Art Event

A couple nights ago I dreamed that I was working for some nonprofit organization. We met in a large sparse room and did whatever we did. We were throwing some sort of art benefit or event, and were en route. On the way, we came to a spot in which there was about a ten foot wall, then the land behind it had a chain link fence.

We had to get through somehow and took two different routes. One seemed a bit easier but proved ineffective. I tried the more difficult route. It involved climbing up a stone blocked structure which angled in such a way that you had to rely only on your arm strength to get up.

I was the first to climb and others joined after, all falling off. I found myself close to the peak and straining vigorously. I know not whether I made it up; however, I do know that I made it to the event.

The event was held in a large open space and had sculptures, performance artists, and a live band. There was also a swimming pool.

The band of visual artists began playing and apparently Reed was at the event and we both stood and observed. I was rather excited, because the band started playing "Bohemian Rhapsody."

From there, I went on to swim, but I couldn't find my swimsuit and had to give up on the idea.

Fin.

Office Episodes in Bottles and South America

Last night I dreamed that I went to South America on some type of missions trip with people from my school. I know that Joe Smith was there and also Dorene H.; everyone else was a blur. We were in Sao Paolo, but not Brazil. I think we were in Paraguay or Bolivia.

In my dream we were working with the kids. Apparently we were trying to teach them English, but we were doing so by showing them episodes of The Office. The episodes were stored in water bottles with a red tie around the cap. We hoped they would be interested in the episodes and seek to learn the meanings of words so they could understand the show.

Apparently the episodes were all burned copies and we didn't feel comfortable distributing them. However, the children fell in love with the show so much that they wanted our copies of the shows. We gave in and said our good byes.

For some reason, the kids came with us to the airport, and though they weren't coming back with us, we wanted to get them back through security for some reason. Dorene was at the head of the pack talking to the security guards. She left and that left me in charge.

In perfect English and accent, the guard asked me "Do you speak Spanish?"

"Yes, a little."

"Then you will do well to use as much of it as you possibly can."

So, I began in Spanish and delineated why we were in the country and who we were. I blanked and could not remember how to conjugate into anything other than the present tense. He was pleased with my answer and let us go, but not without taking my glasses. Later I saw another guard with a pair of glasses in his left hand and I asked him for them.

He gave me the glasses, which were sunglasses, and not my own at all. He said that it was much better for me to have some glasses than none.

And we went on our way.

Chicago Dine and Dash

The past two weekends (in real life) I have spent in Chicago, whether intended or not. This weekend I spent it there only in my dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was in a Spaghetti Factory in Chicago (however, it resembled the spaghetti factory in Omaha's Old Market). And though it looked like a Spaghetti Factory, it also was an Olive Garden.

I was there with a large group of people, presumably some class or something. Well, after we placed our orders, there was a sort of intermission, and we all went outside. When we came back in, we found that only a few of the tables had salads on them. So, I began rearranging the tables to switch that with the salad with the table I was seated at. Apparently, this was much more reasonable than moving the salads themselves.

The tables were shaped like the salad plates that I currently am helping to make with my summer job with a potter. With all the moving of tables and such, I don't recall eating, or getting my meal. I do recall leaving.

Afterwards, I wondered if I had dined and dashed (minus the dining, so more like ordered and dashed). I was relating my concern to Kyle Wyatt, while we and more of the larger group ate sushi.

We left the place, only for me to fear that I had dined and dashed yet again. When we left, we both grabbed our bikes, because we wanted to save gas money and the environment. We began biking through what looked to be North Park in Story City; however, it was filled with mounds for BMX. This didn't phase us, and Kyle especially, I would get too scared to go down the steep hills, and when I told him about it, he confessed that he had wet himself while going down one rather steep hill.

From here I biked alone along a highway. The highway was made of what resembled acrylic gold shag carpet, and the hills which bordered it were clumps of glittering asphalt. I became very fatigued cycling...

Spinelli

Saturday night, I dreamed about being lost in a mall (this isn't too unusual; whereas I can make my way around large cities in foreign countries quite easily, malls whip me). Within the mall was a number of concert halls as well as what I believe was a train station (not unlike Termini).

I was wandering around the mall trying to find a certain place. Apparently I was so lost that I forgot what I was looking for. While I was walking, my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and found that Spinelli was calling (remember the show Recess, yeah, that Spinelli).

I answered the phone and found out that Spinelli was no one other than Anna Penner. She wanted me to meet her for lunch the next day, but I couldn't because the mall I was in was apparently in the Twin Cities, and Anna's in Iowa. I was really bummed because I wanted to meet Spinelli--even though I already know Anna pretty well. Finally, we agreed to supper.

Spinelli from Recess

I normally have dreams with interesting plot lines and nonsensical events.  However, I do always act in character.  Once I dreamed that there was a widespread transportation disaster and I thought Seth was dead.  I then saw him wearing a neon green shirt in the hallway and my heart leapt in the knowledge that he was indeed among the living.  I had an intense desire to run up and embrace him.  However, in our normal relationship we didn’t hug often.  As such, in my dream I didn’t.  This is odd, for there seems no better time to hug someone than when they seem rescued from the dead, yet I acted in character.

Bald

Sunday night my dream took place in two different Northwestern buildings connected by Ames' Grand Avenue. In one building I began to shave my head. I don't know why, somehow I thought it would look amazing.

In the midst of my head shaving, I had to go to the other building. My head was about 1/6th shaved, and I combed over the rest obnoxiously. When I got back to the aforementioned building, Caitlin M. was waiting there for me. Apparently I was to shave her head too.

However, in the gap of time I realized that I looked absolutely awful with a shaved head. But what was I to do with having a very noticable portion gone? Well, my brain had already come up with an answer. An answer that could actually be accessed in real life. I was going to knit a bunch of wigs for myself. In fact this very pattern came to mind: http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATThallowig.html

(I don't know Caitlin, maybe it's a premonition of next year...)

Lab, Concert, Forest

Lately my dreams have been less surreal, and more including random people I know. This may be because I am so far away from you all. Well, here's the dream from last night...

It began in a science lab set in a library. I had the feeling I was at Northwestern, but I didn't recognize anyone. There was a guy there who seemed familiar.

Next Scene: Reed's apartment (apparently I can see into the future). I was recounting the event, and Reed told me that the person I recognized was one of the band members from the concert we had seen in Rome.

My dream then did a flashback to the aforesaid concert. However, this concert was in the midst of a forest of birch trees. As my memory recalled the concert, I realized the guy in the lab was the bassist on stage left.

Then Reed and I proceeded to walk from the forest. Before me was a brown paneled wall which had two vertical columns of black and white photographs. These were various pictures of Josef B's face (and long locks of hair) and had been taken in that very forest.

Before me were those photographs having been compiled into a single frame. It was an abstracted mass of vertical lines in pastel/neon coloration. Reed and I then discussed my colorful composition. I think I then ran into Josef as I continued to exit the forest along with all the concert goers.

Cards

The first thing I remember about my dream last night was Adam R. (from high school) filing down the deck of his skateboard. I thought it was ridiculous, because how would he get any traction to skate?

The next thing I remember was a being at a campus event. Part of this was playing cards. At the table I went to was already seated Benjamin P. (from NWC) and some girl. At the next table over was Jimmy R. (from high school), and soon Ben P. (from NWC) came over to play. I don't remember much, except that whichever game we were playing, Benjamin P. has a 6 and 8 of spades, and needed a 7 of spades, which Jim slipped him under the table.

I don't recall being too upset about it.

McDonald's

Last night I dreamed that I was back in Minnesota. I was going to take out one of my ACR resident's to McDonald's. Apparently Sam H. (from NWC) also worked at the house I work out and was going along. McDonald's has this special where you won a meal if you could find parking spots of the same color arranged like an "L" tetris piece.

Sam and I were helping the resident to locate these L's. At one point the parking lot was translated into a table for the ease of the hunt. Eventually the L was found and we went into McDonald's to claim the prize. Included were drinks, a bag full of fries and a blue hot dog and bun inside a normally colored bun.

One of the women who was working there called to see if anyone hadn't received theres. I tried to tell her that I hadn't, but she didn't notice and began eating it herself. Then I realized that I had one in my hand. While this was going on, Sam and the resident were at the table. When I joined them Bre and Audra were also there.

En route, I stopped to get ketchup. It was hard to find the ketchup because squirted coffee, pineapple, and other such things were also available in pump form. I finally got the ketchup and the fries were delicious.

Fin.

Florence

Also, Sunday night I dreamed about Florence.

I was living there in the scenic mountains. Apparently there was a guy on the loose who was stealing babies and small children. I was watching my niece Kaitlyn, and he tried to take her from me. He overpowered me and got her, but I was hot on his trail to get her back. I was tromping about Florence (which was actually a mix of Florence and Rome) and I ran into Sarah, Cyndi, Jessica, and Audra (Bre might have been there too). They exclaimed, "Charity, we came to visit you!" Unfortunately I couldn't visit, because I had to reclaim my niece from a criminal.