Robots in disguise
DREAM LOG #9
I had a dream where I was going Downtown with Kasey, and we went to the San Diego Convention Center. It was some sort of weird art musuem. Everything was all tesselations and fractal patterns. You know, funky math art. She went into the women's bathroom. There was a picture of Brian in the middle of the hallway that I passed on the way to the men's room. I remember thinking that he was some close personal friend of the exhibits owner. He had long hair in the picture. In the bathroom, the sinks didn't have knobs to control the water (I think you had to punch a panel on the wall, or something) and the toilets were the most uncomfortable things ever. They didn't have lids, so you sort of just hovered above them or sat in the bowl. And they were made of corrugated steel.
Later, a bunch of "us actors" (in retrospect, I don't think I recognize anyone there) were talking to Mrs. Rogelstad. She was giving us the following bad news: Our six performances would not be three days on two consecutive weeks, but rather Monday through Saturday the following week. The real kick was that we had school on that following Sunday, for whatever reason. So we were all pissed that we had to go up on a school night, and couldn't have a cast party, blah blah. Actually, if we went up every other night on a school night, I don't see why we only complained about Friday.
Then I was somewhere dark, and someone picked me up in their car and drove me somewhere else. Pen-pen in an airport may or may not have been involved.
I tried to tell Kasey about the play house, but (even though I think she was in it) she was non-plussed. I tried to tell her parents, but they were busy with something elses. As for her house, it was now a condo built into a mountain side. My parents showed up at her house, and they came in through the back door, and they didn't care to hear about it either. Then we all got in a car and drove to a garage sale. It didn't bother me that much that no one wanted to hear it, but I did keep trying to tell people.
IN OTHER NEWS! WOOOO!
I finished Blame!, and it was Feaking Amazing. I liked it a lot, as is evidenced by my new background. I watched the series too, but it was too tripped out for me to handle. I going to hunt down the prequel and sequel like animals.
Kasey finished Eva. Now she needs to watch the movie. I told her that the last two episodes were to the movie like Hamlet's graveyard scene was to the sword fight. She told me she didn't like the graveyard scene, except for the grave-diggers. I told her she was uncouth.
As for Mechwarrior 2, getting it to run on windows XP is fairly complicated. It may take me the better part of this week.
I had a dream where I was going Downtown with Kasey, and we went to the San Diego Convention Center. It was some sort of weird art musuem. Everything was all tesselations and fractal patterns. You know, funky math art. She went into the women's bathroom. There was a picture of Brian in the middle of the hallway that I passed on the way to the men's room. I remember thinking that he was some close personal friend of the exhibits owner. He had long hair in the picture. In the bathroom, the sinks didn't have knobs to control the water (I think you had to punch a panel on the wall, or something) and the toilets were the most uncomfortable things ever. They didn't have lids, so you sort of just hovered above them or sat in the bowl. And they were made of corrugated steel.
Later, a bunch of "us actors" (in retrospect, I don't think I recognize anyone there) were talking to Mrs. Rogelstad. She was giving us the following bad news: Our six performances would not be three days on two consecutive weeks, but rather Monday through Saturday the following week. The real kick was that we had school on that following Sunday, for whatever reason. So we were all pissed that we had to go up on a school night, and couldn't have a cast party, blah blah. Actually, if we went up every other night on a school night, I don't see why we only complained about Friday.
Then I was somewhere dark, and someone picked me up in their car and drove me somewhere else. Pen-pen in an airport may or may not have been involved.
I tried to tell Kasey about the play house, but (even though I think she was in it) she was non-plussed. I tried to tell her parents, but they were busy with something elses. As for her house, it was now a condo built into a mountain side. My parents showed up at her house, and they came in through the back door, and they didn't care to hear about it either. Then we all got in a car and drove to a garage sale. It didn't bother me that much that no one wanted to hear it, but I did keep trying to tell people.
IN OTHER NEWS! WOOOO!
I finished Blame!, and it was Feaking Amazing. I liked it a lot, as is evidenced by my new background. I watched the series too, but it was too tripped out for me to handle. I going to hunt down the prequel and sequel like animals.
Kasey finished Eva. Now she needs to watch the movie. I told her that the last two episodes were to the movie like Hamlet's graveyard scene was to the sword fight. She told me she didn't like the graveyard scene, except for the grave-diggers. I told her she was uncouth.
As for Mechwarrior 2, getting it to run on windows XP is fairly complicated. It may take me the better part of this week.