I started out on a castle spire, talking to a blocky, pixelated fellow who told me, in 1980's style white word ballons with half-millimeter blocky black borders, that this was a program called PerlNotes and that I should work my way down to the dungeons to uncover how the program works, write it myself, and make a million dollars.

That has to be the strangest dream I've had recently.

Tags: dream
Current Mood: curious

I had come into my offices at CompuServe, an experience now a decade in the past, to find two of my then-co-workers, one of them holding a syringe half-full of green liquid. They stood over the body of murdered judge Tasha Yar and tried to frame me for the killing.

But the police determined that my fingerprints weren't on the syringe as theirs were, and my affair with Ms. Yar had been completely public and, while controversial, hardly the sort of thing one would murder about.

I have the strangest dreams sometime.

The funny thing is that I was always much more attracted to Patrick Stewart than I was Denise Crosby, and of the women on the crew my heart belonged to Gates McFadden.

Tags: dream
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Tsukuyomi Moon Phase OST, Main Theme

So, in order to find out if my back problems are caused by an overactive bladder, or vice versa, my doctor has me peeing into a graduated bottle for the next few days.

Last night, like usual, I awoke somewhere between 3:45 and 4:15 and went to the bathroom and did my business, measuring it out and writing the volume down in a little journal via flashlight, then went to bed.

Shortly thereafter, I got up and went again. I was a little confused about why I was wandering into the bathroom when I had just gone. I fumbled a little with the flashlight and the bottle, and then I felt a wetness on my hand as if I'd missed the bottle (ick-- told you it was TMI), but that was impossible, I'd just gone so I had nothing to give and I didn't feel like I was giving anyway. I pushed down the button on the flashlight and saw that the stream was coming out of the flashlight!

I've never had a lucid dream before, but I instantly realized that any situation this surreal had to be one. I turned my head towards the door and tried to say, "Omaha, wake me up!"

And then I learned that there are different levels of volition: one for what I was doing in the dreamworld, and one for what I wanted to do in the real world. I couldn't get the words out! "OooohhhhMMmmmmmm." My mouth was trying to form the words, but it was if my face had hardened like Play-Doh left out too long. "Mmmmmmaaaaaahaaaaaa...." It's like that scene in The Matrix when Smith says "How will you call your lawyer when you can't even speak?" only not as freaky. And then, with a transition so smooth it will be the envy of television programmers everywhere, I was transported to my bed, conscious and mostly puzzled, and intrigued about the whole incident.

Fortunately, I hadn't actually made a sound or moved at all, and Omaha never noticed. I went back to bed, undisturbed either by back pain or strange dreams.

There must be something in that dream, some insight into the nature of volition, that I can use in a Journal Entry. Into the hopper with it!

Tags: dream, personal
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Dagda, Delilah

I dreamed I had to train Carson Kressley to use his telekinetic powers to save a small town in Arizona (which, oddly enough, was also right next to the Pacific Ocean) from an immanent attack by government helicopters which were coming to encase the entire town in a giant mound of solid concrete.

I have to lay off the late-night Klondike bars.

Tags: dream, life
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Laurie Anderson, I Dreamed I Had To Take A Test