I come, fresh from another dream, that I woke up from, just to record it on my blog as immediately as possible, even though I’ve forgotten much of the dream, as usual. But, I have rescued one more scene of the dream from the garbage dump of my memory before it all gets incinerated to hell. This dream centers on the escapades of Richard and me at some institution of higher education that had some rather derelict buildings, but yet also had some rather nice buildings as well with glass walls in certain places. It felt like the place was called CSUEB even though it had no resemblance to the real life campus at all. The beginning of the dream is obscured, as usual, but I remember Richard and I were being devious bastards because we were stealing thing from the school for some reason that felt really justified in the dream. It was getting to be late night, and security was being stepped up at the place because of this. I remember exiting a nice building into a small glass walled “side room” that led out. I say “side room”, because it was more like a rectangular indentation in the corner of the building surrounded by a curved glass wall, so it wasn’t really indoors, but it wasn’t quite outdoors either. The room held two security guards there, I guess to keep track of who was coming in and out, another door to go into a bathroom, and another door that led into some janitorial closet. Richard was being really tricksy and managed to talk the two guards into using the bathroom at once, while Richard had somehow spirited away a key that opened up the janitorial closet, in which he disappeared into to jack another key. Meanwhile, I was talking awkwardly to two other folks that came in from the outside through the glass wall’s door, one of which was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and resembled Ricardo Sanchez from high school (all these random folk in my dreams, yeah). So I was also able to sweet talk them into the restroom as well (hehe, kinky), and then Richard came out with the key, and we hauled ass out of the building. We were running away from it quite smoothly when I caught eye of two strangers walking around in the dark, and said to Richard we had to make ourselves scarce. Nearby was a derelict wooden wall of a building that had paint peeling, and a door in the middle of the wall, several steps above ground and accessible by a set of stairs. I suppose there was supposed to be building behind the wall in times prior, but I opened the door, we rushed through, and we went down another set of stairs to find ourselves outside, but behind the wall. One of the strangers looked familiar to me though, and Richard confirmed her as Ms. Quaide (loads and loads of random NPCs here). We continued our smooth running down a hill when all of a sudden I got a nosebleed, except instead of all blood, I was leaking a nasty combination of blood in thick, thick mucus. We stopped running around a set of benches, where the dream ended.
I had another dream a couple of days earlier, involving me riding a red unicycle with a couple other folks in my dream whose faces I don’t remember. We were riding through a big city that had a somewhat long, winding tunnel through it (which of course we rode through, why else would I mention it or even remember it). At first I think I had trouble with the unicycle but after a short while I was riding like a pro, and it felt as if I were as free as I felt in the roller skates dream. The unicycle felt like it controlled like a bike (makes no sense, no steering mechanism, not even sure how unicyclists make turns). Our ride took us to these bogs where apparently fights were taking place or something. I remember being bare feet and sort of floating in the boggy water, not wanting to touch bottom because of the nastiness I perceived that the bog bottom would be resident to, so I tried getting on my knees on the bog instead. I also remember somewhere in that dream Jeremy Hosmer (coincidentally rides a unicycle+random face in the dream as well).
So today, we went to San Tung. Kery couldn’t make it sadly, but the food was just as good, quite enjoyable. I guess going there on a Thanksgiving day messed with my expectations though, since the place was positively packed when we got there today, with an interesting waiting list wherein we wrote a name down on a whiteboard and waited to be called. In fact, the whole neighborhood was much more lively, with people walking around, unlike Thanksgiving, which makes sense, since most folk are with their family that day. Still, totally discolored perceptions as I thought it wouldn’t be that crowded. However, we lucked out, and we got seated in their “party room”, a room in the back that fit one large table. Not very impressive, but restaurant was small and crowded, and the privacy was pretty awesome (and I’m sure Elvin liked that plug in the room as well for his newfangled smartphone).
Break is coming to an end for most of my friends; they only have a week left around here sadly. I guess that means I’ve got plenty of time to get some sort of work done…I am not looking forward to the next semester, ochem lab can only be disastrous. I do hate melting points evaluation and NMR and recrystallization and all that crap, all of which will probably be there to slap me in the face again. At least I’ve been able to squeeze it into 3 days, I suppose.
Ok, I think I’ve fucked up my sleep schedule enough tonight, I collapsed around 8 or 9, dreamt, then awoke feeling the burning desire to blog about that dream, and so I did. And now we are here at 2; damn. So perhaps a bit of Dead Rising 2, and then bedtime (yeah, I’m just terrible).
Listening to: Hideyuki Fukasawa – Theme of Vega -SF IV Arrange-. Vega being the dictator.
southern accent man vs COMMODORES OF THE FREE AIR
