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What's the wackiest dream you remember? You know, the one where you woke up thinking, "And just where the hell did that come from??!"
-- Christine (email@example.com), October 08, 1999
Chris, you should know that I can't resist asking people about their kooky dreams (since I hardly ever remember my own dreams). Is there one event in your life that was exceptionally demoralizing? Did it involve you challenging someone or something you felt you should have left well enough alone? Or involve you challenging someone or something where you were grossly underadvantaged? Do you identify with Wile E. Coyote?
-- Mike (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 08, 1999.
Well... it's not the wackiest... but it is the most recent wacky one. I was watching TV and a "new version" of "Three's Company" came on. I started complaining that it was dumb to call it "Three's Company" when there were only two of them! It was Jack Tripper and some other slutty looking tramp. Anyhow, suddenly, as dreams go... *POOF* I am no longer watching the show but I am IN it. But we live in a big, old run-down mansion with a really cool pool/waterfall in teh backyard. And the rent is super cheap. Well now, I don't know where the tramp went, but Janet and I are sharing a room with about eight different kinds of wallpaper and ten different colors of paint. Obviously the person who lived hre before was trying to decide how to decorate the room. Oddly enough, one of the wallpaper choices was the wallpaper that covered my bedroom walls when I was a little kid. (I think that sort of jarred me into a lucid dream at that point because I realized I was dreaming.) So then... in this lucid state, I thought, this is DUMB! There are at least eight bedrooms (with private baths no less) in this mansion and I am SHARING a room with Janet?! So I told her that I was going to go find my own room. Naturally, she didn't like this (she's a real fiecracker that one), and she bitched and moaned. And once I found the PERFECT room to move my stuff into, she claimed that was the room she wanted. And the bathroom had a JACUZZI tub!! THAT BITCH!! Hee hee. I don't know what Jack thought about all this, he was on a date. Probably with the tramp. LOL
Anyhow, I woke up and laughed... but a close dream analysis might scare me a little bit. I'm have "space" issues with my boyfriend. He's a slob. Well, you can figure the rest out. :)
-- Kris Spero (email@example.com), October 09, 1999.
Let's see, Wile E. Coyote: shifty, frustrated, refined and quite a handsome little fucker.
There are definitely similarities.
-- Christine (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 09, 1999.
Hmmm, that was kind of a slick dodge of the issue of analyzing your dream, but... *Tee Hee Hee!* I can see Christine in rollerskates with a rocket strapped to her back! *Tee Hee Hee!*
(And if Christine can afford to order stuff from ACME, why is she so hungry?)
-- Mike (email@example.com), October 09, 1999.
Okay, Mike, let me give this a stab.
The Wiley part came from a movie I was watching during lunch that day. It was about a bunch of 14-year-old rollerbladers, and one of the characters, the geeky one, was named Wiley and he had red hair. So maybe the fact that I dreamed about him makes me a pedophile, or maybe I just thought way too much about how gross his hair looked.
The doe in the convertible is not as easy to explain. I do have a -thing- for deer though -- they're cute. And I really like the idea of a shimmery silver blue car. But let me tell you, I have never picked a fight with anyone or any deer in my life.
I am big chicken. Bwock bwock bwock.
Finally, the cedar lawyers. I have no idea about the cedar lawyers! I haven't talked to a lawyer in a few years, and have never spoken to one about either a criminal case or abortion.
So, what does it all mean?
-- Christine (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 10, 1999.
I don't mean literally challenging another person. I mean, have you run into any huge obstacles? For instance, during your vacation in BC, Eric hinted to me that he was trying to figure the marketing angle of some innovation he was working on. How involved are you with that? If you are involved, did you run into any huge resistance, such as clients giving tangential reasons for dismissing the innovation? Not literally a lawyer citing legalese, but excuses advocating fear?
Sometimes people resist championing an innovation, for fear of looking like a red-headed step-child. It's safer to stay in the herd, and save up your money for that sexy, new car.
-- Mike (email@example.com), October 10, 1999.
I only have one dream that really stands out. I had it when I was a little kid like 6.
I was sitting next to this built in pool with this lady that was watching me. I was a kid remember. I asked her if he ever comes out. She said no. Later we were going downstairs and at the back wall there was a staircase that went up and across a sort of arch and then back down, not leading to anywhere. The ladys girl and boy were there, they were really sharp looking story book charicters, perfect in a disney sort of way. They were at the bottom of the stairs that we were on facing the other stairs that go nowhere. The lady and I and her husband were just above them. A REALLY long arm reached out from the space underneath the stairs and grabbed both of the kids in one swipe. We could sort of seem him under there, not much detail though. The ladys husband was a geeky looking guy very short and very conserative. Said in a short man "I will prove I am a heavyweight" sort of voice "I will save them!" He was up on the top of the stair arch and the arm reached up and grabbed him and pulled him in. The thing under the stairs said in one of those dream, super base voices that you cant begin to duplicate without a really major sound studio, "WHOS NEXT?" I was shoked awake as he said that.. I was sure I was doomed. Out of all of the sinking feelings I have had in my life that one was the biggest.
-- Eric Frazier (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 10, 1999.
Hey, I just did a dream entry! I'm reposting it here, because I have no idea if anyone else would consider this funny: Not The First People You Would Pick
For Your Five Year Mission--
Had a dream Sunday night: Catherine and I were officers on the Enterprise. She was a Medical Officer, and I was a Science Officer. Somehow, a kit of Borg rations had been confiscated, and stored in the medi-lab. I was visiting Catherine, and Lt Uhura asked if she could try the Borg food. Aghast, I witnessed Lt Uhura sample the Borg rations, and noticed that the fibers in its meat had a metallic shine. And it was squirming.
I let Catherine know that letting Lt Uhura sample the Borg food put her at high risk of contamination. Catherine thought I was overreacting, and suggested we give her until 7:30 to see if she showed signs of contamination. I found this unacceptible, and informed Catherine that she put me in the position of notifying Captain Picard of the contamination risk.
Mike (I actually spoke like this in the dream):This dream is actully a good impression of how I felt our relationship went.
Considering the proclivity of the Borg to assimilate organic life-forms, just what would you imagine suppliments their standard rations?
-- Mike (email@example.com), October 11, 1999.
This was one of the best dreams I remember. I was coming home from a school trip on a bus one late night, on one of the good charter buses, not the standard yellow and black variety, and I was right in the back of the bus trying to stretch out in what would be the window- well of an ordinary car...this bus had one too. Anyway, I fell asleep and dreamt I woke up, feeling cramped by the space. I got up on my knees and opened the window next to the back seat and crawled out of the bus, hanging onto the window with one hand and sort of gliding with my other arm extended out over the road whizzing below me. Then I let go. I soared easily up into the sky, the bus getting smaller and smaller below me as I took in more and more of the landscape below. It was a lovely flight home and I landed on the front steps of the high school just as the bus was pulling into the drive, to let everybody else off...
-- Michael (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 12, 1999.
i was really young when i had this dream, so all i can remember is me and the Incredible Hulk loading the dishwasher full of glasses on a really sunny day.
-- thekid (email@example.com), November 26, 1999.