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March 24, 2008
Asian Apples
Last night I had a dream in which I turned into a dinosaur of some sort, but just briefly. I was walking on a narrow path that had a canopy of greenery going over it so that it was like I was walking through a tunnel. Just a few steps down the path I encountered a brownish orange dinosaur that seemed sort or snakelike at first but that quickly became big-lizard like. I turned and ran, and as I ran I became brownish-orange and dinosaurish, but just for a second.
At the mouth of the path I took a quick left. There was a triple bunk bed there and hanging off the end of the bed was several strings of beads like you'd see separating rooms in movies involving hippies. I jumped and grabbed the beads and pulled myself to the top bunk.
The dinosaur who had been pursuing me had, at this point, disappeared and in its place were three young Asian girls. The lead Asian girl made it to the top of the bunk and sat down and showed me how to make Kung-Fu hands.
Also during the dream, and I think even before the dinosaurs appeared, I mentioned to someone that we'd moved from the Jurassic period to the Icelandic period.
Analysis:
Dinosaurs: The boys and I went to see Horton Hears a Who (young kids will like it — adults should take something to read) and during the previews saw the teaser for the new Ice Age movie. There was a part involving a serpent-like dinosaur that turned out to be the tail of a T-Rex (who I believe was orangish-brown).
Kung-Fu: There was also a teaser for the new Jackie Chan / Jet Li movie. Also, per the stereotype, all Asian people know some form of martial art.
Asian Girls: There is a show on G4 called something like Ninja that, I think, comes out of Japan. It's a game show in which contestants try to overcome odd obstacles and it's fun to watch. The most recent episode featured 100 women contestants. Most of them are in their 20's and very cute.
Last night we had dinner at an Asian Buffet (someone tried to pin me down on this and asked me if it was Chinese, Thai, Korean, etc. I don't know. The name of the place is Apple Buffet and I suspect you can get apples in just about all of those countries. They have General Tso's Chicken but I'm not sure that's a true indication of country. They also have dog. (No they don't, but if they did I'd try it)).
As we left the restaurant I noticed a large calendar with a young Asian gal on it. The calendar was from some sort of Asian food supply place that is located in Louisville and I couldn't help but think that Louisville is one of the last places I'd expect to find an Asian-food supply place. I know a Chinese gentleman whose last name is "Lu" and while Louisville may be named for one of his ancestors who explored and helped settle the briar-hopper region of the country, I think it is unlikely.
Jurassic: At dinner last night one of my kids commented that granny grew up during the Jurassic period.
Icelandic: You know, if you move far enough north into Canada, the government actually pays you to live there… or so goes the line from Drillbit Taylor (another movie we saw and more to my liking). I think Minnesota actually used to give land away to people willing to move to particular parts of that state (I don't know why I think that). Haydn thinks if you move far enough north in Sweden that land is free too. All of these cold-land themes came up this weekend … Iceland sounds very cold (though I believe naming Iceland thusly was some sort of Viking disinformation campaign).
Triple Bunk Bed: We had one in our dorm room, Freshman year in college.
Why I turned into a dinosaur: Like I said, I made the dinosaur transition just briefly. And it wasn't snapping-your-finger fast — I gradually, though rapidly, turned into a dinosaur and then back. Much like an alien did on the episode of Star Trek: Voyager I watched Friday night.
Posted by delmer at March 24, 2008 2:41 PM
Comments
You came up with very good reasons (or should we say rationalizations?) for your dreams. I usually can't find a connection...other than I ate something shortly before going to bed...especially spicy food.
With regard to Iceland...a local blogger just returned from Iceland and chronicled her trip in her blog...just in case you might be interested. You know, since you brought it up and all.
http://inmate1972.wordpress.com/category/iceland/
Posted by: Emma at March 24, 2008 3:41 PM
(No they don't, but if they did I'd try it)).
That doesn't surprise me.
You eat sardines, which you have described in detail to me, are little fishes with their heads cut off.
You might want to consider trying to get on Fear Factor. I bet you'd do well.
~ZZ
Posted by: Greeneyezz at March 24, 2008 4:01 PM
Emma: Thanks for the link. Iceland, in those photos, resembles Central Ohio this past month.
Greeneyezz: I can't eat bugs. At least not on purpose -- once in a while I'll swallow something that makes its way into my mouth while I'm cycling.
Posted by: delmer at March 24, 2008 4:10 PM
okay.. i'll accept those explanations, possibly as literal. However, why did you garner those particular experiences and process them?
Posted by: at March 24, 2008 4:32 PM
That I can't explain.
Posted by: delmer at March 24, 2008 4:51 PM