last night…

I think if I was growing up in this day and age, I would have been diagnosed with so many deficiencies. Attention Deficit Disorder, Bipolar, Depression, all of the above. I would be so overdosed on drugs I probably would have gone through life like a zombie. Not that I’m not doing that now without the help of drugs.

How is it possible that the body can produce so many tears? Does it ever dry up? I don’t think anyone has ever cried so much in their life.

The saddest part about this is that every time I cry, all I can hear is the Cymbalta commercial playing in my head.

This is one of those dreams when you’re running so much in the dream that you wake up tired.

We were taking a field trip. A walking field trip. I recognized some people from high school but my brother was there too. We walked through this Chinese-looking promenade that had a bazaar laden with old treasures and icons. It sort of reminded me of the bazaars in Istanbul.

We turned into a suburban neighborhood then passed through what seemed like a national park Nd arrived at our destination for I have no idea what kind of performance it was. There were a lot of people there and we had to sit through the entire show. The minute we sat down a couple of us already started complaining about not wanting to be there. About 5 minutes into this, I decided I was going to ditch, and I had to do it stealthily because the teacher somehow knew our intent and was all eyes on us. I excused myself to get a drink from the kitchen nearby and slowly made my way towards the screen door. As soon as I was out of sight I told my brother to gun it and we both started running.

From this point on it felt more like we were prisoners escaping than students ditching. We passed through the national park again, but it was getting dark and we found somewhere to sleep by pretending we were supposed to be there. Though it only took us one day to make the field trip, it seemed like three days to get back because we had to stop along the way And find somewhere to sleep every time. The second place was a little more difficult to fit in because we encountered a group of boys who were more like bullies than anything. I had to kick someone’s ass before we were able to go to bed. The last place was at a private home, yeah I’m not even sure how we got in in the first place. All I remember is waking up and waiting for the wife to leave the room so we could make our escape. As soon as she did, I woke my brother up and we made our way downstairs. The front door was in sight and I crossed the living room without being detected. Seemed like no one was home. My brother followed me but didn’t watch the door as it closed loudly behind us. I turned around and for a second there was nothing but silence. We both took off running just in case and as we were exiting the suburban neighborhood we ran into some of my friends who had decided to ditch as well. We all took off sprinting as if people were chasing us and I could see the promenade that we first passed on our way to the performance and yelled “that way!! Turn left!!!” we ran through the promenade and had to stop at an intersection in the city.

I’m not sure if I woke ip at this point or had another dream afterward. But I probably had to “sleep” in my dream because I woke up so many times in the middle of the night.

And of course while typing this on my iPhone on the way to work this morning I missed my stop and went to the National Airport. I should just buy a ticket and go somewhere.

I was at this girl’s birthday party (I think it was a birthday party). There were a ton of people there, and she was horribly drunk so I was “taking care” of her…but not really because she seemed pretty sober to me. Anyways, we were in a room, chillin with two of her guy friends there. One of them apparently graduated from Rose in 2003, okay yeah he was hot and I was jonesin for him. He had this familiar face, which I saw instantly, but after that I couldn’t remember what he looked like. And all of a sudden, he inhabited Wunder’s body. Like, it was Wunder in front of me, but it was still that other guy… really strange. So we were at his parent’s house, which was near a beach, and I guess we were scuba diving or something. But I didn’t have my open water certification and i was making a fuss out of it. But we went swimming anyways, and at one point, I could breathe underwater, but it was so counterintuitive that I started to panic and made my way to the surface to get air (even though I would have been fine living in the ocean).

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.