dream!
the flip side of reality
sunday, may 6, 2007
new oceana, NJ
I'm on a flight with tow others... maybe Steve Kefalas and Jonathan? We're coming back from a week of working somewhere in the Northeast. I have the impression that our plane will stop somewhere and then continue on to California (San Diego, I think) so when it lands, I stand up from my aisle seat to let them out, and I stay put. They never return. I try to make a call on my cell phone but we have landed on a little island just off the coast of New Jersey (maybe it's even a peninsula) called New Oceana, which is actually not a part of the US (maybe it's a British commonwealth?). This plane is actually headed for Richmond or New Orleans...bah! What a silly error. And since it's already taxiing, they won't let me off. I'll have to spend the night in yet another city and fly home the following day.
In a later dream, in a land of front porches, Mike Crowe comes to visit for a week and HE misses a flight back and stays with us for a few extra days. The night before he leaves he asks Karen to help him write an autobiographical piece.
saturday, may 5, 2007
playa time
It's never terribly important to remember the details of a Burning Man dream... they all involve endless wandering and openness to discovery.
friday, may 4, 2007
wee'uns and the public hairwash
I'm in a small house, just two rooms, with a group of boys. A few are my age, and my father is there, and the rest are early teens and younger. We're trying to play softball, indoors. My dad is pitching to me, and there is just not enough room to swing a bat. Even when I'm able to navigate the walls and furniture, small boys are hanging around, right over home plate, even. They remind me of the wee'uns in Lord of the Flies, the helpless toddlers who walk around crying with runny noses and who need to be fed. (Ha, I think I remember that Simon was the one taking care of them). Anyway, after a dozen bad pitches and almost striking out on fouls, I manage to hit a ball and nobody else, but in the tiny confines the ball is gathered very quickly and I'm called out by an eight-year-old. I know that it's a fair call but I'm frustrated by this point and I take a "well, if the umpire calls me out, then I guess I'm out and I can't do anything about it" attitude.
I'm in the next room, watching a computer screen with is transmitting the signal from a video camera in the next room. They don't know I'm watching as they play with the camera and point it at various people and objects sitting and working outside. Then I see Steve Kefalas through the camera (they don't see him because they are too short to see down over the sill where he is sitting. I catch him trying to play a joke on us... he has a caulking gun full of mayonnaise and is going to pretend to be spying and masturbating. It's supposed to culminate in a squirt of mayo on the window to freak everyone out.
I'm outside somewhere and there is a faucet where you can wash your hair. You pay a quarter and the water sprays for a finite amount of time. It's a big enough flow rate for two heads of hair, but the duration is only good for half a hair-washing. I rinse and lather up (no one else is around to share the shower when I'm there), and the water shuts off. I don't want to waste more water, so when Hannah from UCSD shows up I wash her hair for her, too, very quickly to avoid doing another cycle, since now there is suddenly a long line.
Conan has been out all night, and the next morning I'm at a big thrift store around the corner. It turns out they gather lost animals here in an area behind the counter, and there he is! I have to get permission from a manager to walk back there.
thursday, may 3, 2007
PowerCarHood
after a big meeting, i invite tom (our ceo) to stop by and see the progress of my project (the T5). I step him through all the inns and outs of the current project, from UL woes to module-module interconnect.
Afterward, I go to a company-wide party in a banquet hall somewhere. The company has a strange gift for everyone that the top brass are really excited about-- car parts. Everyone gets the shell of the front of a car-- hood, bumper, doors, all connected together. White, with the PowerLight logo on each door. The idea is you remove these parts from your existing car and slap this on, so now you have a PowerLight car. Nifty, I suppose, but it's a little weird that a renewable energy company is promoting car use, and what are the chances that this will fit anyone's car? Will they all just get thrown out? I don't even think it'll fit on my little Metro.
From a pile of books and magazines, I clean them all out except for one issue of National Geographic, about children.
wednesday, may 2, 2007
in the realm of free food
i check in late to a camping-style hostel in a dirt lot. It's pretty full, but someone lets me put my tent RIGHT IN the RV or back of a van he shares with his girlfriend. Very nice of them, but I'd rather not invade their privacy, and have my own. By morning it's not a van but under a picnic table where I've pitched the tent and there is a plate of free food out, including some amazing and soft brownies. It's only because I'm up early that there are plenty to go around.
Many other dreams.
I stop in a sandwich shop to get some lunch and the woman behind the counter is stresses out and very busy. Looks like she's the only one working, and isn't happy about it. But she's very nice and it looks like she's laid out food on a big table for people to just take what they want, possibly for free? Yum, breadstick.
tuesday, may 1, 2007
on presidential position-taking
Some midwesterners have come to visit, probably for work, maybe it's a convention. They leave the room momentarily and unexpectedly a middle-aged Asian cook with a very heavy accent comes out of the kitchen to remark about how peculiar their accent is. He even does an imitation of Midwestese, and it is hilarious to hear it buried underneath his own thick accent. But he is aware of this, and rather asks me to imitate them with some "Oh ya"s, so he can point out what he means. He is very sharp and observant, and goes on to talk about language and when someone does and does not pick up accents and vocabulary. The example he then uses is what if he lived in Rome, during the fall. How much of the barbarian language and inflection does he learn, or does he retain all his proper Latin usage?
Clinton comes to speak at a presidential function, and George Bush, when asked to comment about it, says something critical, which contradicts something more forgiving he had said previously. Now he wishes he had never said anything at all, since once a president says something, it can never be undone. Better to remain without a position until you absolutely must, and then this must be done with care.
monday, april 30, 2007
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