We were in Disneyworld. Matt, my mother, Miranda and I.
We were riding one of the Splash Mountain logs. Matt was really, really hoping that he'd hear the "Brear Bear and Brear Fox are causing a commotion downstream" announcement. But he didn't. They weren't playing it.
To try and make it happen, though, he started misbehaving. He threw his hat off the ride and started standing in the log. Soon enough, an announcement came over the loudspeakers:
"Sir, please sit down."
"I want you to play that announcement."
"We're not going to."
"What if I get off the ride?"
"You can exit through that door over there."
"Fine!"
Matt (and Scott--where did he come from? Because he wasn't on the ride to begin with!) got off the ride and stomped off through a door on the side.
My mother commented that Matt was impatient. I agreed.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Thursday, July 31st
A dream with multiple parts:
1. Mike Saxvik was suing me because I had insulted Matt Voorhees with a joke I had made about a toy robot I owned. I couldn't believe he would take me so seriously--he knew I joked often--but he was clearly and obviously upset by my joke. Matt didn't seem to mind as much. As a matter of fact he liked the robot and liked playing with it.
Mike couldn't even talk with me, he was so upset.
2. Zach and I, discussing the law suit drove into a coffee shop. It wasn't an accident, though. A lot of cars were parked inside the shop. We actually drove in through the door.
3. Zach and I traveled to Costa Rica. Mercedes prepared salad for breakfast and we laughed at the table. I had to go to work (or high school?) and Zach was just going to stay home. He wanted to be informed, though, and was reading the newspaper.
I had a little device that played videos on a screen. Miranda, Zach and I watched a video of a very funny opera by Bach. People were dancing around the stage wearing strange masks. The music was excellent.
Zach told me that he'd be spending a long weekend in New Zealand. I told him that we only had one weekend in Costa Rica--"how can you spend the one weekend we have here in New Zealand?"
He said his friend over there had invited him. He then turned on the radio and danced an Irish jig. Lots of people joined him in the dancing as I stood by and watched. He would run through a couple of steps and then stop and point at someone with both hands in the gun pose. People laughed and copied that.
I sat on the side, watched, and wished I could be as good a dancer.
3. I went to Disneyworld with my cousin Stephanie, my sister Marcelle, and my cousin Fernando. There, we ran into my aunt Carmen and my uncle Manuel. Something was off--maybe the way they were dressed? They pointed to a group eating at a nearby table and I understood: they were in the past. I was there, my mom was there, my cousins were there--we were all there, but in the past. Our past selves could not see our present selves. I was a young boy, my one cousin was still a baby in her mother's arms.
Then I understood: everything happens at the same time. There is not past or present. It all exists together.
1. Mike Saxvik was suing me because I had insulted Matt Voorhees with a joke I had made about a toy robot I owned. I couldn't believe he would take me so seriously--he knew I joked often--but he was clearly and obviously upset by my joke. Matt didn't seem to mind as much. As a matter of fact he liked the robot and liked playing with it.
Mike couldn't even talk with me, he was so upset.
2. Zach and I, discussing the law suit drove into a coffee shop. It wasn't an accident, though. A lot of cars were parked inside the shop. We actually drove in through the door.
3. Zach and I traveled to Costa Rica. Mercedes prepared salad for breakfast and we laughed at the table. I had to go to work (or high school?) and Zach was just going to stay home. He wanted to be informed, though, and was reading the newspaper.
I had a little device that played videos on a screen. Miranda, Zach and I watched a video of a very funny opera by Bach. People were dancing around the stage wearing strange masks. The music was excellent.
Zach told me that he'd be spending a long weekend in New Zealand. I told him that we only had one weekend in Costa Rica--"how can you spend the one weekend we have here in New Zealand?"
He said his friend over there had invited him. He then turned on the radio and danced an Irish jig. Lots of people joined him in the dancing as I stood by and watched. He would run through a couple of steps and then stop and point at someone with both hands in the gun pose. People laughed and copied that.
I sat on the side, watched, and wished I could be as good a dancer.
3. I went to Disneyworld with my cousin Stephanie, my sister Marcelle, and my cousin Fernando. There, we ran into my aunt Carmen and my uncle Manuel. Something was off--maybe the way they were dressed? They pointed to a group eating at a nearby table and I understood: they were in the past. I was there, my mom was there, my cousins were there--we were all there, but in the past. Our past selves could not see our present selves. I was a young boy, my one cousin was still a baby in her mother's arms.
Then I understood: everything happens at the same time. There is not past or present. It all exists together.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29th
I was in Pacayas (the house in the mountains).
We were getting in the car--getting ready to leave--when I noticed three huge crafts flying overhead (I seem to be having lots of alien dreams recently). I pointed at them, told everyone "You see! I told you they existed. Look at them!"
The crafts approached the house slowly and began their descent.
My grandmother was out in the backyard and noticed them landing close to her. She looked at me and widened her eyes. "What are these?" she asked.
The crafts extended their landing gear and touched down slowly. They remained closed up and I yelled to my mom to hurry to my side. She said she was coming.
A voice came from the spaceships: "Greetings. We have been observing you. We have decided that you are the best example of humans."
I was immediately disappointed. I was hoping they'd talk about how haunted the house in Pacayas was.
"We invite you to come with us and be our human specimen."
My grandmother turned around, back towards the house, and said something like "I don't have time to be bothered by this."
I laughed and turned to look at my mom who signaled me back to the car.
The spaceships opened up and laughed--it had all been a practical joke by the television companies! We were on candid camera!
We were getting in the car--getting ready to leave--when I noticed three huge crafts flying overhead (I seem to be having lots of alien dreams recently). I pointed at them, told everyone "You see! I told you they existed. Look at them!"
The crafts approached the house slowly and began their descent.
My grandmother was out in the backyard and noticed them landing close to her. She looked at me and widened her eyes. "What are these?" she asked.
The crafts extended their landing gear and touched down slowly. They remained closed up and I yelled to my mom to hurry to my side. She said she was coming.
A voice came from the spaceships: "Greetings. We have been observing you. We have decided that you are the best example of humans."
I was immediately disappointed. I was hoping they'd talk about how haunted the house in Pacayas was.
"We invite you to come with us and be our human specimen."
My grandmother turned around, back towards the house, and said something like "I don't have time to be bothered by this."
I laughed and turned to look at my mom who signaled me back to the car.
The spaceships opened up and laughed--it had all been a practical joke by the television companies! We were on candid camera!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26
I had moved back to Costa Rica. My cousins, who were at my grandmother's house building a car, asked me how I was. I struggled to get out of the car because I was in a little bit of pain: I'd just returned from fighting in Iraq.
They both nodded and showed their respect and went back to fixing their car.
I told my mom thanks for driving me and went inside to see my sisters. We were all going to play lots of board games.
Miranda was a little upset because the way she understood the games vs. how my mom and I understood them was a little different. She was crying and I decided to try one of the games out on my own to see if they'd like it.
It went like this: music was hidden around the house. People had to open things, turn things, look under things--all in an effort to find the hidden music. I found most of it and got ready to go get my mother and my sister.
What I realized next, though, was that my mother was dead. In a drunken fit, my father had killed her. Marcelle was next to her--hurt, but alive.
I took the shotgun from my father--he was crying and apologetic. I called my grandmother to wake her up. She didn't want to come out but I insisted. When she saw that I was holding a shotgun, she got out of bed.
She screamed at the scene. My uncle Robert came out of the closet he lived in and gasped as well.
I handed off the shotgun--I wanted nothing with it--and my Uncle Robert ended up shooting my father too. I cried and tried to save my mother. There was nothing to do, though.
My grandmother ate some of my mother's blood and then her body was dumped outside in a trash bin.
The next morning, when the cleaning people came, they noticed that my mother's necklace was gone. Someone had stolen it.
They both nodded and showed their respect and went back to fixing their car.
I told my mom thanks for driving me and went inside to see my sisters. We were all going to play lots of board games.
Miranda was a little upset because the way she understood the games vs. how my mom and I understood them was a little different. She was crying and I decided to try one of the games out on my own to see if they'd like it.
It went like this: music was hidden around the house. People had to open things, turn things, look under things--all in an effort to find the hidden music. I found most of it and got ready to go get my mother and my sister.
What I realized next, though, was that my mother was dead. In a drunken fit, my father had killed her. Marcelle was next to her--hurt, but alive.
I took the shotgun from my father--he was crying and apologetic. I called my grandmother to wake her up. She didn't want to come out but I insisted. When she saw that I was holding a shotgun, she got out of bed.
She screamed at the scene. My uncle Robert came out of the closet he lived in and gasped as well.
I handed off the shotgun--I wanted nothing with it--and my Uncle Robert ended up shooting my father too. I cried and tried to save my mother. There was nothing to do, though.
My grandmother ate some of my mother's blood and then her body was dumped outside in a trash bin.
The next morning, when the cleaning people came, they noticed that my mother's necklace was gone. Someone had stolen it.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22
A war was going on. We had holed ourselves up in a house by the lake where we hoped the enemy would never reach us. Me and my cousins were looking out a window, keeping a lookout.
We saw lots of people outside--some suspicious, some not. There were a bunch of prostitute-like women who went into a house and came out dressed as geishas. We figured they were probably evil. A man wearing a top hat and using a fancy cane walked by. We figured he was evil too.
And just to confirm our guess, he turned towards the window and laughed maniacally. We all ducked as the man reached in through the window, winked at me, pushed a button on my face, and stole some sort of key out of my eye.
My aunt was worried--that was a very special key.
She warned me: stay inside. You've got a ticking time bomb inside--2 more hits from the enemy, and we could all die. I hid under a table, waiting for a) the thing to be removed from me and b) the war to end.
I went out fishing in the lake. I could relax that way and not worry about all the fighting. My cousins came with me and we sat on a boat that had a large pool in the middle where we could put all the fish that we captured.
The boat was so full of fish, though, that a lot of the fish that we were capturing were weighing down the boat and submerging it enough that they fish could just swim in and out. We weren't keeping anything.
I got nervous. A couple of sharks kept swimming in and out and I was getting ready to feel my legs get chopped off. I told my cousins we had to go back to the pier and they all agreed. I set the course and hid inside the boat's cabin in the meantime.
We saw lots of people outside--some suspicious, some not. There were a bunch of prostitute-like women who went into a house and came out dressed as geishas. We figured they were probably evil. A man wearing a top hat and using a fancy cane walked by. We figured he was evil too.
And just to confirm our guess, he turned towards the window and laughed maniacally. We all ducked as the man reached in through the window, winked at me, pushed a button on my face, and stole some sort of key out of my eye.
My aunt was worried--that was a very special key.
She warned me: stay inside. You've got a ticking time bomb inside--2 more hits from the enemy, and we could all die. I hid under a table, waiting for a) the thing to be removed from me and b) the war to end.
I went out fishing in the lake. I could relax that way and not worry about all the fighting. My cousins came with me and we sat on a boat that had a large pool in the middle where we could put all the fish that we captured.
The boat was so full of fish, though, that a lot of the fish that we were capturing were weighing down the boat and submerging it enough that they fish could just swim in and out. We weren't keeping anything.
I got nervous. A couple of sharks kept swimming in and out and I was getting ready to feel my legs get chopped off. I told my cousins we had to go back to the pier and they all agreed. I set the course and hid inside the boat's cabin in the meantime.
Saturday, June 21st
In my grandfather's secret office there were 2 secrets: one had to do with the bible, the second with the kabbalah. I knew both of them were holy. And I knew I had to find them.
The problem, was that my grandmother would not permit entrance into my grandfather's secret office. He was dead, but she still wouldn't allow anybody inside.
I sneaked in through a hole in the wall and found exactly what I needed. I was leaving the room when one of the guards spotted me. She was an old lady. I knew I could outrun her, but I let myself get caught (I'm not sure why).
She led me into the punishment room where a panel of four or five judges were waiting to tell me what I had to do. I looked at all of them as they decided what the punishment would be. I was really nervous.
Then I realized, though, that there was nothing to be nervous about. These were nice people.
I started talking with them (especially with my captor who was really sweet), and ended up getting off without punishment. The other people in the room were thoroughly annoyed.
I got caught a couple of more times during the dream and ended up coming back and laughing it off with the judges.
Finally, when I found the books I was looking for, I realized my grandfather was sitting on a couch in his secret office, watching TV with my sister Miranda on his lap. He kept changing channels only to find nude ballets that he would quickly change so as to not show them to Miranda.
They kept watching TV, I looked through the text's I'd stolen, and I heard my grandma yelling at the fact that someone had sneaked in.
The problem, was that my grandmother would not permit entrance into my grandfather's secret office. He was dead, but she still wouldn't allow anybody inside.
I sneaked in through a hole in the wall and found exactly what I needed. I was leaving the room when one of the guards spotted me. She was an old lady. I knew I could outrun her, but I let myself get caught (I'm not sure why).
She led me into the punishment room where a panel of four or five judges were waiting to tell me what I had to do. I looked at all of them as they decided what the punishment would be. I was really nervous.
Then I realized, though, that there was nothing to be nervous about. These were nice people.
I started talking with them (especially with my captor who was really sweet), and ended up getting off without punishment. The other people in the room were thoroughly annoyed.
I got caught a couple of more times during the dream and ended up coming back and laughing it off with the judges.
Finally, when I found the books I was looking for, I realized my grandfather was sitting on a couch in his secret office, watching TV with my sister Miranda on his lap. He kept changing channels only to find nude ballets that he would quickly change so as to not show them to Miranda.
They kept watching TV, I looked through the text's I'd stolen, and I heard my grandma yelling at the fact that someone had sneaked in.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18
A family gathering was happening in Chile. My aunt's house was decked out for the party. There were also a lot of pigs running around. Little piglets and large pigs were all over the house. My aunt kept asking us to hug them and love them--there was one in particular that was different and needed extra care.
At dinner, I stood up and introduced myself to everyone. Everyone was extremely nice and gracious. After dinner, at the end of the meeting, I stood at the door and shook everyone's hand goodbye. A lot of ladies whom I'd never met all shook my hand and told me what pleasure it'd been to meet me.
I went outside and as I was getting into the car I realized I'd left my shoes inside. I asked my dad if I should walk back and get them and he said he'd drop me off closer to the door.
We drove into the city, he stopped the car and said "you can walk from here, get your shoes, and walk back home."
I did.
On the way back home through the city, I realized that it was San Jose. It wasn't St. Louis. (I guess I've always lived in cities with Saint's names). I walked through the narrow alleys in between houses and made my way back to my aunt's.
There, a trial had been set up to punish me for what I'd done. I was shocked. I didn't think I had done anything particularly bad. As a matter of fact I don't think I knew what I had done. Why was I being tried?
Later, in the living room, I sat opposite my entire family (cousins, aunts, uncles). They sat on a huge, long, white couch, and I was on a smaller couch with my cousin Ignacio. They were all playing a game where they had to go down the line and each person had to name a type of law. There could be no repeats.
My mother had just gone as I sat down. She had named the "Bulk Law" (Ley del Tuco in Spanish). I'd never heard of this one and she explained that it was the law that encompassed all those kinds of adages and proverbs. My cousin complained that that was too vague and general. I agreed. She stuck to it.
The game kept winding around the room and when it came time for me to add my law I realized that all the ones I tried to say had already been said.
"Law of Airplane Models," I tried.
Already said.
"Law of Marriages."
Already said.
I don't think I ever got a good one. I was tried and sentenced before the game was over (though I can't remember my sentence).
At dinner, I stood up and introduced myself to everyone. Everyone was extremely nice and gracious. After dinner, at the end of the meeting, I stood at the door and shook everyone's hand goodbye. A lot of ladies whom I'd never met all shook my hand and told me what pleasure it'd been to meet me.
I went outside and as I was getting into the car I realized I'd left my shoes inside. I asked my dad if I should walk back and get them and he said he'd drop me off closer to the door.
We drove into the city, he stopped the car and said "you can walk from here, get your shoes, and walk back home."
I did.
On the way back home through the city, I realized that it was San Jose. It wasn't St. Louis. (I guess I've always lived in cities with Saint's names). I walked through the narrow alleys in between houses and made my way back to my aunt's.
There, a trial had been set up to punish me for what I'd done. I was shocked. I didn't think I had done anything particularly bad. As a matter of fact I don't think I knew what I had done. Why was I being tried?
Later, in the living room, I sat opposite my entire family (cousins, aunts, uncles). They sat on a huge, long, white couch, and I was on a smaller couch with my cousin Ignacio. They were all playing a game where they had to go down the line and each person had to name a type of law. There could be no repeats.
My mother had just gone as I sat down. She had named the "Bulk Law" (Ley del Tuco in Spanish). I'd never heard of this one and she explained that it was the law that encompassed all those kinds of adages and proverbs. My cousin complained that that was too vague and general. I agreed. She stuck to it.
The game kept winding around the room and when it came time for me to add my law I realized that all the ones I tried to say had already been said.
"Law of Airplane Models," I tried.
Already said.
"Law of Marriages."
Already said.
I don't think I ever got a good one. I was tried and sentenced before the game was over (though I can't remember my sentence).
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