I only remember disjointed pieces of my dreams so I will do my best on this.
I remember Vee and I were in her mom's kitchen waiting for her. It felt like a sound stage for a TV show, because the kitchen was lit but everything outside the kitchen, like the living room and dining room were in such dark shadow it was as if they weren't actually there. Vee and I were eating left overs and were waiting for her mom to get home from a party. The colors were vivid. Vee's mom walked in wearing a blue out fit with a blue bandana. She looked as though she was our age. She came in laughing and teased us for eating her food.
The dream somehow transitioned to me being at some sort of hardware store with Vee and her step-dad, Steve. I was having serious anxiety and my chest hurt really bad. It actually felt pretty real. This part of the dream was in black and white, but nothing was truely black, just grey. The building didn't seem real and it was like the checkout lines were in the middle of some vast, grey space. I could see the road we needed to take when we left. It was floating in the grey space as if it was hanging low in the sky, but there was no ground. I tripped over some tires during my anxiety attack, but nobody cared, they just walked around me. I think I was heading to the bathroom to splash water in my face. I don't recall much after that.
The last part of my dream took place in some makeshift comedy club. It really felt like we just built a fort and called it a comedy club. There were some people I thought I knew in my dream that were made up by my brain. we made a camp fire in the middle of the floor and we were getting all philosophical even though it was the middle of the day. The guy tending the fire was named Jason. I explained to him that I thought it was interesting the we know many people with the same names, but when the name is applied to a particular person, it takes on a different characteristic in my mind. The word Jason felt different to me when I thought of this friend, instead of my cousin of the same name. I told him that although I had a cousin named Jason, I thought of him first whenever I heard the name. My comedian friend had been standing in the door way listening and he said that whenever he heard the name Ryan he thought of me first, even though his own name was Ryan. In my dream I felt flattered. Suddenly there was a congregation of people in the club for a meeting. The host of the club was a big Hawaiian guy with a short cut beard. He told us that he was disappointed in the reality show he was working on, because it was supposed to be about comedians, but it had some "so called" comedians like Tracy Ullman. I thought she seemed cool, but I went along with his attitude in antagonizing her and said, "Yeah, it's like they just threw her in as a foil." He didn't hear me say "foil" and thought I didn't finish my sentence out of disgust, so he laughed and agreed.
That is when I woke suddenly at 2:30 AM. Interestingly, Vee had just woken up too. I don't know when woke us up, but neither of us could get back to sleep, so I came in here to write this blog.
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Just incase you wanted to know some random shit about me.
1. What is your occupation? Animator
2. What color are your socks right now? Not wearing any.
3. What are you listening to right now? Coast to Coast with George Noory
4. What was the last thing that you ate? Cafe Rio Salad
5. Can you drive a stick shift? I sure can. My first car was one.
6. What color crayon would you be: Blue!
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Vee
9. How old are you today? 24
10. Favorite drink? Rutherford Ranch Cabernet Sauvignon
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Arena Football
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yeah
13. pets? My boys, Jake and Walter.
14. Favorite food? Thai
15. Last movie you watched? Idiocracy
16. What do you do to vent anger? I swear. . . I guess more than I normally would. . . if that is possible.
17. Favorite Day of the year? July 7th
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? A brief case. I'm not fuckin kidding.
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Spring
20. Hugs or kisses? Hmmmmm I dunno actually.
21. Cherry or Blueberry? Blueberry
25. Current living arrangements? I own my abode.
26. When was the last time you cried? When my dog died last november. Holy shit, that was a long time ago.
27. What is on the floor of your closet? laundry and shoes.
30. Favorite smell? The bouqet of a fat red wine.
31. What inspires you? 3:45 am
32. What are you afraid of? Airplanes
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese
34. Favorite car? Scion XB
35. Favorite cat breed? caleco
36. Number of keys on your key ring? 4, both vehicles and front and back doors.
37. How many years at your current job? One and a half years
38. Favorite day of the week? thursday, friday eve
39. How many states have you lived in? Four
40. Today's date and time? Tuesday June 18 2008 12:54 AM.
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There was a day last week where I was planning to stay up late doing freelance work so I decided to get a nap in before doing so. Vee wanted to take the dogs on a walk while I slept, so I was left alone at home to sleep in peace and quiet.
In my dream I was driving with a work buddy to get some lunch when I thought I was falling asleep at the wheel. I told my buddy that and he was freaking out and yelling that we should pull over so we don't crash. Well I grab ahold of the wheel and tried to turn left at an intersection, but the drowsiness kicked in and we were t-boned. The scene went white and my body felt numb.
I then "woke up" in my bed to the sounds of my dogs. I thought Vee had just gotten home so I called out to her. I heard her giggle and sort of laugh at me for calling her name. I thought that was weird, so I called out to the dogs who usually run to me when I say their names. I was geting no response, which made me a little concerned, so I thought it was a good time to get out of bed and investigate.
I sat up and by the night light in the kitchen I could see that there was a wind blowing through the house. I was really confused so I hurried over toward the door, but I tripped just short of it. I reached up and flipped the bedroom light switch, but instead the kitchen light came on. This freaked me out! It all seemed to incredibly real, but I had read online that one sign that you are in a dream is that the wrong lights will turn on when you flip a switch. In a sort of panic because of this discovery I rushed into the living room where I found that our couches were gone and all that was in their places were flattened cardboard boxes. Walter and jake were standing on the flat boxes and they were cowering away from me as if I looked really scary. The curtains had also been replaced by blankets I wasn't familiar with.
I was yelling for Vee and stumbling around the living room, still not able to believe I was dreaming, because of how real it felt. I turned around to enter the kitchen and I tripped again, this time waking up for real. I was still in bed and I was still alone. It was one of the eeriest feelings ever. And because it felt so real to stand in the living room, when I woke it literally felt like I teleported their or something.
Crazy shit!
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I woke up Thursday morning not really wanting to go in to work. I know that is how most people feel on any given morning before going in, but on Thursday it was a stronger feeling than usual. I really just needed and extended weekend, but I wasn't going to do anything about it, because I would rather save up my vacation days for this Summer.
I pulled in to the office parking lot at about 9:30 am to the scene of everyone standing outside the building and watching as fire fighters went in and came out of the building. I initially thought there was a minor issue like a small fire or something like that.
I parked my car and found a few of my friends in the crowd and asked what was going on. It turned out that a water main had broken underneath the building and to make it worse, the water had cracked the walls and had done enough damage for the fire marshall to declare the building unsafe until further notice.
We were informed of this and sent home to wait to hear when we can get back in the building. I got the phone call from a co-worker letting me know that we couldn't get back in until 10:30 am Monday morning. I really do feel bad for my boss, because I am sure this was a major stress and I also am dreading the fact that they may have us make up the time lost, but I will say that having Thursday and Friday off on such a short notice was a great surprize and I definitely made the best of the time.
It still amazes me how fast a weekend can blow by even when it's an extra long one. Oh well, I just hope it doesn't smell like moldy, wet furnature when I get in to work in the morning.
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For the past couple of weeks I have been tormented with a lack of creativity when it comes to my personal non-paying artwork. I"m pretty sure it stems from working all day and then coming home and doing freelance. I definitely have been burning myself out lately. I'm not complaining, because I enjoy the extra cashola, I just need to figure out some way to free my mind from this creative block, so I can do more comics and animations for my personal projects.
A nice relaxer this weekend will be seeing Bill Cosby live in Wendover, NV with the wifey and a couple of our good friends. I am taking Friday and Monday off of work, so this week I will be celebrating Thursday eve instead of Friday eve. Two four day weeks and a four day weekend sounds like a great way to unwind to me.
Oh yeah, also I found out that our Shitzu, Walter is ticklish and he hates it! All I have to do is tickle him just under his back legs and he freaks out at me and tries to bite. I tried it on Jake too, but he just looked at me like he didn't know what I was doing and was wondering why. I promised not to tickle Walter anymore, but damn it was funny.
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So, I wouldn't consider myself a negative person. I enjoy life for the most part and absolutely love to enjoy a great day. However, I have a hard time being around people who are what I would consider "too happy" in the morning. Sometimes I get to work and I am still trying to wake up and at that time of the morning I would like to just be left alone until my mind kicks in to gear. But, I know people who insist on getting in my personal bubble (which has a wider radius in the morning) and putting their smiley face too close to my still groggy one. I seriously don't want to sound like a grouch here. I just can't stand hearing about how great the day is going to be when I still have 8 fucking hours to go in my work day. It might be something psycological, but when someone tries to initiate an overly pleasant conversation with me too early in the morning, it makes me want to be more grouchy. I do have to say that this only applies to work, because I love seeing Veronica when I wake up and I hope that just by seeing her that moment of the day is pleasant. One of these days I will type up a transcript of one of these convos to illustrate my point, cuz I feel like I am coming off as an ass hole. If you know someone who is just too god damned happy in the morning please let me know, so that I'm not the only one feeling this way.
Anywho, the wine is kicking in so I think I am going to check out for the night. Woohoo 2:53 am is going to bed early for me!
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Maybe I like to torture myself. It definitely seems like I do. I have been up late every night lately, because of the freelance job, but tonight I had nothing to do. Yet, here I am at 4:52 am. I did have a fun time sketching and listening to coast to coast, so it almost feels worth it. The picture in this post may be a dramatization, but I think it accurately portrays how I truely feel.
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