Vacationing while Dreaming
I have been waiting on this moment for quite some time. I wake up, and there is no work to go to for six whole days. I love it. I more than love it, I cherish it. If it were someone I could give an expensive diamond to, I'd probably do that. Yes, this is that important. Not even someone holding up $170 in front of my face in order to do inventory on Wednesday AM could possibly deter me from a pursuit of vacation-like activities. It's cold outside, yes, but it's supposed to get up to 60 by Thursday and 65 on Friday! Nice weather and I get to enjoy it all! I am relaxed, cleansing the thoughts of that dungeon out of my head, and trying to wrap my mind around some other things to do for once.
Today I woke up at 6:30am. Why? Probably because I woke up at 11:30 yesterday. My biological clock is thinking "What the hell?" yes, indeed. Anyhow, I was still a wee bit sleepy, so I tried to go back to sleep, only to hear beeping very loudly. After searching the apartment high and low, I figured out that it was coming from the laundry room and that some jerkoid had again shut the door with all four dryers going. In other words: an alarm clock for the whole fucking building. I left the apartment after hastily getting my track pants on, and sat there and fanned the steam off of it, and opened the door to vent it. It kept beeping. I finally got so fucking pissed that I took the top off of the damn thing and removed the 2 AA batteries that were on the inside of it. The sides of the battery said "Use by March 2004". Yeah. They are dead. Well and truly. I went back into the apartment, and got two half-dead batteries that used to be in the recording console, and went back to the laundry room, put them in, and bingo! No more buzzing! Ok so...EG Woods now owes me about two bucks for the batteries.
I had a weird dream last night, too. I haven't had one this strange or uh...poetic in quite some time. I shall regail you with the tale thusly .
So, the first scene plays out as such: I am hacking down a tree in a yard with an axe. I am quite enjoying this for some reason (why, I am not quite sure), when I get the sudden impression that I am being watched from behind. I turn around and there is an empty beach chair and a table with a book sitting on it. I chuckle because I assume that the person sitting there is friendly and must have just gone off to do something and will probably be right back. I continue chopping. About twenty minutes later, I get the same impression - that I am being watched from behind. I turn around and swear I heard a laugh, but it echoes out and dissapates rapidly. The chair and the table are now gone. There is a bench there now, with an umbrella behind it. There is a person draped in black sitting in the chair. I approach. The person does not speak. I state "You there...either pick up an axe and help me with this tree, or get lost!" The person chuckles and sighs. The top of the hood is covering the face of the mystery person, though the chuckle seems familiar. Old, even. Not in age, but in memory. As I take my hand and thrust the hood off, the bench, the umbrella and the person all disappear. So does the axe and tree.
The second scene has me on a beach, playing in the sand. I am drawing snails in the wet sand near the coastline. I look around and see Tabetha smiling at me at a distance of about 100 yards. She runs toward me, and then hugs me. I shrug my shoulders and give her a kiss. The waves begin to rise and then swell, and then the nice day turns violently bad. All the beach bums run to cars and peel out, and Tabetha insists that we must find Chris because he went off by himself. I tell her that he's probably back at the hotel and we shouldn't worry. She insists however, and as we are looking, twice more I see that chair and table, on the beach in the rainstorm. Each time I try and approach it, the laughter lasts for a second and then fades. Two times more I also see the bench and umbrella with the figure sitting in it, only for it to fade upon approach. I tell Tabetha I am creeped out and we have to go because the storm is getting really bad. She agrees, and we leave Chris a note on our towel: "Bad Storm Hitting. Be in Hotel Room. Bye". How nice of us! LOL.
The third scene has me in a car and I keep seeing the chair and table and the bench and umbrella as we are driving down a highway. Finally, I get the jones to leave the car. I step out and approach the bench and umbrella, which is sitting in a drainage ditch off the roadway. The chuckling ceases and the shrouded figure starts coughing wildly. The instinct is firstly to help this poor unfortunate, so I get down in the ditch, and I pick up the figure, and lift the hood back and it's...for a split second...the face of my old friend Ian. The face disappears and the coughing ceases as I reach Tabetha and Chris at the roadway, both of whom look perplexed that I should crawl down into a ditch to retrieve a black hoodie. The hoodie has writing on it: "Help Me". Something that has Tabetha and I curious, and has Chris standing there complaining that we are stopped.
The fourth scene has me, back in the yard chopping that tree down again. Nagging suspicions finally come true, and I turn around and the chair is occupied! I run to it, happy that this mystery will finally be solved. I stand there and clear my throat to get the attention of the person. The person looks up and it's my mother. I stand there, scared and befuddled, the exact reaction of seeing someone who's been dead almost nine years. She smiles and hands me an envelope. The envelope is gray, and looks like an old photo. The thing of it is, only serious dreams come in this type of context to me. They mean something. Either they prognosticate the future, or they invariably will mean something at some point. My mother is sitting there, smiling, then begins to talk! She never talks in my dreams. I hear her voice, for the first time in about nine years, and it's intoxicating. Strangely, of all the things i'd want to say to her, and all of the things that I would want to know, I utter just one word: "Cow" before she vanishes. I stand there, and the bench and umbrella come back and I feel compelled to open the envelope. "Help Your Friends, Jason" is what the note reads. I scratch my head, and lift up the hood. Faces of Haji, Chris, and, for a long while Ian flash across the empty void.
I woke up from the dream and heard the beeping. That was about the impact of the morning. Think I will now go and lie down in bed with Tabetha for a bit more, and then eat some breakfast, watch TV for a spell, and then take a shower, put on some clothing, and get rocking on this fine, nice day. All the while I will be trying to interpret this dream. Hopefully Tabetha can help me...she is good at that kind of thing.
Offa here. Now.
Today I woke up at 6:30am. Why? Probably because I woke up at 11:30 yesterday. My biological clock is thinking "What the hell?" yes, indeed. Anyhow, I was still a wee bit sleepy, so I tried to go back to sleep, only to hear beeping very loudly. After searching the apartment high and low, I figured out that it was coming from the laundry room and that some jerkoid had again shut the door with all four dryers going. In other words: an alarm clock for the whole fucking building. I left the apartment after hastily getting my track pants on, and sat there and fanned the steam off of it, and opened the door to vent it. It kept beeping. I finally got so fucking pissed that I took the top off of the damn thing and removed the 2 AA batteries that were on the inside of it. The sides of the battery said "Use by March 2004". Yeah. They are dead. Well and truly. I went back into the apartment, and got two half-dead batteries that used to be in the recording console, and went back to the laundry room, put them in, and bingo! No more buzzing! Ok so...EG Woods now owes me about two bucks for the batteries.
I had a weird dream last night, too. I haven't had one this strange or uh...poetic in quite some time. I shall regail you with the tale thusly .
So, the first scene plays out as such: I am hacking down a tree in a yard with an axe. I am quite enjoying this for some reason (why, I am not quite sure), when I get the sudden impression that I am being watched from behind. I turn around and there is an empty beach chair and a table with a book sitting on it. I chuckle because I assume that the person sitting there is friendly and must have just gone off to do something and will probably be right back. I continue chopping. About twenty minutes later, I get the same impression - that I am being watched from behind. I turn around and swear I heard a laugh, but it echoes out and dissapates rapidly. The chair and the table are now gone. There is a bench there now, with an umbrella behind it. There is a person draped in black sitting in the chair. I approach. The person does not speak. I state "You there...either pick up an axe and help me with this tree, or get lost!" The person chuckles and sighs. The top of the hood is covering the face of the mystery person, though the chuckle seems familiar. Old, even. Not in age, but in memory. As I take my hand and thrust the hood off, the bench, the umbrella and the person all disappear. So does the axe and tree.
The second scene has me on a beach, playing in the sand. I am drawing snails in the wet sand near the coastline. I look around and see Tabetha smiling at me at a distance of about 100 yards. She runs toward me, and then hugs me. I shrug my shoulders and give her a kiss. The waves begin to rise and then swell, and then the nice day turns violently bad. All the beach bums run to cars and peel out, and Tabetha insists that we must find Chris because he went off by himself. I tell her that he's probably back at the hotel and we shouldn't worry. She insists however, and as we are looking, twice more I see that chair and table, on the beach in the rainstorm. Each time I try and approach it, the laughter lasts for a second and then fades. Two times more I also see the bench and umbrella with the figure sitting in it, only for it to fade upon approach. I tell Tabetha I am creeped out and we have to go because the storm is getting really bad. She agrees, and we leave Chris a note on our towel: "Bad Storm Hitting. Be in Hotel Room. Bye". How nice of us! LOL.
The third scene has me in a car and I keep seeing the chair and table and the bench and umbrella as we are driving down a highway. Finally, I get the jones to leave the car. I step out and approach the bench and umbrella, which is sitting in a drainage ditch off the roadway. The chuckling ceases and the shrouded figure starts coughing wildly. The instinct is firstly to help this poor unfortunate, so I get down in the ditch, and I pick up the figure, and lift the hood back and it's...for a split second...the face of my old friend Ian. The face disappears and the coughing ceases as I reach Tabetha and Chris at the roadway, both of whom look perplexed that I should crawl down into a ditch to retrieve a black hoodie. The hoodie has writing on it: "Help Me". Something that has Tabetha and I curious, and has Chris standing there complaining that we are stopped.
The fourth scene has me, back in the yard chopping that tree down again. Nagging suspicions finally come true, and I turn around and the chair is occupied! I run to it, happy that this mystery will finally be solved. I stand there and clear my throat to get the attention of the person. The person looks up and it's my mother. I stand there, scared and befuddled, the exact reaction of seeing someone who's been dead almost nine years. She smiles and hands me an envelope. The envelope is gray, and looks like an old photo. The thing of it is, only serious dreams come in this type of context to me. They mean something. Either they prognosticate the future, or they invariably will mean something at some point. My mother is sitting there, smiling, then begins to talk! She never talks in my dreams. I hear her voice, for the first time in about nine years, and it's intoxicating. Strangely, of all the things i'd want to say to her, and all of the things that I would want to know, I utter just one word: "Cow" before she vanishes. I stand there, and the bench and umbrella come back and I feel compelled to open the envelope. "Help Your Friends, Jason" is what the note reads. I scratch my head, and lift up the hood. Faces of Haji, Chris, and, for a long while Ian flash across the empty void.
I woke up from the dream and heard the beeping. That was about the impact of the morning. Think I will now go and lie down in bed with Tabetha for a bit more, and then eat some breakfast, watch TV for a spell, and then take a shower, put on some clothing, and get rocking on this fine, nice day. All the while I will be trying to interpret this dream. Hopefully Tabetha can help me...she is good at that kind of thing.
Offa here. Now.