Dreams again!
Two pretty god damned bad dreams last night! Okay the first one was more annoying than bad, but the second one was sad as hell.
In the first dream, I was back in high school, and we had an English (or something) teacher who was pretty cool. I was feeling really sick though (good to know that feeling crappy carries over to my dreams. That way I get no respite whatsoever.) And after English I had gym class. BUT GUESS WHO TAUGHT GYM. Those of you who guessed Jack Black are both right and disturbingly inside my head. And Jack Black is a total dick as it turns out. He wouldn't let me go home when I was sick, and he set fire to my house. (Then he didn't believe me when I told him about the fire and I had to put it out myself.) He also kept telling me crappy jokes about how I should tough it out or whatever, and I think in a way he was right and I just wanted to skip a little school, but so what? I already graduated, Jack Black. I don't need this again.
After I went home (stormed out after dropping the f-bomb a couple of times) I put on dress pants and shirt and a tie for no reason, and went on a walk. A girl riding a bicycle came up to me and played me a song using ANOTHER sweet-ass instrument I invented in my dreams. It was two hollow cylinders she held in her hands, which she kind of flung really hard down toward the ground, but kept a grip on. Depending how hard her grip was, the cylinders would slide a different amount through her hands, and play a different pitch. She had sweet harmonies going and everything. This is probably the hardest instrument ever to play. She let me try it and it was ridiculous. She told me she was going to Fry's to buy a $1.00 CD and asked if I would like to come, so I said okay, but that I had to go home and get my wallet and I would meet her later. I came back and found Garran, lying awake but prostrate, on the floor of my guest bedroom. I spent the rest of the dream complaining with him that, while I was happy to have a new friend, it is never clear to me what a girl I am hanging out with expects of me in a one-on-one situation. Years ago a girl I thought was just trying to be friends asked me out on a date, and since then I have had a totally rational fear that every girl who meets me wants to jump my bones. So I try to mention my girlfriend in conversation. Garran did not look interested. DREAM OVER.
My second dream was way more of a bummer. Good news: Cody and Nina got married! (This is an example of living fast.) Bad news: In my tradition of having terrible, terrible things happen to Cody in my dreams, Nina died (this is an example of dying young. Proves the maxim right I guess.) Apparently it happened fast: I don't even know when they married, but she died of a 106 degree fever while he was on his way up to Bellingham to take care of her. Man apparently my reading of Cody, and I don't think I am that far off, is that that would basically completely destroy Cody. He is a broken shell of a man, rarely eating or sleeping, let alone conversing. When he does, he talks about his wife, Nina-- in the present tense, not the past tense, although sometimes he'll stop and say "--before she passed," which is the saddest thing ever. And it is not like I was having a picnic during this dream either! Usually in a dream I am kind of emotionally distant from anything that happens, and usually when a friend of a friend dies, I say "oh man that's sad" and then just try to console the friend. But I was genuinely grieving for Nina. Huh. I guess that means, um, hey Nina, we're good friends now! That was surprisingly quick.
Man if I die and Nina doesn't grieve, I'm gonna feel like an ass.
In the first dream, I was back in high school, and we had an English (or something) teacher who was pretty cool. I was feeling really sick though (good to know that feeling crappy carries over to my dreams. That way I get no respite whatsoever.) And after English I had gym class. BUT GUESS WHO TAUGHT GYM. Those of you who guessed Jack Black are both right and disturbingly inside my head. And Jack Black is a total dick as it turns out. He wouldn't let me go home when I was sick, and he set fire to my house. (Then he didn't believe me when I told him about the fire and I had to put it out myself.) He also kept telling me crappy jokes about how I should tough it out or whatever, and I think in a way he was right and I just wanted to skip a little school, but so what? I already graduated, Jack Black. I don't need this again.
After I went home (stormed out after dropping the f-bomb a couple of times) I put on dress pants and shirt and a tie for no reason, and went on a walk. A girl riding a bicycle came up to me and played me a song using ANOTHER sweet-ass instrument I invented in my dreams. It was two hollow cylinders she held in her hands, which she kind of flung really hard down toward the ground, but kept a grip on. Depending how hard her grip was, the cylinders would slide a different amount through her hands, and play a different pitch. She had sweet harmonies going and everything. This is probably the hardest instrument ever to play. She let me try it and it was ridiculous. She told me she was going to Fry's to buy a $1.00 CD and asked if I would like to come, so I said okay, but that I had to go home and get my wallet and I would meet her later. I came back and found Garran, lying awake but prostrate, on the floor of my guest bedroom. I spent the rest of the dream complaining with him that, while I was happy to have a new friend, it is never clear to me what a girl I am hanging out with expects of me in a one-on-one situation. Years ago a girl I thought was just trying to be friends asked me out on a date, and since then I have had a totally rational fear that every girl who meets me wants to jump my bones. So I try to mention my girlfriend in conversation. Garran did not look interested. DREAM OVER.
My second dream was way more of a bummer. Good news: Cody and Nina got married! (This is an example of living fast.) Bad news: In my tradition of having terrible, terrible things happen to Cody in my dreams, Nina died (this is an example of dying young. Proves the maxim right I guess.) Apparently it happened fast: I don't even know when they married, but she died of a 106 degree fever while he was on his way up to Bellingham to take care of her. Man apparently my reading of Cody, and I don't think I am that far off, is that that would basically completely destroy Cody. He is a broken shell of a man, rarely eating or sleeping, let alone conversing. When he does, he talks about his wife, Nina-- in the present tense, not the past tense, although sometimes he'll stop and say "--before she passed," which is the saddest thing ever. And it is not like I was having a picnic during this dream either! Usually in a dream I am kind of emotionally distant from anything that happens, and usually when a friend of a friend dies, I say "oh man that's sad" and then just try to console the friend. But I was genuinely grieving for Nina. Huh. I guess that means, um, hey Nina, we're good friends now! That was surprisingly quick.
Man if I die and Nina doesn't grieve, I'm gonna feel like an ass.