Kevin's Watch

NOWgirl's sig wrote:Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. And strong. And better than you.

NOWgirl, this sig of yours sounds just like someone I know This person, in fact:



Unfortunately for you, she thinks feminism is pants

I'm gonna get sworded.

Haha, you are indeed

Last night I dreamt that I was a ball boy at Wimbledon. The uniform didn't fit me very well.

A couple nights ago I dreamt all my CDs got stolen. Currently, I'm ripping every one of them to my harddrive.

Last night I dreampt that I won $820 dollars gambling downtown with someone famous and then decided to walk home after the cab company told me it would cost $275 to take me the four miles back. Well, I told them I could fly to Phoenix roundtrip with change on that and that they could bite me.

a) There is nowhere to gamble downtown. b) Gambling is against my religion and c) I'm still very frustrated because the famous person was a really cool guy and I can't remember who in the HELLFIRE he was!!

I dreamed I randomly met a girl who lived round the corner, and we got on really well. Then she kept trying to hold onto me and be couply and I had to repel her and remind her I have a girlfriend. Then she became a big spider. Then she changed back and looked in a mirror. I woke up.

Wow. That's pretty interesting. Did it have the 'nightmare' quality?

No, it actually all felt very mundane. Even the spider.

I had a dream that I was a unicorn. A Unicorn. Does no one get the horror of this?

Haha, I can imagine how disturbing it would be for you to dream of being a unicorn.

I just remembered that the really cool famous guy kinda reminded me of: Buffalo Bill- it was Sam Elliot!!! (he's so damm cool...)

i keep dreaming of this house. it has many guises, but i always know that it's the same house. and it's dark, too dark. and something bad has already happened there, and something worse is going to happen. i've been having this dream for some twenty years at least.

Oooh. I dream of a house too--a huge house, with many floors and really long winding corridors and staircases--some wide and open and some narrow to the point where you feel like you are being squeezed when you go down them.

The house has a feeling of disuse about it--and it's always gloomy. There is lots of antique furniture, and most of the upholstered furniture is red. There's dust everywhere.

I am almost always alone in this house.

And if you keep going down the stairways--down and down and down--eventually you end up in a endless series of caverns beneath the house.

I am always curious to go down into the tunnels of the caverns, but I never do because I am afraid I'd get lost down there and never find my way back up again.

Which, now that I say that, reminds me that I'm usually trying to find my way OUT of this house, but none of the doors will take me outside. They all just take me into another room--or stairway.

It's disturbing but not really frightening. More frustrating t han anything else.

The house is quite elegant, though in a state of genteel disabile.

I had a dream that involved Tim Currey, but when I was waking up I had a sub-dream that involved Jim Cary.... I think it was because their spellings are similar, and my brain couldn't think of Tim's name... how weird is that?

I had a weird one the other night. I dreamt that my parents were trying to manipulate me into leaving home because they were tired of paying for me.
This was strange because I haven't lived in the house I dreamt of for 20 years; also, my parents broke up four years before that! And I haven't lived with either of them for any period longer than a few weeks since I started work, which is a long, long time ago.

I do also have one reccurring dream, which I get from time to time. In the dream I'm looking for or exploring the caves which are located in a hidden valley just near where I live. The dreams are quite consistent...I can get there by a road that goes through some villages and down a hill, or by cutting through a belt of woodlands off of the main road. I've even made it to the caves a few times.
The valley actually does exist (it's a private estate owned by Lord Verulam, strategically screened by trees so that you can't see into it), but the caves are purely an artifact of my imagination - beats me as to why my subconcious thinks they're there!

I took a nap today after lunch. The main dream I had was pretty weird, but even weirder was I woke up 4 times before I really woke up. It was getting monotonous by the time I really woke up (assuming I really have woken up).

Sylvanus wrote:...(assuming I really have woken up).

No guarantees I'm afraid.

--A

Here's the rest of the dream before the waking up part:

I went to the store to buy my wife some flowers, but when I left the store, all I had were groceries and balloons. I thought that was weird, but oh well, at least balloons are cool. I was walking back to our house (which is along the same route I used to take to walk back from intermediate school), and for some reason, I stopped by this guy's house. I tried calling my wife, but it didn't work since she sold our phone to a friend of hers (who I think was in Hawaii), so I got her machine. Anyway, my wife met me at the guy's house, and we hung around there for a while. It started out as a smallish, 3 bedroom-style house, but by the end of the dream, it was like an Italian palazzo. Some dirty cop showed up and asked if we were hiding anything. I had no idea what he was talking about, but apparently my wife had pocketed a strand of opium or something. He didn't care about that, so we left. While we were leaving, I saw a couple of people I thought I recognized. I was trying to figure out who it was, when I realized my wife had gone a different way. I was heading back towards her when she and some friend of hers started laughing that I was following drag queens. I look back at them, and sure enough, they're drag queens. *shrug* about then, I woke up... the first time.

I've been dreaming about having Peter David write my scripts again, and now it's come true.