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Talk about a buzzkill

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Ain’t nothing like waking up to the sounds of your parents fighting.  I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never too old to not be bothered by this kind of bullshit.

Man, and I was having a hilariously nerdy Family Guy dream.  Peter Griffin was picking lottery numbers, and wanted to cheat and create his own lottery balls rigged to have his pick of numbers.  When Joe and Bonnie appeared in the dream, it turned disturbingly sexual, when Bonnie exclaimed that her ass could create the numbered balls.  After the initial sexual innuendos and double and triple entendres, it ended with an awkward silence, and then Joe saying “no seriously, Peter.  Stick the balls up Bonnie’s butt.”  After Peter resisted, Joe did his usual flip out of “STICK THE BALLS UP BONNIE’S ASS!!!”

Only having one ping pong ball, Peter proceeded to stick it up Bonnie’s ass.  After some awkward noises, Bonnie popped the ball back out.  Printed on the ball was “116.”  And then Peter right clicked the ball and clicked on view source.  It was all ASP.  And for some reason, it required 22 lines of code to print the number 116 onto a ping pong ball.  Joe, Peter, and I laughed, Bonnie facepalmed with her typical Jennifer Tilly voice, and Peter said “betcha can’t wait to do THAT six more times, Bonnie!”

Laughs ensued.  And then I woke up.  5 cents or 5 dollars.  Either way, this trip is already not worth it.

The ironic musical episode

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Typically, most prime-time dramas ultimately get to a point where they have a musical episode.  House, M.D., and Nip / Tuck come to mind as series that have, in later seasons featured at least one episode where there are song and dance scores.  Such episodes are the oddest ones, because typically song and dance have positive connotations, and we’re expected to be excited, entertained, and made happy by seeing such boisterous activity.  But in drama shows like the ones mentioned, the musical episodes’ routines always go the way of ironic.  They’re still visually and sometimes audibly entertaining, but the subject matter in which they’re performing to, is usually either hinted through cryptic undertones, or blatantly, negative.  Cuddy has cancer and is going to die.  Christian Troy might have the HIV and could die.  Julia’s child is going to be born with a physical defect.  Etc, etc.

Last night, I had a dream, that was the ironic musical episode of dreams.  It’s amazing how a dream can feel like it takes place in an eternity, but when trying to re-tell it to yourself, it only takes seconds.  Yet the impact of such a dream has me feeling miserable, and honestly was capable of altering my entire evening.

It’s not so much that there was a lot of song, but there was certainly music.  How it went, I have no idea, but it was something to where there was dancing to be performed to it.  And it wasn’t people doing it, but animals.  Lots of animals.  Domestic pets, dogs and cats.  Amidst these animals were animals that were somehow familiar to me, but I couldn’t tell you which ones they were to save my life, save for one.  In unison, on their hind legs, awkwardly balanced, they danced, in an entertaining, YouTube-million-hits-like way.  Within my dream, I couldn’t shake this apprehensive feeling, as if I were aware that I were in the ironic musical, and that something bad was going to happen.

The next thing I know, I hear “just the canines,” and before I know it, it’s only the dogs left on stage, continuing to dance.  Wobbly legged, moving around on stage.  Suddenly, the voice calls out for “the old ones” and suddenly, it’s the Nik up on stage, by himself.  With his last ounces of energy, he tippy-toes around the stage, trying his hardest to keep balance, and do a spin.  It’s clear he wants to do it one more time, but he just can’t.  Age has caught up to him, in spite of his efforts, and the rest was just a blur, but I knew that he was gone.  This was a song and dance for his passing, that I’d rather have never seen.

I woke up at 3 in the morning, quietly, and not to like any ridiculous cold sweats.  I just opened my eyes, glanced at the alarm console on the wall, and then the clock.  I had never wanted to cry more than that moment in my entire life, or so it feels like.

Typically, Wednesdays are trivia nights.  When recollection of the dream came back to me earlier today, I decided to forgo trivia, and come straight home and sit around with the Nik instead.  Reality dictates that the Nik won’t live forever, and when the fateful day comes, if this is any indication, I’m going to be a fucking trainwreck for weeks.

The dream where nobody has any names

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Everybody except for me thought he was 100% definitively dead.

Had he fallen backwards down the 62 stories into the street, then maybe I could, but something about the fact that after a few moments of startled stumbling, he actually managed to turn into the fall, and essentially dive off the edge of the building down 62 stories to his supposed demise.  It seems to be that I was the only person who took note of such a reaction, and such is the result of me thinking that perhaps, as unlikely as it may be, that he’s really not dead.

It doesn’t really matter right now though, because for now, at least, maybe forever; he’s out of the picture.  And with him out of the picture, it means she’s available.

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Dream street

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One good thing about having moving my base of brogging operations to WordPress is the simplicity in which I can jot down some thoughts and words at pretty much the drop of a hat, or whenever I can get on the intertubes.  That being said, I’m not the type that really remembers dreams too often, and whenever I do, I’d like to say I’d make a conscious effort to get them down in writing.  Sometimes, something comes out of simply trying to describe them, other times, it’s just reminders of the good that occasionally stems from the subconscious.

Anyway, last night’s dreams were naturally, all over the place.  Aside from the grin-worthy parts that involve two different chicks I’ve crushed over, in non-sequential order, the most vivid part of my dreams was simply a part where I was riding in a car with three other people.  Three of us were groggy and constantly dozing off while we were on our way to our destination, which I believe was geek trivia night.

Upon snapping out of my most recent daze, I become apologetic to the driver, who has become quite agitated at the notion that he was the only one awake, being the one saddled with the responsibility of driving.  I explain and make a vain attempt to wake everyone up, to be considerate, but suddenly, there are cars randomly stopped and scattered in the roads.  Some swerving and dodging is necessary at the moment, and I can’t really believe my eyes . It’s what I’ve seen hundreds of times in zombie and post-apocalyptic films, but here it is, right in front of me.

And that’s when I see the first bodies.  At first, I don’t believe it; it’s dark, and it couldn’t have been a real corpse.  But then we pass more cars, and then there are more bodies.  Swerving, and dodging more cars.  The further we go into this mess of chaos, the bodies increase, and it’s no longer in question of if it was a body, but now of what the fuck is going on?  Carefully we drive through the graveyard of cars and people, not really thinking once that maybe we should turn around.  The answer to my visual nightmares are never answered.

Because the next thing I know, I’m walking into my own bedroom, and there’s a girl I’ve been waiting to see, waiting for me.  Cue the soft Latin beat that typically plays in the background of the Dos Equis commercials.

Minivans and déjà vu

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A few nights ago, I had a bad dream which involved me rear-ending a minivan.  I awoke in the middle of the night as a result, because the grief of getting into a car accident and the resulting fallout stressed me to the point of waking up.  The situation was simple – I was behind some woman who couldn’t drive (big surprise), and in my frustration, I was following her a little closer than I normally would follow a person.  We turned right onto a road that was going downhill, and then suddenly the woman slams her brakes, and I’m too late myself, and I end up plowing right into her car.

Usually when a dream like this, that involves car accidents occur, I tend to get extra paranoid that I need to be especially careful when driving around, because it could be a sign of some sort.

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And crazy dreams too

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It’s like now I have an outlet to describe wacky dreams I have, which in itself is a little odd, since I thought I had the tendency to forget my dreams upon waking up.

But after asserting my dominance over RE5: Desperate Escape some more, last night, I had a bizarre dream.  Now the details have gotten a little blurry since waking up, having my cereal, and making my coffee, while I was debating on whether or not to potentially bore others with this dream state drivel, but I vividly remember gorgeous night skies, and attempting to take pictures with them on my point-and-shoot camera, and seeing them actually come out beautifully, but then it got weirder when I went to a friend’s house when it was warm and nice outside, and when I was about to leave, it was beginning to snow outside.  For some reason, I washed my hair with a garden hose before coming back inside, where I ran into a house-sitting Wayne Newton, who was angrily asking who I was, and what I was doing there.  Once we were all hunky-dory friends, apparently I woke up a red cobra when I picked up the hose.  Wayne Newton nonchalantly explained that yeah, they were around here, and began agitating it with a car’s antenna.  And then the cobra lunged at me, and that’s when I woke up to one of those intense, startled body jerks, and here I sit now.