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March 29, 2006
Early Morning Dreams
I woke up sometime before 6 a.m. and thought about getting out of bed. As it happens I would lay there another hour or so drifting in and out of sleep. During this time I dreamed:
I was dating a female author. We were on our first date, anyway. She was renting a 6000-square foot log cabin that was sort of isolated and in a very nice setting. She had a successful series of Harry Potter -like books. I didn't know any of this before the date started -- not until she showed me one of the books. In the book she showed me my name appeared as one of the characters, as a dedicated to, as something; if something like this happened in real life, I guess it would be kind of creepy. My name was glowing.
She was medium height for a woman and had brown hair. At one point she had her back to me and I remember thinking she had a nice looking back of the head.
I'm certain the nice-looking-back-of-the-head thing comes from seeing Teachers last night. The substitute had her back to the camera and I'd noticed her hair fell down her back the same way Vanessa Marcil's does in the opening scenes of Las Vegas -- which, I think, is a very nice look.
As for the creepy my-name-in-a-book thing ... there may be nothing to this, but, I did see about one minute of Misery last night. The part where James Caan kills Kathy Bates. Caan, coincidentally, is in Las Vegas.
At one point in the above dream I was tasked with starting my date's furnace. It had a really big crank on it like an old-time car (maybe this came from yesterday's Aunt Jane's Pickle Mobile photo). It was cranked in such a manner that the entire furnace was lifted off the floor. Fortunately the pilot lit on the first crank.
I woke up and considered hitting the floor. Instead I drifted off again.
In this dream I was some place with my buddy Darrell. We were eating cookies that his mom was serving us. They were probably oatmeal raisin as this is what I keep asking you people to send me (and some of you people are related to me and some of you see me on a regular basis and none of you bring me freakin' cookies. Just last night someone mentioned the Pickle Mobile they'd seen on the blog ... so I know you read this ... ahem).
Darrell's mom was serving us oatmeal raisin cookies. At one point she put the plate down and said, "This plate has eleven cookies on it."
Darrell and I laughed and Darrell said something like, "So if you've had ten cookies and you want something to push you over the edge, this plate has eleven." He was using a British voice.
It doesn't tell well, but in the dream it was very funny. This, of course, is a Spinal Tap reference and the dream might have been triggered by my appliance buying. Maybe it was triggered by my knowledge that James Caan co-wrote Lick My Love Pump. (He didn't, really.)
I woke up and drifted off one more time. There was one more bizarre dream ... but it has been lost. Hmmm. And I know I remembered it on the drive to work. Ahhh ... well ... I can still point to all of our servers and routers and tell the public (as applicable) and private IP addresses from memory. I suppose that's more important -- though totally uninteresting. One nine two dot one six eight dot ... see, you're already losing interest.
Posted by delmer at March 29, 2006 8:23 AM