#5344 - curse of the phara-'uh-oh's
i fell asleep on the couch for the past few hours and just had a dream (or a series of dreams) that were very indiana jones-esque:
there were some parts of the dream before this, but i don't really remember them as well.
if i were indiana jones, then bruno_boy was my marcus brodie. dave and spelchec and festive and i went to some meeting of a russian culture club, and i saw a sign that gave details on how to make a "russian phosphorous computer". i asked dave what a "russian phosphorous computer" was or what it did, and apparently it was just a black box with a porthole where you could see different fluorescent blobs float around, as if it were a lava lamp. i said "that's pointless, there's only one reason to have a russian phosphorous computer: to drink!", which is precisely what you shouldn't say in the middle of the russian culture club's meeting filled with ex-KGB agents.
the room got silent, and a big russian guy came over and sang some song in russian, but kept pushing me hard from behind into the shelf of this museum display, bruising my chest and ribs. after he did that for a bit then he was satisfied and left us alone. i started to check out the museum display, and as i tried to make sense of it michelle kept following me around chewing gum with her mouth open and pissing me off (i can't stand it when people chew with their mouth open) until i snapped at her to quit chewing with her mouth open. she said "ok, i have a wooden disc that i keep just for times like this"… apparently she'd put the wooden disc in her mouth to keep from chewing with her mouth open? i was confused, but it let me get back to studying the display.
the display was all about the russian guy who beat me up and his escape from the soviet union. it was in very poor english, but it was interesting and entertaining. it had a segment at the beginning about him now, with descriptions painted on. somehow it would update itself to show his current state because there was a section that said "my current favorite person: glenn fitzpatrick", and then had five stars after my name. then again, it could be that's why he didn't kill me when i made jokes about the russian phosphorous computer. it also said something like "i am: very good boy"
the display then it started with a segment about how/why he went from russia to china. "then i went: to china; i was: very bad boy;" somehow from this display i got the impression that he went to china as a panda. as i went down the display, it had different documents about how he was basically forced to be a spy, how he was afraid growing up of the russian military, etc., etc. i tried to take photos of the display, but i kept having trouble with my camera. i tried using my iphone to take photos, but that wasn't working for me either - at one point i tried to use a panoramic app to try to take sequential photos of the display and stitch them together, but when i opened the app its support feature opened and i ended up having a video chat with the old man who developed it about why it wasn't working. :P
then for some reason i was at home, but my family lived inside some giant egyptian-themed thing. at some point i had been cursed, and these giant sarcophagi would float after me, and i felt like i was being constricted all over and had trouble breathing. i just remember looking at some artifact in the basement with my sister anne, and then there was some earthquake or something that started a cave-in, so we ran upstairs and the earthquake stopped. a sarcophagus started following me and i tried to run away, and as i ran up this ramp to the next floor up i tripped and the sarcophagus closed in on me, but other family members ran up and it disappeared. then i saw what seemed to be a silhouette of a cobra go into one of the bedrooms, so we ran to see if we could get it but everything that we thought that might have been a cobra turned out to be something totally benign, meaning it was probably still loose in the room somewhere. one of our cats started to paw as something (whatever it was, it wasn't the cobra), and anne started to cry because her bedroom was in the area where the snake disappeared, and then i woke up.
and now i should be in bed, but i'm wide awake! great. :P
there were some parts of the dream before this, but i don't really remember them as well.
if i were indiana jones, then bruno_boy was my marcus brodie. dave and spelchec and festive and i went to some meeting of a russian culture club, and i saw a sign that gave details on how to make a "russian phosphorous computer". i asked dave what a "russian phosphorous computer" was or what it did, and apparently it was just a black box with a porthole where you could see different fluorescent blobs float around, as if it were a lava lamp. i said "that's pointless, there's only one reason to have a russian phosphorous computer: to drink!", which is precisely what you shouldn't say in the middle of the russian culture club's meeting filled with ex-KGB agents.
the room got silent, and a big russian guy came over and sang some song in russian, but kept pushing me hard from behind into the shelf of this museum display, bruising my chest and ribs. after he did that for a bit then he was satisfied and left us alone. i started to check out the museum display, and as i tried to make sense of it michelle kept following me around chewing gum with her mouth open and pissing me off (i can't stand it when people chew with their mouth open) until i snapped at her to quit chewing with her mouth open. she said "ok, i have a wooden disc that i keep just for times like this"… apparently she'd put the wooden disc in her mouth to keep from chewing with her mouth open? i was confused, but it let me get back to studying the display.
the display was all about the russian guy who beat me up and his escape from the soviet union. it was in very poor english, but it was interesting and entertaining. it had a segment at the beginning about him now, with descriptions painted on. somehow it would update itself to show his current state because there was a section that said "my current favorite person: glenn fitzpatrick", and then had five stars after my name. then again, it could be that's why he didn't kill me when i made jokes about the russian phosphorous computer. it also said something like "i am: very good boy"
the display then it started with a segment about how/why he went from russia to china. "then i went: to china; i was: very bad boy;" somehow from this display i got the impression that he went to china as a panda. as i went down the display, it had different documents about how he was basically forced to be a spy, how he was afraid growing up of the russian military, etc., etc. i tried to take photos of the display, but i kept having trouble with my camera. i tried using my iphone to take photos, but that wasn't working for me either - at one point i tried to use a panoramic app to try to take sequential photos of the display and stitch them together, but when i opened the app its support feature opened and i ended up having a video chat with the old man who developed it about why it wasn't working. :P
then for some reason i was at home, but my family lived inside some giant egyptian-themed thing. at some point i had been cursed, and these giant sarcophagi would float after me, and i felt like i was being constricted all over and had trouble breathing. i just remember looking at some artifact in the basement with my sister anne, and then there was some earthquake or something that started a cave-in, so we ran upstairs and the earthquake stopped. a sarcophagus started following me and i tried to run away, and as i ran up this ramp to the next floor up i tripped and the sarcophagus closed in on me, but other family members ran up and it disappeared. then i saw what seemed to be a silhouette of a cobra go into one of the bedrooms, so we ran to see if we could get it but everything that we thought that might have been a cobra turned out to be something totally benign, meaning it was probably still loose in the room somewhere. one of our cats started to paw as something (whatever it was, it wasn't the cobra), and anne started to cry because her bedroom was in the area where the snake disappeared, and then i woke up.
and now i should be in bed, but i'm wide awake! great. :P