Thursday, August 19, 2010

They're getting stranger and more detailed.

Astronauts. There are five of us using one space suit kinda Megazord style. One of us has created a super advance robot named Cubie. Cubie says something to us and someone questions how we can hear him, as there is no air and he doesn't have a com device. The robot explains it in a perfectly scientific manner and flies ahead to meet us at our destination. Someone (we weren't very distinct from each other) shouts after him, but he doesn't hear. We prepare to follow, but someone hits the wrong button.

We plummet to Earth and land on an island, miraculously unharmed. Our only hope is for Cubie to come save us, so we shout. And shout. And shout. When Cubie's creator shouts a few times and then stops, we fall silent. After spending a couple minutes resigning ourselves to life on a deserted island, we spot Cubie. His creator explains to him that he needs to carry (as opposed to swimming. Honestly.) us, one at a time, to our destination, apparently 40000 feet (about 7.6 miles) away. He carries me off last or close to last.

Cubie takes me to school (my elementary school, but apparently the school I currently attend), apparently out destination. I spot Will and ask him where Cubie dropped him off. He tells me that Cubie took him to my mother's house.

Walking down the art/music/PE hall in the school, with CatherineM and an inordinate amount of random unimportant students. She's in the middle of saying something and concludes with, "So if anyone asks about my English birthday, that's what happened." I smile and nod as though I have been listening.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Oodles of dreams

1. Dad inexplicably has a breakfast buffet in his kitchen, including pancakes, waffles, and way too frikken many doughnuts.

2. The day of an AP exam I took last year. Elaine and Antonio(I think...) are having lunch with me at my father's house (What is it with food and my dad's house? I don't starve at Mom's...). Antonio says everyone else is at a pizza place and we need to meet them there. I make sure we have time to get there and to the exam, then we drive towards the restaurant.

3. http://www.thefuckingweather.com/ predicts rain for the next three days.

4. (This one is...fun. Reflecting, I think I'm on the Lost island.) On a beach with Somebody. Find some hair. Take it to Jesse Spencer (Not a code name. Actual Jesse Spencer. Or, more probably, Dr. Chase.) to analyze for some reason. We are followed by a baby monkey. Jesse says that the monkey's mother will be looking for it.  It does, except that it is biologically impossible for it to have actually been the monkey's mother, as it is a leopard. For reasons unknown, we have to fight it off and keep it away. We succeed, but it keeps coming back with various other animal friends (like birds).

5. I have a black kitten and am playing with it in a bathroom at my mother's house.

6. (This took a little over three pages in my notebook.) I'm in Chicago with Emily. For some reason (Good lord, I use that phrase a lot. Ctrl+F it. It's on every page of entries at least once.), she is my mother (This one is even...more...fun...than the fourth one.). We're picked up by a man named "Peter" (I kid you not. There were quote marks. Not Peter. "Peter".).
"Peter" takes us to what seems to be his secret hideout, complete with retinal scanners. Inside and out, however, it looks entirely like an ordinary house (excepting the scanners). He wants me to describe my father to his counsel of retirees. I tell them he had gray hair. It was in an anime way, not in an elderly way, but they don't realize that. "Peter" decides that my father must have been one of the old men present (Phillip?). He has apparently already satisfied himself that my mother is a woman there named Valarie.   The counsel discusses how they are going to get me moved in with these two people, evidently forgetting or ignoring that Emily and I are still there.
I'm not happy with this. I ask Emily if it is okay for me to tell them and she says yes. I spend thirty seconds trying to get their attention, eventually succeed and inform them that they're mistaken, these people are not my parents.
"Peter" gets excited and mentions something about creating The Ode to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". I think Emily and I are expected to write it. He beatboxes the Battle Hymn for a couple bars, as this is apparently how he imagines our unwritten song. Basically a techno remix. Then he returns us to where he found us.
I'm driving Emily home on the highway (back in our mutual area of residence, not Chicago). She is answering questions and making clarifications because I frequently had trouble hearing "Peter".