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Oct. 23rd, 2002 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geebsSurely there's an alternative to coke for a morning caffeine injection for me. As said before, coffee products totally frag me and offer no real benefit. Maybe tea would work. After all, back when we were still doing Tuesday night trivia, I'd drink so much sweet tea that I couldn't go to sleep. Or I could also not stay up until 1am. And I ended up being a half hour early! Did they say, "You don't have to come in until 9am" and I missed it?! Come to think of it, that sounds vaguely familiar. Am I going senile or something?
Had this weird dream last night that I was hanging out with my co-workers, only we worked at a recording studio instead. There was this sweet nubile cutie in a short skirt. I couldn't tell if she was a "recording artist" or not, but given this was a recording studio it is a possibility. Anyways, I was talking with guys doing my typical "Dude, she's mad cute!" and making single entendres and lame innuendo-filled comments. Out of her earshot, of course. She eventually comes over to look at something then out of the blue she starts asking questions like she was on the dating game or something like "If we went on a date, where would you take me?" and stuff like that. Being caught off guard, I stammered and said something lame. (Okay, that would prolly happen even if I wasn't "caught off guard") She smiles at me and walks away. Apparently though, her father was around as well, and after she leaves the room, he comes up to me and says "You can't date my daughter!" and I was all "Wha?" Then he goes on to tell me how I choked when his daughter started questioning me and thus am not worthy of her or something. It was very strange.
If dreams are an insight to the subconscious, I wonder what my dreams tell about me. I mean, if the dream isn't about me kicking ass and killing things, its some whacky sitch where I'm trying to get with some chick and hilarity ensues to prevent me from doing so. And there's so much mixing of people I know in real life and characters from movies and TV. Not to mention that in most dreams I have this "12:01/Groundhog" dayish power. When I dream, I'm not really aware its a dream, or mebbe I am subconciously. I mean, it seems real enough to me, and it never occurs to me, "Wait, this is a dream", no matter what crazy stuff goes on, even when I activate the power. It lets me rewind to a certain part and do things over again. Sometimes everything goes the same so I can correct my mistake, and sometimes things play out a little differently and I end up having to keep doing things over until I get it to my liking. I must on some level know when I'm in a dream even if I'm not "consciously" aware of it, or I wouldn't be able to activate this so often. Though I do seem to only use it to prevent someone from getting hurt or killed, not to correct some social faux pas.
So I guess if I was in a Nightmare on Elm Street movie, that would be my dream power. Well, that and being prodigiously strong, as someone my size shouldn't be able to pick up a 250 pound dude, hit him with two side back-breakers and then toss him over his head. Yes, my fighting style in dreams is a mix of assassin/military techniques and professional rasslin'. One would think I would be all Bruce Lee or Jet Li and stuff, flying around and doing all that fancy oriental kicking. But I digress.
Anyways, I hope things end early today. I got all four scenarios!
Had this weird dream last night that I was hanging out with my co-workers, only we worked at a recording studio instead. There was this sweet nubile cutie in a short skirt. I couldn't tell if she was a "recording artist" or not, but given this was a recording studio it is a possibility. Anyways, I was talking with guys doing my typical "Dude, she's mad cute!" and making single entendres and lame innuendo-filled comments. Out of her earshot, of course. She eventually comes over to look at something then out of the blue she starts asking questions like she was on the dating game or something like "If we went on a date, where would you take me?" and stuff like that. Being caught off guard, I stammered and said something lame. (Okay, that would prolly happen even if I wasn't "caught off guard") She smiles at me and walks away. Apparently though, her father was around as well, and after she leaves the room, he comes up to me and says "You can't date my daughter!" and I was all "Wha?" Then he goes on to tell me how I choked when his daughter started questioning me and thus am not worthy of her or something. It was very strange.
If dreams are an insight to the subconscious, I wonder what my dreams tell about me. I mean, if the dream isn't about me kicking ass and killing things, its some whacky sitch where I'm trying to get with some chick and hilarity ensues to prevent me from doing so. And there's so much mixing of people I know in real life and characters from movies and TV. Not to mention that in most dreams I have this "12:01/Groundhog" dayish power. When I dream, I'm not really aware its a dream, or mebbe I am subconciously. I mean, it seems real enough to me, and it never occurs to me, "Wait, this is a dream", no matter what crazy stuff goes on, even when I activate the power. It lets me rewind to a certain part and do things over again. Sometimes everything goes the same so I can correct my mistake, and sometimes things play out a little differently and I end up having to keep doing things over until I get it to my liking. I must on some level know when I'm in a dream even if I'm not "consciously" aware of it, or I wouldn't be able to activate this so often. Though I do seem to only use it to prevent someone from getting hurt or killed, not to correct some social faux pas.
So I guess if I was in a Nightmare on Elm Street movie, that would be my dream power. Well, that and being prodigiously strong, as someone my size shouldn't be able to pick up a 250 pound dude, hit him with two side back-breakers and then toss him over his head. Yes, my fighting style in dreams is a mix of assassin/military techniques and professional rasslin'. One would think I would be all Bruce Lee or Jet Li and stuff, flying around and doing all that fancy oriental kicking. But I digress.
Anyways, I hope things end early today. I got all four scenarios!
