last night…

My family and I were leaving a restaurant after dinner, and I think my the rest of my extended family were there too, along with some rando stragglers. At one point whiel walking down the street, I started to lean on Karl and he said to me, You shouldn’t be leaning on me like that, we can’t let people see us. And I told hi that I was tired and couldn’t stand on my own. And later on we were holding hands and Ori said, “Are you guys best buddies now?” We went into a designer store, though I can’t remember which one, just walking around looking. And then we were on a train going to the next destination for our trip (not even sure which country we were in). But we arrived at this huge, old complex, looked pretty European, but it was remodeled and reminded me of those city hotels in Vegas. There was a boy who I wandered around with and we went to this group on the second floor. We didn’t something, or he tried to do something, and they ended up killing him, they just threw him over the ledge and I guess he fell to his death. I was completely upset by this and just started running away back to the train, crying the whole way. And then I found myself at home (in cali) sleeping. I woke up and was brushing my teeth, and all of a sudden Karl barges into the bathroom (I guess they lived next door?) and starts accusing me of taking something that belonged to him–I think it was an action figure or some figurine. I kept telling him that I didn’t have it and he insisted on searching the entire house just to make sure. Fine! I told him, search all you want, but you won’t find anything because I didn’t take anything. Ori comes in later and asks me why I’m up so early in the morning and I told him I always got up this early because I have to go to work, which made me wonder why they were up so early in the morning. (But later on I realized that it was Sunday, and not Monday.) Karl and Ori disappear while I’m still getting dressed for work, but then I see them through the front window that they’re carrying plates and bags of food, Maybe they went and got breakfast, I thought. Although I opened the door for Karl, and I was still pissed off that he chewed me out for nothing.

I’m not even sure where my dream started. I think I was at school, or a camp, and I was getting ready to go home. Jennifer, my one girl friend from high school, was there, along with some other high school friends. But I was leaving and Karl came to pick me up and take me home. And then I was at home, at my parent’s house in Cali, with my brother, and my brother wasn’t autistic, he was normal. We were trying to get to the airport at night to catch a plane to…who knows where. And he told me to take 280 south, but when I got onto the ramp to 85 south, I think we were stopped. No–wait, the on ramp, was like these ledges and I missed the ramp and fell off to the edge (think driving Warthog in Halo). We were stopped by some official, but when he wasn’t looking, we got back into the car and just started driving. I think we made it to our final destination…but now I was with a new set of people who were trying to help me escape from the…bad guys? It was a ton of my high school guy friends who were trying to help me and some other people escape. Once we were outside, another enemy started attacking us. I was with some guy, no first, there was this huge circular, mechanical, ball, sort of like the one in The Incredibles. And we were all fighting it, me and a bunch of other people. Well, I think at first, these “other people” were attacking me and my group, but then this other enemy came along and we were all trying to take that thing out. I picked up a rifle and started shooting and the huge thing. And then everything went tactical, like I was playing Halo. I even remember the map sort of being like one of the new Heroic maps, rat’s nest? It’s the one where you basically just run in circles. Anyways, I finally managed to destroy the machine–oh it was like the scarab in Halo 3, but circular like the machine in The Incredibles–and I was going to collect my stuff, and I was looking for my iPHone cuz I had put it down before I started fighting. And that was it.

I start dreaming about home since I think I’m homesick. I’m hanging out with this girl in DC and I think were looking for lunch. We take the metro but we see that the approaching train is on fire and it explodes. We run to the street and Kiefer calls me, or I call Kiefer. I tell him that I have to call 9-1-1 and he gives me this dubious “ok” like I’m crazy or something. Since the orange line was on fire, we decided to eat in the area. I think we ended up going to a Friday’s or something. There was also a guy with us, but I don’t remember who he was; apparently I knew him, but he was also there when the train exploded and was in the midst of calling 9-1-1 as well then I was on the phone with Kiefer. Later on I’m at work the day after Christmas and someone gets fired at work by my functional manager. Buy before all this I think I’m at an amusement park and there’s also a beach involved, though I’m not sure what I’m doing at either places. It seems as though there were three distinct dreams yet they all ran together into one long one.

I don’t even remember if I had a dream before my phone rang at 12:30 last night, but afterwards, the person who called me was in my dream. I’ve never seen this person, I’ve just talked to him, but in my dream was tall, slender, had that gelled blond hair look, almost too 90’s. Not bad looking. And of course, we proceeded to have sex. We were at my parent’s house in Cali and my mom was doing some uber decorating like I’ve never seen before. She just kept saying, “I need to decorate, I need to decorate,” and it made no sense because she never does anything like that, and I started to think it was for some contest. Well I don’t think anyone knew I had a friend over, and I was trying to hide him from view and it seemed to work because nobody noticed him standing there in plain sight. So i went to take a shower.

Another part of my dream consisted of me walking from my uncle’s house towards my house along Stelling Road. I was just walking along the street and some friends I knew from high school was saying shit to me, but I ignored them and kept walking.

I’ve had some pretty good dreams lately, but due to my halo distraction, I have been really negligent in typing them up immediately. Shame on me. I’ll definitely make it a point this week to record my dreams before I go on vacation again.

I was sleeping in my bed in my apartment when my co-worker Carl woke me up. I was really dazed and couldn’t figure out what he was doing there. I went to the kitchen where he was standing and I had no furniture in the living room–it looked like I had just moved in. He was cleaning the kitchen counter top and I went over to talk to him. I don’t really remember what we talked about, but we just had a conversation while he scrubbed the counter.

There’s more to this dream, but I don’t remember what happened.

I was on my way to a football game, the Redskins in specific playing against -?-. It was an ordeal to get to the game. I started out in Cupertino with my old childhood friend David. I was carrying two binders, apparently work related, but I didn’t realize we’d be walking to the damn game and I had to carry these the whole time. At some point near the stadium, I ditched the binders and I was with some high school friends. Strangely enough my cousin and his wife was there and he was trying to bring up the blog and Egypt thing…long story…subconscious mind working. Anyways, turns out it’s not a football game, but a baseball game? We were seated in what looked like a damn shack, well, a large enclosed area, but at least it had a roof because it was really cold outside and raining. The game ended without anything even happening, and we entered the real part of the stadium (I guess our seats were so crappy we had to sit on the outskirts). And this is where everything goes to shit. Yeah, I’m pretty much playing Halo without any real weapons. It was so bad because at one point, my teammates, we were red, they even had the spartan outfit on, I was literally playing with 7 other Master Chiefs. Anyways, I remember getting an assault rifle even though I wanted a battle rifle, which my high school friend Amy traded with me. It wasn’t even really an assault rifle, more like a modified weapon you would make if you ever got marauded on a deserted island. I don’t even think it had ammo. And I was trying to throw grenades, but I was using fruit for grenades. Of course I tried shooting people but as I said earlier, no ammo. Well I was running around the compound and jumping off ledges and all that good stuff and I went through a corridor that led out of the stadium. But there was a guard standing out there and he was acting as if nothing was going on inside and he wanted some food. I guess we were trying to escape the stadium because all hell had broken loose and this guy wants food! Well, okay I got back into the kitchen and I grab some tacos and stuff for the three guards out there. And that was it.

I’m not paying as much attention in my dreams as I used to. Maybe I’m not getting enough sleep anymore either.

My mom, brother and I were on a boat in a river, but the landscape was rather dry. We were with other people, kinda reminiscent of our felucca ride in Egypt. I’m not sure what the point of that part of dream was, but we were in a secure building afterwards with tons of secret service guys protecting my brother. There was some issue as to how to secure the next event and make sure bad guys didn’t attack and I got upset about the way one of the security guards was “handling” my brother. So I chewed him out and told them how things should operate, and they listened, amazingly. I like giving orders. Anyways, the next thing that happens is we’re outside in this lawn area and there’s a huge trampoline and everyone is taking turns jumping on it. I finally get on there and do some flips and what not, and afterwards I go into my cousin’s house (but it wasn’t really his house, it looked like a cottage). And then afterwards we were packing into the car to go home and a punch of … i can’t remember if they were kittens or puppies were trying to follow us into the car.

I definitely need to go to bed earlier.

Pat and I were at his apartment. We got into his car to go somewhere, although I can’t remember where or what we were doing. We drove downhill and I think arrived at a beach. This somehow became me snorkeling in the ocean at night. Actually, there were a ton of people in the water as well. We weren’t very deep or far from the shore. If I stood on the bottom the water just covered my height. I think I was taking pictures of the fishees too with my nifty underwater camera. The beach is actually very beautiful, reminds me of Cancun with it s fine grained white sands and crystal clear waters. When I resurfaced it was daytime and our hotel room was no more than 30 feet away. Actually it was more like a villa, drawn from my memory of Le Meridien in Dahab. There were two large bathrooms next to a living room that also included a stove. The other side of the villa had more large, plush couches–in fact there were couches everywhere except in the bedrooms. I’m not sure where my brother or dad slept, but my mom was in the room next to mine. I got up to go to the bathroom, and my mom warned me against using the two large bathrooms next to the living room because there was a spider in there. I didn’t believe her but when I looked again, there were two butterflies in a spider web in the house plant at the entrance of the bathrooms and I saw the large spider ready to cocoon the Monarch butterfly. But the spider started coming towards me and I couldn’t get away from it (it was a big, thick nasty spider, as big as a golf ball!). I was so startled that I woke up from my dream with five minutes to spare before my alarm went off.