Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Swedish Maybe

Had a dream that Brett was hiking in a forest in the Alps or something. He was comically over equipped. including a neck warmer with a big maple leaf knitted into the fabric. He was hiking in a wooded hill in autumn, being watched by a series of cameras from which I had the vantage point. He was hiking with that sense of confidant assurance Brett has until he was suddenly surrounded by a number of Swiss wearing neon yellow parkas and beanies. They confronted him and said, exaggeratedly  "NAAAAAAAAME?!" They arrested Brett and made camp. I was watching from across a river (Although that was just my vantage point, I wasn't actually in the dream.) The Swiss (or maybe Swedes) were all sitting around and one of them produces a comically large submarine sandwich (perhaps Swedish meatball sub.) They were all about to dig in, all aloof, until someone realized Brett had escaped. Alarmed, they all start jabbering in Swedish and running around at the same time trying to find Brett. They finally discover Brett because he's laughing uproariously while playing with a dog on the ground, totally unconcerned.

A Red Suit

Had a dream that Tim Otto was upset with me but couldn't articulate it very well. Then I was competing in some kind of extreme game show/role playing game. I was standing quietly behind a podium while a Frankenstein in a red suit and a mummy competed against me somehow. Maybe using words.

Hard Times

Had a dream that Tom from GGU owed me $100 dollars or something. I made a deal with him where I would forget the debt, as long as he let me borrow his cool gadgets (he had several) He consented, and I was in a train station in South SF. Tom had lent me this cool gizmo that would scan a grid of land, and then project a 3D holographic depiction of it in miniature. I thought this was rad ad was trying to make it work when I was distracted, maybe by Nathan. Once I realized I didn't have the projector, I went looking for it and the blanket that I had lost. A homeless man at the train station said I could have them back if I encouraged his son, who had fallen on hard times because of bad decisions.

Grad Schools

Had a dream that I was sleeping on the couch at home. I think my parents were there too. Fell asleep in the chairs. We were being attacked by a monster or something. I woke up surrounded by empty hot sauce bottles. I felt terrible. Dread. I went over to write this down so I would remember the details. Then I woke up and wrote this.

ps. I remember now that I had been applying to grad schools indiscriminately.