Monthly Archives: April 2013

Inceptrix

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I finally remember a dream for the first time in what seems like forever, but sadly I don’t remember much more than the construct. Not sure if I am using the term “Construct” correctly (I refuse to look it up) but I am using it to describe what the premise of the dream was — the framework. The over all plot will forever be lost to the ether.

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Firstly I got exhausted last night, like INCREDIBLY exhausted  I haven’t been sleeping for a few days and it just all came to a head last night. Basically around 1 AM I was STILL watching an Angels game, and by the end of it I was passing out unwillingly. Maybe being beyond exhausted is something that helps me remember my dreams? Who the fuck knows, one day I will ask a doctor that actually knows things about dreams and REM state and science shit.

OK, the construct of my this dream was simple, wait — maybe it isn’t. Ummmmmm Ok let’s try it this way, ON the first level I am human, I exist — this is the level that we exist in right now, you know, reality. FOLLOW ME?! Ok so fejiPRIME is sleeping comfortably in his bed and as always I know I am dreaming. What am I dreaming of? WELL in my dream I am dreaming of me DREAMING — literally the first stages of this dream are me like brushing my teeth and shit (vaguely funny since fejiPRIME didn’t brush his teeth last night thanks to just passing out from extreme fatigue, or extrigue) and then tucking himself into a shoddily made bed. After a few moments of tossing and turning our young hero falls asleep.

BAM he starts dreaming about being this guy — let’s assume it is Gerard Butler but I don’t remember — and this guy is going around just being awesome. Wow I kinda just made this sound like Gamer a bit. ANYWAYS I don’t really remember much of what happened, but I remember it was a comedic and action oriented dream. So think of whatever Comedy/Action movie you want and put Gerard Butler in it and that will basically put you on the same page as this dream within a dream. BUT fejiPRIME’s final act of his dream was that the dreamer and Gerard Butler end up in the same time and space (NO THEY DON’T FUCK, though I wouldn’t be opposed) and it turns into a Buddy Action/Comedy much akin to anything Shane Black (most specifically Kiss Kiss Bang Bang one of my all time favorite movies).

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So there you go. A dream within a dream wherein those two dreams collide into one time and space. I assume it will be very homoerotic. And there was a happy ending by all but the bad guys! YAY!

wait — I just said “happy ending had by all” and “homoerotic” in the same thought. Whatever, there is no way I can get around the inevitable sex between the dream version of myself and Gerard Butler. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? 

 

 

PS: Second time I have used a play on INCEPTION as a title.

I’M STUCK IN BOSTON!

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First Church of Christ Scientist Downtown Boston Massachusetts

Last night’s dream was so topical! And also had an entertaining call back to a previous dream I had only ONE TIME!? Who has dreams that make call backs to ONE DREAM from many years ago? So strange — ANYWAYS — I was in Boston, cause apparently I had decided to fly there on a Thursday instead of go to sleep and prepare to go to work the next day, and because of the events I couldn’t leave (no mention of why I was able to fly in, but can’t fly out). I wasn’t just in Boston either! I was in the middle of everything in Watertown and for some unknown reason I was with a cross section of classmates from my ENTIRE LIFE. Seriously, kids from my private school days, my junior high days, my high school days in both Villa Park, CA and Strathmore, Alberta – though surprisingly no one from Red Deer College. No explanation was given on why we were all together.

So this weird “This is your SCHOOL LIFE” field trip that I went on was the exact same field trip that I had went on in a dream a LONG time ago with my classmates from my private Lutheran grade school to go see this crazy old Lutheran church in Boston. When we were being protected by a MASS of SWAT members and military snipers they had to quickly move us from time to time and eventually we ended up in this cemetery which i recognized – I REMEMBER THINKING “shit, I already dreamed this fucking cemetery – and i turned to the representative of my Grade School classmates and asked her “Hey,  isn’t this the same church we came to before in fifth grade?” and she concurred, and I was thinking WHAT A COINKY DINK! But in my deeper brain I remember thinking “This is the best you can do dream brain? we are recycling sets now?”

The few interesting moments from the dream was me calling fejidad to tell him that “I probably won’t be making it to work tomorrow.” Which of course just spawned a conversation that gave my dream brain and my real brain head aches — though my real brain was screaming “REALLY DREAM BRAIN!? I can’t even have a sleep without having to deal with these conversations!?” — Another moment was me not paying attention but then quickly turning around to see a sniper trip, fall and fire his rifle directly at me, luckily I wasn’t shot, and STRANGELY no one else noticed that this sniper just tripped and fell firing his rifle, no one. And the final interesting dream bullet point was the fact that while in the cemetery we all started smoking a joint – AND NO ONE CARED! They were like “Well, these kids could be shot at any moment, might as well let them be high.” PS I don’t even smoke weed.

And then I woke up to MSNBC being on news coverage of exactly what I was dreaming about, well aside from the weed.

DREAM WELL!

Get Glue… My favorite “Community” ever!

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get glue

Some of you may know that I love the community “Get Glue” cause it is a great place to just go and read people’s comments good or bad. Sure it is like “Foursquare for Media” but really it is like review vomit for all things. It is just a small portion of twitter that is laser focused onto one particular subject. Here is a particular conversation I had with someone over the tv show “Community” that started with me saying that I wish someone would Old Yeller the show — Well you can do the rest.

ps. some pictures overlap in content, and I apologize for that.

pps. the best thing is that this girl is probably half my age and I’m debating her. YAY INTERNET!

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That was enjoyable… right?!

Games and Contests

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Sadly the dream from last night didn’t remain fresh in my head. But a recurring theme in my dreams is contests, massive contests akin to The Hunger Games, The Running Man, or even Rat Race. Last nights dream was no different, but sadly I can only remember bits and pieces – mostly running, killing, and planning with allies. I normally don’t win these contests without great loss to myself and to the ones I care about. It is recurring in my dreams that I have to lose almost everything to accomplish anything – just wait till I get to a Hitler dream.

Supermarket sex and Ari Gold?

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For some reason we were partying in a Supermarket, not entirely sure why. As the night wore on I ended up having sex with the girl I was with near or behind the deli counter? Seems dangerous to do anything like that so close to a deli slicer. Wait, actually let me take back the time of day, it was afternoon sometime actually because I remember being told that my ex-girlfriend was outside and when I looked, it was bright. So apparently in this universe mid afternoon parties are normal in supermarkets. Honestly I think this would make supermarkets better, though debate-ably significantly less sanitary. No “clean up on aisle 4” jokes will be made here for the sake of not being that guy that makes super obvious jokes – I fucking hate those guys, unless they are doing them ironically, but then I probably hate those guys for completely different reasons.

As that party concluded I ended up meating errrrr MEETING (sorry for the deli counter joke) with a group of friends and heading to a mansion. Turns out at the mansion I’m meeting with Jeremy Piven and I don’t know if he is suppose to be Ari Gold or just Jeremy but either way he is a giant prick. BUT Jerari and I peel off the main party and go smoke cigars in this MASSIVE library with an amount of chairs/couches that would have taken a third world nation years to build and book shelves so high that you’d suspect that God would strike them down spreading everyone responsible for their construction to the far reaches of the globe cursed to speak different languages out of fear they would collaborate on such a project again.

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The meeting with Jerari turns out to be more or less him telling me who is hot at the party and who he plans to fuck, and during this entire process I am enjoying my cigar trying to steer the conversation in the direction that I thought the meeting was intended to be about. Sadly now that intended topic has eluded me and will forever be lost in the R.E.M. ether, but I do remember that the end of the dream had him beating the shit out of some guy – I remember vividly Jerari standing over the guy with his tie swinging back and forth thanks to the power in which he was kicking this guy and one of the lenses on Jerari’s glasses ended up broken in the scuffle. He stood in victory over the person with the appearance of a pirate that shops at Barney’s and I slinked away.

And with that I either woke up, or just don’t remember anymore.

This is the first entry into my dream journal. Some will be more detailed than others, some won’t, but overall it will be an interesting experiment.