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Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011


With an amazing acuity that rarely happens to me, I managed to remember a dream when I woke up this morning.  Now, like most of us, I normally forget it but on the way into work, it came back to me. Even now as I type this, I remember it quite vividly.  Which is odd, considering that it has been 14 hours since I woke up.

The dream went like this, I am at a garage standing next to a large work table that slightly resembles those used on motorcycle shows like American Chopper or West Coast Choppers but bigger and wider.  Like for a car perhaps.  On this table is an over-sized milk crate that has an engine from a car in it.

The mechanic asks, "What's in the crate?"

"What?! You don't recognize the motor from an '83 Buick Regal?!" I quipped back.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"Oh, it's coming.  Can you do the job like I want?" I asked.

"It'll get done.  Don't worry about that." the mechanic reassured.  And with that, I left.


I have no clue what that means.


Sunday, February 7, 2010

Dream II

I dream.

Honestly, I do.

I'm not talking about daydreaming here, but those dreams you dream at night; before the cookie monster comes out of the closet.

Not to dismiss daydreams; they are all great and stuff, but not the topic at this moment.

The other night I had a dream and not one about equal rights or of genie but of zombies. Yes, I know a bit odd, but I can't help what I dreamed.

The dream started shortly after a zombie infection started to run rampant and the survivors had just fought off the first wave of zombies that came around with the normal means of disposing of the undead. You know, guns, blunt weapons, cars, fire or anything you can get your paws on to fend off the unrelenting brain eaters.

Somehow this sideshow of a dream ended up in a strip club, with people dressed in colored leather outfits and one particular fellow that wore a purple one that had long pig-tailed leather whips attached to the head piece.

Yes. Odd, to say the least.

I should also add that he sounded like Eddie Izzard.

Now I don't know what caused such a dream to manifest since I didn't see anything with zombies in it recently, nor have I partaken in any stripclubs with purple leather wearing Eddie Izzard sounding persons, nor did I watch an Eddie Izzard comedy special on the tele.

I don't really understand the dream, but I survived, and the purple leather fellow can do a mean clean up job with the head whips on a horde of zombies.

Before you ask; yes, I do dream in color and do hear sound in my dreams.

So be jealous.