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Monday, July 18th, 2005

I dreamt last night that I was moving out of my childhood room in upcoming months for some reason (in real life, my mom has already taken over said room and made it into her office), so my sister decided that she wanted my room instead (because it is marginally bigger than hers). She actually started moving into it while I was still there, and didn’t seem to care when I told her that I had to be there for at least two more months.

So, I went to a cafe and was telling my friends about it while we were ordering food. And of course, I now no longer remember what happened in that part.

Anyway, I only am posting this because I’m positive there’s some subconcious thing going on… any ideas? :)

weird dreams (per my usual)

Wednesday, May 4th, 2005

I had two dreams that were notable last night, and might have forgotten them if it weren’t for the fact that I work close enough to the quarry that the entire building shakes every time they blow, making me believe Wisconsin has inherited California’s sense of techtonic stability.

So, obviously, my first dream was about being in an earthquake with my parents and sister, and us climbing through the rubble of a weird version of the neighborhood I grew up in to try to get to somewhere safer. It had a very videogame-esque atmosphere to it (we were going between backyards by walking on tightropes), probably because I’d played so much Psychonauts this weekend. Then the dream morphed into a storyline that included bad people who went through a hole in the ground and wound up, via tunnel, coming out in a house on an island (which I knew because I’d previously made the treck myself). I outed them to the local authority and they cursed me by sending a string of connected Hershey’s kisses after me, which I had to cling onto constantly as I wandered around (even sleeping under trees) until I saw my friends, who were working prison duty of some sort, and threw the kisses into the vault where they retrieved their worky stuff. At which point the kisses all blew up (but they were in the vault, so it was okay).

Cripes, I’m a total freak.

Then I woke up to find myself with Ash asleep lying on my arm, his front paws sticking straight up. :)

a couple of dreams

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

The night before last I dreamt that I was getting a MS in Comics.

Last night I dreamt that I was working on the guinea pig water bottle brush at Brandon’s lab, using their deionized water to rinse off something that looked like the red algae from the movie Sahara, when the lab manager came in and asked me what I was doing there. I was worried that I would get Brandon in trouble, because he had been the one to tell me to feel free to use their DI. They also had Bath and Body Works soap, “Peeps” scented, and it said on the label that this scent had been developed by a famous perfumer with the help of userinfowolfka (it actually used that lj name instead of her other).

I am a freak.

ah, that’s better!

Thursday, January 27th, 2005

Last night I dreamt about a three-layer sandwich on toasted sourdough of turkey, bacon, and assorted toppings. *phew*

dreams that stay with you when you wake

Tuesday, January 11th, 2005

I dreamt last night about stumling upon a house for Brandon and I in the north bay (of CA) that was pretty weird but fricking AMAZING. We found it when it had just gone on the market and at first we thought it only had two bedrooms and one bath, but then I explored it a little more and found 2 1/2 more baths, 2 more bedrooms, and then this HUGE closet area. It was laid out strangely and located in a weird area (it was right near a Restoration Hardware and down the street from another building that was on sale that used to be a brewery) but it turns out that Anna Rembold (old coworker who is incredibly awesome with a side of awesome with awesome sprinkled on top) lived nearby and it was in one of those areas that was rundown but starting to be developed. I was SO EXCITED and so were my parents — my dad even was experimenting with trying to put a boat in the garage.

I woke up and my mind was still wandering through this house, thinking about all the things we could do to it when we moved in. Gah. *waits patiently for 2 years*

I thought I was going to dream about CoH because we played it with Caroline/Josh/Dan, but I think I dreamt about the fact that C/J are getting a new house built right now instead.

um, okay then.

Friday, September 17th, 2004

I had a very freakish dream last night that will probably only amuse myself and possibly userinfodarrenj:

I dreamt that I was at a rap competition and that soce, the elemental wizard was involved. (This is funny: he recently sent me a link to this video and it’s actually GOOD. At least, better than the rap version of the Del Amitri song “Just Before You Leave”.) Anyway, in the dream, he was the only Jewish guy rapping against a bunch of black guys, which made me start spouting off on the issues between blacks and Jews (I was involved, ignorantly, in a panel on this topic in college; there’s a movie about the race riots, etc., that we commented on).

Um, so, yeah, soce.

brain weirdness

Wednesday, September 1st, 2004

I am confused about how much I dreamt last night I actually dreamt, and how much happened. For example, I know that I was awoken by puppies around 5:30 (which is late for them), at which point I turned off the fan so I could listen to to the thunder die off from the storm passing though. However, I also dreamt that the power went out (which I announced to the bedroom as a whole) and that it came on (which I noticed and again announced). I hate not knowing if a) the power went out (well, okay, my machine was still on and I don’t have a UPS, so it didn’t) and b) I actually announced it. Because THESE THINGS ARE OF VITAL IMPORTANCE!

I also dreamt that I was considering moving to Juneau for a new contract position into a house where my grandmother was living at the time (she was moving out if I was moving in). Somehow, in my head, living in this place (which looked suspiciously like a backwater Seattle ranch) meant I would be closer to a larger portion of my family (which in reality lived in Fairbanks, and actually now lives in Kirkland/Bellevue). Somehow, my grandmother really was into Meltykiss candys (the last time I had these, in white chocolate, was when a coworker came back with them for me from Hong Kong, but they’re from Japan. I <3 Japanese candy*!!), and they were sitting on top of the second refrigerator, which had a frostbite problem (according to my mother, who suddenly appeared). Alison == freak (you knew this) * do not buy into the cute monkey on a package of banana Pocky. It’s disgusting!!!1

death, schmeth

Monday, March 1st, 2004

I dreamt last night that I had to kill myself for some reason. In fact, I had to do it twice. The first time, it was in order to restart some event; I guess I was an agent of some sort (I often have dreams of the secret-agent variety) and eating a combination of two japanese foods and saying three characters from the mourner’s kaddish would kill me. So, I did it the first time willingly, and restarted the event and everything was good. Then, one of the other characters in my dream was getting married and I *had* to kill myself for her for some reason, but the first time I tried, I couldn’t remember the three characters from the prayer; then, I didn’t have the right japanese foods (I think it was wasabe and ginger, heh), and it became apparent to me that I just didn’t want to do it again. So, she gave me this weird sponge cake that was reminiscent of a food that a coworker brought back to me from Hong Kong that I was supposed to eat, but I nibbled around the posionous part. B made an appearance right before I woke up as my boyfriend guy (phew, but of course, had it been someone else, I don’t think I’d have posted about it ;) ).

The weird bit about the whole thing was that part of me *did* want to kill myself, mainly because I knew I’d come back the previous time.

food

Thursday, January 15th, 2004

I dreamt last night that I was eating Dippin’ Dots, and I was seriously disappointed that none of the flavors I tried were as good as the strawberry ones I had at Six Flags with Kristina and M.

Weird shit.

in which alison violins

Friday, November 21st, 2003

I dreamt last night that a man (boyfriend? brother? there was no explicit relationship defined) and I were trying to get into a vaudville show in some anonymous town. I have, in real life, been working on memorizing the Vivaldi violin concerto in A minor (allegro), and in the dream I had my violin but not my violin music, so I was going to impress them by playing the part I had memorized.

First, I had to explain to them why this was not a full orchestra piece, and that it has piano accompaniment. (Someone in the dream was being a dick about that for some reason.) Then, I could simply NOT hold on to the violin properly. I also realized that there was tape on this violin, which I know in my dream was caused by the fact that in real life, on Wednesday, I was talking to the little girl whose mom takes a lesson before I do about how lucky she was to have tape, as I’ve been playing for so long that I don’t have it. (When you’re learning to play they put tape on the fingerboard so you know where your fingers are supposed to go.)

Okay, so in the dream I’m playing this violin that I simply cannot hold on to that has tape on the fingerboard. Then, I realize that the reason I can’t hold the violin and shift at the same time is that the violin is a half-sized, and I a full-sized violin. Plus, I KNEW my violin had no tape on it. I spent much of the dream then trying to find my own violin.

Dude. I think about violin too much.

Matt and Kelly

Friday, September 26th, 2003

I dreamt I was in San Francisco with Matt and Kelly, trying to get back to San Rafael (or, really, Larkspur) via ferry. (When I lived in San Rafael, I took the ferry to work every day.) We got to the ferry terminal in time, and I dropped my purse where the people line up in order to go buy us tickets. (In reality, you can’t get to the line-up section until you’ve bought your ticket.) Unfortunately, the ferry that was coming in really went to Sausalito, and the Larkspur ferry for that time was replaced with a van that we just had missed. I was trying to figure out how we were going to get there, because I didn’t want to call anyone to pick us up, and there was an actual boat taxi that I was considering hiring.

Then, Nicky started tapping me on the back to wake me up because he wanted to go out. Is it strange that my dog taps me with his paw to get my attention when I’m asleep (if staring at me doesn’t do the job)?

do not read into this.

Wednesday, September 24th, 2003

Last night I dreamt I was shopping for a wedding dress with my mom and sister. Now, I am quite the adventurous one in our household in reality, but in my dream, my mom and sister were the ones trying to get me to try on non-traditional gowns. The first few were white, but soon, they were coloful and strangely designed. And, there were these really freakish shoes, too.

Um, yeah. So, hi!

he sings well, too.

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003

Last night I dreamt that I was helping userinfonulldevice figure out where his fish pond was leaking. And, I gave him koi as a present.

Friday, September 12th, 2003

Usually I know what inspired my dreams but last night’s… I have no clue.

In the dream, I walked into Molly’s bedroom when she got home from school, and found a new open package of Marlboros on her bed. It looked like the dogs had gotten into them, and I called M in and picked them up to show him. Then, I took them up stairs in a house that suddenly wasn’t this one saying, “Moll, at least you could have smoked something not as bad for you as a Marlboro.” Then, in my dream, the cigarettes turned into Winston Light 100s, which is what my mom used to smoke when I was a kid (before she kicked the habit cold turkey and became one of the most loud, anti-public-smoking people I’ve ever met), and Molly said, “They AREN’T Marlboros.”

Jump to my car. I’m driving, and she’s sassing off in my passenger seat about the cigarettes. I turn and realize that she’s smoking one, so while driving, I wrestle it out of her hand and attempt to put it out, accidentally burning my dashboard in the process. Then, to teach her a lesson about smoking, I stub it out on her hand.

Um, okay then.

The Scots

Thursday, September 11th, 2003

I was talking to someone in my dream about the band Big Country. They were telling me that they thought “In A Big Country” was about something or another, and I explained to them that there was little likelihood of that being the case because of the disenfranchisement of the Scottish people after the fall at Culloden, during which most of the Scottish clans were destroyed.

Um.

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

I had a dream last night that mainly consisted of me trying to get away from scary bad men and also survive a natural disaster without getting killed or munched on by a cougar. And, as of waking up, I was still alive!

I am hardcore! And I could read into this dream, just like you could. Let’s take a moment, shall we? Hm. Ah.

Now I am Sleepy McCuddlyPants.

Thursday, August 28th, 2003

I pretty much dreamt non-stop about spiders last night.
This was obviously started by the spider on my monitor yesterday.
I did not enjoy it.
Urgh.

Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

I just woke up from an accidental nap and I dreamt that my parents bought a low-income housing apartment in San Rafael from someone who was giving it away much as if it was part of a living will. I was visiting with the new people there while there was carpeting being put in and they turned into my cousins and aunt, but my uncle still lived there. (For your reference, these would be my cousins and aunt that live in Hawaii, but Marc wasn’t in the dream — he’s moved out in real life, too — and my uncle Wayne moved out in real life, but was somehow there. David and Ryan were in it too, but they were smaller than I am sure they are now.) The rest devolved into us going out for food and me fighting with my cousin Kitty about how she was pretending to be so wordly when she’s really living in a smallass little town.

I woke up completely disoriented, on the sofa, with Max and Nicky lying on the floor in front of me. I have weird sleepy hair and a weird wrinkle on my cheek and I feel as if I am five years old looking for something to cuddle into.

Must. Wake. Up. Agh! We took Max and Nicky to the doggy park (at Warner park) this morn, which was fun, but Nicky got into the lake a little and then rolled around in dirt and now he smells foul, not pretty like I prefer. I see a bath in someone’s future! Mwahaha!

[Update, 6:15] Both beasts have been bathed by the babe. (Sorry, wanted a little alliteration in there to impress newly-degreed userinfopetit_chou, who apparently is hiring me as a burlesque dancer.) Now they’re eating Greenies and being their good, delightful little selves.

I secretly want to live in a house full of puppies, sorta like those old ladies with cats but not.

Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

I woke up this morning wrestling an alligator in my dreams.

more dreaminess

Friday, August 22nd, 2003

This heat must be screwing with my head, because last night I dreamt two freakish things:

First, I dreamt that I was chatting with userinfoalyska online and then she gave the keyboard over to Justin Currie (the lead singer of Del Amitri, and a big [but cute] dork) who started typing to me about a new four-album set that was being released. It was going to consist of the re-release of Waking Hours and Change Everything (see, even in my sleep I knew that userinfoduetemmo had already done the very first album), a disc of bsides that were so rare no collector had them, and Justin’s side project, an album called Happy Lyrics. (That cracks me up.) However, while I was chatting with him, I was supposed to be going to my own going-away lunch with coworkers to some Thai restaurant that I didn’t know how to get to. Percy (one of the guys on my team) was waiting for me to show me how to get there but he was getting antsy and wanted to leave so I was trying to decide what was more important: talking to Justin or going to my own going-away lunch.

Dude, I’m a freak. And, as you are soon to see, also a big geek.

My second dream was obviously partially based in the fact that during training, the training dude gave us a short history of Java which included a little talk about Sun SPARC stations. In my dream, Frank and Chris, two of the helpdesk guys here, decided to replace all of our machines with SPARC stations without talking to us about how it would impact our development environments. I got (justifiably) pissed off and this dream quickly turned into a nightmare where everyone was treating me like a pariah because I was so unhappy with the fact that they’d do this to us. So, I stomped out of work, then realized that I had forgotten my umbrella, walked back in to get it, and then really stomped out. However, weirdly, work was actually in some building I’d never seen before.