tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46107520762435749842024-03-14T00:22:05.099-07:00Beyond The Wall of SleepSometimes at night I have dreams while I am asleep. Sometimes I write them down on this notebook that I keep next to my bed. Sometimes I put that stuff on the internet.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-25873836243008717482013-01-09T16:45:00.001-08:002013-01-09T16:45:51.353-08:00Swedish MaybeHad 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.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-58987836091464075242013-01-09T16:37:00.004-08:002013-01-09T16:37:58.417-08:00A Red SuitHad 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.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-78874729705063201902013-01-09T16:36:00.003-08:002013-01-09T16:36:34.338-08:00Hard TimesHad 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.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-4791779118214549342013-01-09T16:32:00.000-08:002013-01-09T16:32:47.133-08:00Grad SchoolsHad 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.<br /><br />ps. I remember now that I had been applying to grad schools indiscriminately.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-21724240602002966102012-08-16T10:25:00.003-07:002012-08-16T10:25:56.413-07:00A Bee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Had a dream where I was talking to Justin and a girl like Carly about how much like Carly she was. We were in a mall and I was trying to go down a spiral staircase by sliding down it. Then I had a bee in my hair. I panicked and woke up panicked. Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-9852907830395118622012-08-13T22:32:00.003-07:002012-08-13T22:32:58.404-07:00Very DisrespectfulHad a dream that I was imprisoned on an island with other convicts in this insane idiocracy totalitarian state. Ludwig Wittgenstein was imprisoned there only he was this 19 year old kleptomaniac who had been on the run for two years in waking life. We spoke. It was very Hannibal Lector-esque. In the end, he was killed by a guard with a mental disorder who had a gun. He was incredibly smart. Also, Zoe walked in on me going to the bathroom and didn't even apologize or leave. Very disrespectful. Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-77352711638718724482012-08-13T22:26:00.002-07:002012-08-13T22:26:43.089-07:00RioHad a dream that Rio and I were arguing about something. I was trying to change the broken light bulb in our room with an egg*, but I couldn't figure out how. Rio was trying to help but was making it worse. <br /><br />* This sentence is barely legible in the notebook. Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-16238809621664632272012-08-13T22:24:00.000-07:002012-08-13T22:24:54.768-07:00Self-Driving CarHad a dream that I came home to Paradise and everything was different. Mom and Dad had gotten a new dog and a new little kid. And they gave away my car and got me a new one that drove itself. There were moving in with this hippie lady and a bunch of other people. Dad had converted to Islam, he told me to go to the store to get chai. I didn't like it. Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-55896931884878199312012-08-13T21:32:00.001-07:002012-08-13T21:32:28.036-07:00GrapesScotty eight! Scotty eight! It's me! You ate the grapes Scotty! <br />I ate them when my mom came home. Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-85342498326537870472012-06-03T01:34:00.001-07:002012-06-03T01:34:21.619-07:00Shalom<br />
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</div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-80672631245901308382012-05-21T07:19:00.003-07:002012-05-21T07:19:54.029-07:00Movie Night<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Had a dream that I was an hazardous materials environmental dry suit diver. Me and one other guy, possibly the guy from The Hurt Locker, had on green H.E.V. suits. Morgan Freeman was the technician on hand. There was also a lady scientist and an old man. We were in the Warehouse from "Synechdoche New York." The old man went on about Freud. We went out to start the job but my partners suit had a leak so we called it off. But the four of us were in my neighbors yard and it was raining. It was flooded with giant, deadly poisonous "Taeshi Shark"* My jerk partner purposefully stung me and the lady doctor several times. I ran inside to check the internet for an antidote as I began to swell up. Then I woke up.</span></span></div>
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</div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-58652504084283384332012-05-16T06:08:00.000-07:002012-05-16T06:08:06.909-07:00Sweater<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Had a dream that Nate, Myself, and the teachers at my school went to a restaurant in Alexandria. We all had fun for awhile, then I went to my home which was a church, which was in an old mansion. Tim had stayed up to wait for me. Suddenly, I was in my underwear. Caleb and Lindsay were there to say Hi. Then a bunch of old black ladies showed up. I was embarrassed and tried to put on a sweater to be decent. Caleb said, "You're making this awkward for everyone."</span></span></div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-29068209324158984142012-05-16T06:03:00.001-07:002012-05-16T06:05:14.169-07:00Star Wars<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Had a dream that I was in college. I stole a handicap accessible car to get to a swimming class taught by Mr. (Illegible ... Kanye?) that I was late for. The whole class saw me and made fun of me because there were star wars toys inside. I thought, "I deserve this."</span></span></div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-24104709389556315562012-05-16T06:01:00.001-07:002012-05-16T06:04:51.238-07:00Water Balloon<div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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a dream there was a huge water balloon fight at church. With Mikey,
Jamie, Jimmy Wright, Jimmy Alderson, etc. We needed to keep our balloon
safe but mine exploded in my hand.</span></span></div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-11539705646544728742012-05-12T06:42:00.003-07:002012-05-12T06:42:58.259-07:00KittenHad a dream that I found a white baby kitten in an arcade and rescued it. Later, I was investigating a chemical weapons problem that was making people sick and was being hidden by the government. Eventually, I found the old abandoned chemical weapons facility and a bunch of us ran inside. There was a deep cooling bath or something covered in sludge. It was a type of slide that ended in a rancid pool. I saved a guy in the chemical pool by monkey climbing a chainlink fence. Was covered in chemical waste. Decided to keep the cat.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-65996540656189204332012-05-12T06:37:00.000-07:002012-05-12T06:37:27.180-07:00Architecture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Had a dream that I was having an argument about architecture with a pretentious man while we played dominoes. I think John Hodgman was sitting next to me and rooting me on.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-50696512217791875642012-05-12T06:32:00.001-07:002012-05-12T06:32:21.719-07:00CraigHad a dream that I stole a car and went on a shooting rampage because I played too much grand theft auto as a kid. Then I somehow kidnapped Barack and Michelle Obama, and Craig, and made them answer personal questions at gunpoint. Apparently, they met on a plane.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-20611149444992678982012-05-12T06:30:00.001-07:002012-05-12T06:30:05.928-07:00EdgarHad a dream that Mitch's dog Edgar was trying to kill me *illegible* was crazy. But then I was at a wedding. Nathan Noiman was there. He was ok, but a little stressed out.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-37320187282587176282012-05-12T06:24:00.000-07:002012-05-12T06:45:48.850-07:00PaycheckHad a dream that Saul was teaching a psychology class. It was college level, but it was full of elementary school kids. It was in an old portable classroom, and it was packed. The kids were being remarkably quiet. He had a strange experiment that involved sour cream, but he kept calling it spinach. Students kept coming in and interrupting him to collect their "paycheck" which was apparently paid in wooden blocks. Saul was getting frustrated.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069342517392544519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610752076243574984.post-78958915091979877462012-05-12T06:11:00.000-07:002012-05-12T06:44:12.851-07:00Bill Nye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Had a dream that I met Bill Nye The Science Guy and he was really annoying and unsafe. He kept trying to get me to play some lame Crash Bandicoot game where I played a coyfish. Eventually, he started rough housing with Cory over a box cutter and a pair of scissors. Bill got a little cut and lost his cool. He started waving the scissors around until I grabbed his arm, and real calm like said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> "Give the scissors to me."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> "He cut me!" he kept shouting, "But he cut me!" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> "I know," I said, "I'm going to put them on the table." We locked eyes and things got real tense for a second. Then I woke up. </span><br />
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