New Apartment
So, I'm in my new apartment right now, 1130 Commonwealth Ave. Used to be inhabited by Erin, but now inhabited by ME!!!!
On a serious note, though, I'm really loving living on my own with no parents or RAs to keep me in line. No, I have not been a wild mess of alcohol and laziness (although I do enjoy my naps). I feel that these past few days have been very productive in my development as a mature adult. Tonight Sue and I made dinner and had a few guests over. We are doing it again tomorrow, this time with even more people. Soon it's going to be a weekly dinner party at 1130 and I will be broke. On the plus side, I will know how to cook for 15 people in a tiny kitchen and clean up after myself. Although I am dreading the day when the novelty of having my own place wears off and emptying the dishwasher becomes a chore instead of evidence of my own maturity and responsibility.
During my four hour nap this afternoon, I had a wicked vivid dream. (ps if you don't care, skip this paragraph, but I need to put this in writing). The story goes like this: I am going to a movie theater to see an epic movie. It had the hype of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings so there was a huge crowd in front of the theater. It was a theater back in CO, the Westminster AMC. So there was a little courtyard where everyone was waiting surrounded by stores. I was there with Amy, Jenna (senior prom date), CJ (high school friend), Amy's older sister (whom I've never met but am aware of her existence), Amy's exboyfriend who was in a wheelchair (completely fictional character), and the wheelchair kids' parents. We kids (the parents were in line) had just eaten pizza for dinner and decided to wander over to the ice cream store for dessert. Jenna, CJ, and I couldn't decide which flavor we wanted so we sampled pinapple, coconut, and peanut butter, trying to determine which would go best on our sundae. We all ultimately decided on peanut butter. Then Amy's older sister came into the store and started berating us about how we could possibly want ice cream after all the pizza we just ate. Then Amy came in wheeling the wheelchair kid and told her sister to back off and that we could get ice cream if we wanted to. Amy's older sister kind of shrugged and admitted that ice cream sounds pretty good afterall. So we all ate ice cream. The next thing I remember is sitting in the movie theater watching this epic adventure. The plot, much like the publicity, was a mix between Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. There was two sides, good and bad (obviously). Each side was struggling to get control of this white orb that gave whoever held it the power to rule the world (think the one ring) but also to have powers to make things float and shit (think the force). The bad side had held this orb for many many years and the good side had finally led a successful campaign to retrieve this orb due in large part to this shrunken, powerful little creature (think Yoda in character, Gollum in appearance). The part of this movie I remember best was this Gollum-Yoda creature strangling the evil master and stealing this little white orb. The audience waited in expectation for everything in this dark firey world to turn green and happy like the plot prophesized earlier when it was told what would happen when the good guys finally got the orb. But when this little Yoda-thing took it (in his feet, b/c he floated everywhere), the world turned dark and twisted. As it turns out, this Yoda-Gollum thing was a traitor to the good side, but couldn't hold a stable world b/c he didn't have a true alliance with either side. He was neither good nor bad, dark nor light, so his world could have no balance. Because of this inbalance, the orb started to collapse, turning into this opaque grey black egg. The most vivid memory of this dream I had was watching this orb degrade in a pair of small gnarled green feet floating about 3 feet above the ground. Anyway, the good guys eventually killed this little creature, restoring order in the world. Happy ending. The movie ended, and we all got up (except the wheelchair kid) and walked out of the theater. It was starting to rain in the parking lot and I had to lift the wheelchair guy into the van. This wheelchair kid wasn't a helpless little nerd, like the wheelchair stereotype. He was a normal guy, about nineteen or twenty that needed a little help now and then. I was a pretty good friends with this kid. It's weird because I remember his face and voice and attitude, but he's nothing like anyone I know in reality. I was under the impression that dreams where compilations of memories stored in your brain that your subconcious sorts through in your sleep. This guy was 100% original. Anyway, I was too weak to actually lift him into the van because he had a huge upper body. So I tried to lift him and he basically just pulled himself up into the van. There were no seatbelts in this particular van, and wheelchair guy couldn't stay upright in the seat because his legs wouldn't support him when we braked. I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to keep him from falling forward. On the ride home, we all discussed the movie, and the general consensus was that it was good and we all liked it. We got back to where we lived which was sort of like a single floor of a dorm. We all had seperate rooms with roommates and the two adults lived on one end of the hall and their son, the wheelchair guy, was at the other end. It had a ver summer camp type feel to it, but we had no real relation to each other except we lived on this little floor (with white walls and blue doors) and it smelled like a dorm and we were all friends. I remember talking to the wheelchair kid as I wheeled him to his room and asking him if he needed help to get into his bed (he was on the top bunk; like I said, just like a regular kid). He said no, so I left and went down the hall and talked to his parents for a while. They were cool people. Young and energetic. They didn't register in my mind as adults, just other members of the floor. Then I left their room and went to bed. I woke up, and that was the end of it.
Boy that was pointless. It's hard to convey how vivid and detailed this dream was. The story is so mundane and everyday that I find it hard to believe that my mind came up with this while I was asleep. Maybe I'm sleeping too much and my subconcious is running out of ideas. Let's put that theory to the test and sleep some more.
On a serious note, though, I'm really loving living on my own with no parents or RAs to keep me in line. No, I have not been a wild mess of alcohol and laziness (although I do enjoy my naps). I feel that these past few days have been very productive in my development as a mature adult. Tonight Sue and I made dinner and had a few guests over. We are doing it again tomorrow, this time with even more people. Soon it's going to be a weekly dinner party at 1130 and I will be broke. On the plus side, I will know how to cook for 15 people in a tiny kitchen and clean up after myself. Although I am dreading the day when the novelty of having my own place wears off and emptying the dishwasher becomes a chore instead of evidence of my own maturity and responsibility.
During my four hour nap this afternoon, I had a wicked vivid dream. (ps if you don't care, skip this paragraph, but I need to put this in writing). The story goes like this: I am going to a movie theater to see an epic movie. It had the hype of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings so there was a huge crowd in front of the theater. It was a theater back in CO, the Westminster AMC. So there was a little courtyard where everyone was waiting surrounded by stores. I was there with Amy, Jenna (senior prom date), CJ (high school friend), Amy's older sister (whom I've never met but am aware of her existence), Amy's exboyfriend who was in a wheelchair (completely fictional character), and the wheelchair kids' parents. We kids (the parents were in line) had just eaten pizza for dinner and decided to wander over to the ice cream store for dessert. Jenna, CJ, and I couldn't decide which flavor we wanted so we sampled pinapple, coconut, and peanut butter, trying to determine which would go best on our sundae. We all ultimately decided on peanut butter. Then Amy's older sister came into the store and started berating us about how we could possibly want ice cream after all the pizza we just ate. Then Amy came in wheeling the wheelchair kid and told her sister to back off and that we could get ice cream if we wanted to. Amy's older sister kind of shrugged and admitted that ice cream sounds pretty good afterall. So we all ate ice cream. The next thing I remember is sitting in the movie theater watching this epic adventure. The plot, much like the publicity, was a mix between Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. There was two sides, good and bad (obviously). Each side was struggling to get control of this white orb that gave whoever held it the power to rule the world (think the one ring) but also to have powers to make things float and shit (think the force). The bad side had held this orb for many many years and the good side had finally led a successful campaign to retrieve this orb due in large part to this shrunken, powerful little creature (think Yoda in character, Gollum in appearance). The part of this movie I remember best was this Gollum-Yoda creature strangling the evil master and stealing this little white orb. The audience waited in expectation for everything in this dark firey world to turn green and happy like the plot prophesized earlier when it was told what would happen when the good guys finally got the orb. But when this little Yoda-thing took it (in his feet, b/c he floated everywhere), the world turned dark and twisted. As it turns out, this Yoda-Gollum thing was a traitor to the good side, but couldn't hold a stable world b/c he didn't have a true alliance with either side. He was neither good nor bad, dark nor light, so his world could have no balance. Because of this inbalance, the orb started to collapse, turning into this opaque grey black egg. The most vivid memory of this dream I had was watching this orb degrade in a pair of small gnarled green feet floating about 3 feet above the ground. Anyway, the good guys eventually killed this little creature, restoring order in the world. Happy ending. The movie ended, and we all got up (except the wheelchair kid) and walked out of the theater. It was starting to rain in the parking lot and I had to lift the wheelchair guy into the van. This wheelchair kid wasn't a helpless little nerd, like the wheelchair stereotype. He was a normal guy, about nineteen or twenty that needed a little help now and then. I was a pretty good friends with this kid. It's weird because I remember his face and voice and attitude, but he's nothing like anyone I know in reality. I was under the impression that dreams where compilations of memories stored in your brain that your subconcious sorts through in your sleep. This guy was 100% original. Anyway, I was too weak to actually lift him into the van because he had a huge upper body. So I tried to lift him and he basically just pulled himself up into the van. There were no seatbelts in this particular van, and wheelchair guy couldn't stay upright in the seat because his legs wouldn't support him when we braked. I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to keep him from falling forward. On the ride home, we all discussed the movie, and the general consensus was that it was good and we all liked it. We got back to where we lived which was sort of like a single floor of a dorm. We all had seperate rooms with roommates and the two adults lived on one end of the hall and their son, the wheelchair guy, was at the other end. It had a ver summer camp type feel to it, but we had no real relation to each other except we lived on this little floor (with white walls and blue doors) and it smelled like a dorm and we were all friends. I remember talking to the wheelchair kid as I wheeled him to his room and asking him if he needed help to get into his bed (he was on the top bunk; like I said, just like a regular kid). He said no, so I left and went down the hall and talked to his parents for a while. They were cool people. Young and energetic. They didn't register in my mind as adults, just other members of the floor. Then I left their room and went to bed. I woke up, and that was the end of it.
Boy that was pointless. It's hard to convey how vivid and detailed this dream was. The story is so mundane and everyday that I find it hard to believe that my mind came up with this while I was asleep. Maybe I'm sleeping too much and my subconcious is running out of ideas. Let's put that theory to the test and sleep some more.