Two Dreams

I'm at work. It's a work day. My bosses boss comes up to me and starts talking to me about this new project I'm to take on, one that involves a lot or writing, writing memos, official business, and how it's going to be the new task I'm taking on, and more responsibility for me at work. I guess it had been mentioned before that I would do this, but I had forgot, because that's what happens around here, I forget, and nobody ever mentions it again. Only this time I'm quitting, two months to the day is my last day at work, but I haven't told anybody yet, I figured it wasn't super important yet, it's two months away after all, and I'm on contract, so they already know that my contract is ending. Then my bosses boss tells me that he has cancer, and that's one of the reasons I'm being given this new responsibility, I say something useless about how "awful" cancer is, or that is sucks, or something.

Next, I'm walking to Saskatchewan. With my dad. We're both just walking along the highway. Walking along the Yellowhead, actually. Only in retrospect does it become apparent that, though we're walking to Saskatchewan, that we're walking in the exact opposite direction. It's probably a cloudy summer day, there's green grass, no snow, but no harsh sun beating down on us either. We walk from Edmonton as far as the Highway 43 exit, and then some. I remember thinking, "Oh, maybe we should take a break," and then realizing that if we did stop walking at this point that we've driven ourselves too hard and that our muscles would begin to seize and we physically wouldn't be able to continue on. I realize I've forgotten the keys to the truck. We end up getting to a sub-division which, coincidentally, looks exactly like the sub-division I grew up in. I comment about this, in-dream, and shrug it off to unimaginative urban development. I mean, why wouldn't there be sub-divisions exactly the same as one another? This one is currently being built as well, so really, they're only reusing an plan that hasn't been used in 30 years. We walk up to the house that would be ours, and find a truck exactly like our own. We steal it. Yet we don't? We end up travelling along the road on an exercise bike that, conveniently, also has wheels and can be rode along the highway like a regular bike. I'm in control, my dad is sitting behind me, and somewhere along the line we picked up some lady that they knew. They're sitting on the back of the exercise bike as we approach a turn-off followed by a bend in the road. They're wrapped up in their conversation, and I don't know which route I'm supposed to take, so I end up going over the side and in to a shallow rocky pond. I look behind me to see that my dad and this lady had already jumped off, as I lay there in the water. And then I woke up.

...and then I woke up.

Dream Log, 16 March 2011

Had a dream last night. Bryce was there, dunno why or in what capacity [probably because chicks love anal]. There was an oldish man, maybe I wanted to talk to him? He couldn't talk 'cause he was chasing after these two guys who were stealing a big red [combine harvester? I have no idea what that looks like, but in my dream that's what it was called] machine. The old man grabbed one of the guys and gave him a right hefty throw off the machine on to the ground, where he lay motionless for awhile, whilst the old man took care of the other dude. I walked up to one of them as they were on the ground. He had a little bottle of gasoline--as if they made flask sized plastic bottles you could carry around, for an emergency. He had long greasy orangish hair, and I dumped all the gasoline on him, and made motions as though I was gonna light him on fire. All I had was a Bic lighter, so it would've been more difficult. He started talking some words about how he wasn't really stealing, and it was the old man who was at fault. I don't remember very well. In the end, I decided not to light the man on fire. The last thing I remember before my alarm woke me was the long haired fellow pulling clumps of hair off his head. I think he was sad, I think he was proud of his long greasy hair. It was still long, just not as long.

New Dream

Dreamt last night that me and some others ended up "back in time".
It was 1967, or maybe earlier and hipper. I was excited, because it was an opportunity for me to really put my knowledge of history to good use (ie, to my benefit). There was a group of us that went back in time, people I knew, but didn't, y'know?
I remember hassling, in the lightest sense of the word, some dude about weed, or liquor, only to have him reply that he was in to this new drug, LSD. So naturally I tried to suss out some of that instead.
There was another dude, doing other things, and I don't remember.
There was a woman who came back, and made the mistake of falling in love, and getting knocked up.
For some reason I have an image of a sunny day, on a golf course. Otherwise it's all hanging out inside with dim lights, like a smoking den, all orange and auburn.
I'm not convinced that this didn't really happen in some capacity.

Dreams July 28/29

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Mood Music IV

Depeche Mode - Dreaming of Me.
Early Depeche Mode sounds like it's just a shitty casio keyboard with out-of-tune singing overtop of it. The sentiments are so trite it's nearly impossible to take them seriously, especially since they don't sound like they believe a word they're singing. Maybe it was novel in 1980...