a 20-foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex-like dinosaur causing mass mayhem. It was chasing students around, snapping at them, and shoving them with it's nose. At one point I was sure it was going to eat somebody, but then it just shoved him to the ground. I was scared, but rather puzzled why it wasn't eating anybody. Then I saw the baby dinosaur!! Another T-Rex-like monster, maybe 10 feet tall came into view and I realized the big one wasn't eating them, it was herding them so the baby could eat them!!
***
It was about then that I woke up. No actual blood or carnage, but still, somewhat unnerving.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Super Dream
*** Dreamt Sept 20-21, 2008 ***
I was superman. That's right, the cape-wearing, high-flying, man of steel. And I felt awful. I'd been doing a lot of thinking and had noticed that in my feats of daring-do that I'd actually created quite of bit of destruction throughout Metropolis. I was just trying to save the world, but as a side effect I'd actually caused some major problems for some people.
I flew down to this video store through which I'd recently thrown some super villain. I went in to apologize for the damage and to find out if there was anything I could do to help, but the guy went off on me. I'd actually caused so much damage that the guy couldn't pay for repairs and he'd ended up losing his business. I felt so bad.
I flew outside and rounded up some of my super buddies (spiderman and aqua man), and we decided that we were going to go around the city and try to repair anything that we'd accidentally damaged. At the top of my list was a sky scraper that I'd somehow knocked over. It was tilted considerably to one side, and was now leaning on another building. I flew over to it and started pushing it back upright. Spiderman, who was down on the ground, had attached several webs to the top of the building and was pulling to help give me some leverage....although I really doubt he was helping, I mean, c'mon, this is a BUILDING we're moving, and I was freakin' superman!
I got the building upright, and felt some sense of accomplishment. I looked down at Spidey, gave him a thumbs up and we headed of to find some more of our damage.
*** ***
This was a rather unusual dream for me, not so much because of the content of the dream, but the fact that I was somebody else. Often in my dreams I'm in situations that I've never actually (nor ever could be in)...I've been able to fly, I've been an olympian, I've been lots of stuff...but it's always been ME. In this dream I was superman; not me with the powers of superman...I was him. I'm not really sure why that stood out so much to me, but it was definitely something unusual for me to have a completely different identity in my dream.
Do you ever dream you're somebody completely else (not just you in bizarre/impossible circumstances)?
I was superman. That's right, the cape-wearing, high-flying, man of steel. And I felt awful. I'd been doing a lot of thinking and had noticed that in my feats of daring-do that I'd actually created quite of bit of destruction throughout Metropolis. I was just trying to save the world, but as a side effect I'd actually caused some major problems for some people.
I flew down to this video store through which I'd recently thrown some super villain. I went in to apologize for the damage and to find out if there was anything I could do to help, but the guy went off on me. I'd actually caused so much damage that the guy couldn't pay for repairs and he'd ended up losing his business. I felt so bad.I flew outside and rounded up some of my super buddies (spiderman and aqua man), and we decided that we were going to go around the city and try to repair anything that we'd accidentally damaged. At the top of my list was a sky scraper that I'd somehow knocked over. It was tilted considerably to one side, and was now leaning on another building. I flew over to it and started pushing it back upright. Spiderman, who was down on the ground, had attached several webs to the top of the building and was pulling to help give me some leverage....although I really doubt he was helping, I mean, c'mon, this is a BUILDING we're moving, and I was freakin' superman!
I got the building upright, and felt some sense of accomplishment. I looked down at Spidey, gave him a thumbs up and we headed of to find some more of our damage.
*** ***
This was a rather unusual dream for me, not so much because of the content of the dream, but the fact that I was somebody else. Often in my dreams I'm in situations that I've never actually (nor ever could be in)...I've been able to fly, I've been an olympian, I've been lots of stuff...but it's always been ME. In this dream I was superman; not me with the powers of superman...I was him. I'm not really sure why that stood out so much to me, but it was definitely something unusual for me to have a completely different identity in my dream.
Do you ever dream you're somebody completely else (not just you in bizarre/impossible circumstances)?
Monday, September 8, 2008
GarlickDance 2009: Silent Films
The script has been selected for next years GarlickDance film festival! And the winning script "writer" was me!! Ha!! Okay...the victory isn't nearly as impressive as it sounds, because I didn't really write anything (you'll notice I put "writer" in quotes). My movies tend to be very visual and action driven...and as such the real trick for me is figuring out how I can let the characters say the lines in the script without interfering with my action. So this year I had the idea to submit a script that was blank...basically a dialogue-less script, and it won! Crazy!! Here's what I submitted as my script:
"(This is a dialogue-less script. There is to be no speaking by characters, nor other means of delivering lines as has been used in prior GarlickDance films. As per GarlickDance festival rules, a narrative prologue/postlogue is allowed, but once the film "starts" there is to be no speaking, subtitled actions, or dialogue captions. As with all GarlickDance films, background music with lyrics is allowed so long as the lyrics are not used as a means of delivering lines.)"
Several people have, in past years, complained about being forced to follow the script...this gives those people a chance to have complete freedom as directors. Well...almost complete freedom. So that there will still be a common thread through all the films, it was decided that each film is required to contain: A Duck, A Flower, and A Cutting Tool. These can appear in the films as overtly or as subtly as the directors desire...they've just gotta be in there somewhere. The idea behind having these objects is that they're fairly random, although common enough that it shouldn't be TOO hard to stick them in the films. Traditionally a big part of the GarlickDance Film Festival has been seeing how each director chose to use the same lines in different ways...hopefully these required "objects" will provide a similar How-will-this-director-use-them kinda thing.
Anyway, I'm excited to start. I laid in bed for a good hour before I fell asleep last night, thinking of ideas for dialogue-less films...no real winners yet, but something will come I'm sure.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tribond: "The Olympics", "Baltimore", "Jodie Foster"
If your guess was 3 things featured in my dream Sunday night, then you get a point!!
*** Dreamt Aug 31-Sept 1, 2008 ***
I was in Logan at the huge new Olympic speed speed-skating venue with my parents. We had pretty amazing seats and were having a great time watching the skaters cruise around the rink as they strove to make it to the finals. As the night started to wind down, my parents started discussing whether they were going to go back to West Point or if they should just go to Baltimore, Maryland.
I asked what was in Baltimore, and my mom pulled out his huge genealogy poster she and my aunt had been working on. I didn't know how to read it, 'cuz it wasn't really a pedigree chart...more like a big table with names in the column and row headings, and smiley-face stickers in several of the squares. Apparently my mom had found some long-lost relatives that now lived in Maryland, so she wanted to go visit them.
As this discussion was happening, Jodie Foster showed up. She came and sat right next to me. She was very nice and was talking to EVERYBODY around us. I really wanted to take a picture to prove I'd seen her, but all I had was my cell phone camera and I was embarrassed to take of picture of her with it. So I set the phone on my lap like I was texting and kept trying to take stealthy pictures of her, but none of them turned out. Sorry. :(
*** ***
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
"Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit..."
*** Toned-Down on September 4, 2008 ***
Undoubtedly by publishing this I'm just opening up a can of worms, however, this is my soap box to the world, so I feel it necessary to vent.
My roommate Thad invented this game called "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit". In a devious act to back up the claims made in his game, he then wrote a wikipedia page about it, so that he could say he didn't invent it. In a stroke of pure genius he changed some of the rules on the wiki page from his own rules, so it appears that he plays a variation of the "original" version.
The basic idea is that if you can convey the phrase "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit..." to a person on the first day of the month before they have a chance to say it to you, you have successfully stolen their luck for the month.
You may be surprised to hear that Thad doing this to me doesn't annoy me...although I'm sure you won't be to learn that something else does!! "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit" is one of the bizarre little Thadisms that I've come to know in my tenure as one of his roommates. When he does it to me, it's almost endearing, 'cuz he's such a strange little fellow from time to time. When other people do it to me, however, it kind of makes me want to KILL PEOPLE.
When Thad 'Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit's me I think, "GAH!! He got me again!!" When other people do it to me I think, "This isn't my game!! What's wrong with you? You're supposed to get Thad!". When Thad gets me, I don't try to get my other roommates who aren't around...I warn them and advise them to get Thad before he can get them.
To be honest, what annoys me isn't the game or that others are using this Thadism against me...it's that they think that they "got me", that they somehow beat me to the punch and out-smarted me. The truth of the matter is that I couldn't care LESS about getting them. The only person I care to 'get' is the originator Thad
Now I'm sure I just offended several people, because several people did it to me this month whom I KNOW read my blog now and then...although ALL of them got me HOURS after Thad did, I might add, at which point I could have text messaged all of them and got them WAY before they "got me", but I don't WANT to get them!! GAAHHHHH!!!!!
Okay. I've said my peace. I'm sure that several readers of this will, out of spite, "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit" me next month. And once again I'll be incredibly annoyed and be forced to verbally abuse them to myself.
Undoubtedly by publishing this I'm just opening up a can of worms, however, this is my soap box to the world, so I feel it necessary to vent.
My roommate Thad invented this game called "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit". In a devious act to back up the claims made in his game, he then wrote a wikipedia page about it, so that he could say he didn't invent it. In a stroke of pure genius he changed some of the rules on the wiki page from his own rules, so it appears that he plays a variation of the "original" version.
The basic idea is that if you can convey the phrase "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit..." to a person on the first day of the month before they have a chance to say it to you, you have successfully stolen their luck for the month.
You may be surprised to hear that Thad doing this to me doesn't annoy me...although I'm sure you won't be to learn that something else does!! "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit" is one of the bizarre little Thadisms that I've come to know in my tenure as one of his roommates. When he does it to me, it's almost endearing, 'cuz he's such a strange little fellow from time to time. When other people do it to me, however, it kind of makes me want to KILL PEOPLE.
When Thad 'Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit's me I think, "GAH!! He got me again!!" When other people do it to me I think, "This isn't my game!! What's wrong with you? You're supposed to get Thad!". When Thad gets me, I don't try to get my other roommates who aren't around...I warn them and advise them to get Thad before he can get them.
To be honest, what annoys me isn't the game or that others are using this Thadism against me...it's that they think that they "got me", that they somehow beat me to the punch and out-smarted me. The truth of the matter is that I couldn't care LESS about getting them. The only person I care to 'get' is the originator Thad
Now I'm sure I just offended several people, because several people did it to me this month whom I KNOW read my blog now and then...although ALL of them got me HOURS after Thad did, I might add, at which point I could have text messaged all of them and got them WAY before they "got me", but I don't WANT to get them!! GAAHHHHH!!!!!Okay. I've said my peace. I'm sure that several readers of this will, out of spite, "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit" me next month. And once again I'll be incredibly annoyed and be forced to verbally abuse them to myself.
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