Hippie Colony

I was at a reception that my friend Daniel was putting on.  My brothers and sisters and I found out that there was some fancy, refrigerated tapioca pudding.  We were sneaking it out of the fridge and eating it.  We either got kicked out, or we left.  All of a sudden I was in this hippie colony.  I knew we were in Las Vegas.  It was really hot.  There were busses advertising the release of "The Killers" CD.  Somehow though, the year was about 2002, because that is when that CD came out.  Where I hung out was this area where people just kind of laid around.  Sometimes people didn't have pants on, and I thought that was awkward since city busses kept driving by.

A new office on Rural St.

I was working for the company that I worked for when I was in San Diego.  They called an in-person meeting, and it was to be held in a newly developing area of Orange County, about an hour north.  For some reason, this area hadn't been populated yet.  When I was driving up, I was excited for the news that I envisioned them announcing - that our office would be relocating from San Diego, to this new location.  I looked for Rural Street, and followed the directions to the office.  It was a really nice office, right on the Pacific, with the beach and blue water right behind it.  My anticipation grew, and I started thinking about if my family should move there, or if I should commute from San Diego every day.  Once the meeting started, the higher-ups said that effective immediately, we were all laid off and the company was disbanding.  I drove home puzzled as to why they made me drive up to this meeting at a nice new office, only to break the bad news to everyone.

Mountain Shuttle service

This is all from one night:

Part 1 - somewhere in the mountains with Rachel's mom and Grandparents waiting for a shuttle.  We had too much luggage and were behind schedule so we barely got the last shuttle.  The other ones kept leaving without us being able to get on.  One weird thing about the shuttles was that they had their customer service survey scores published on the side of the shuttle.  When we were concerned about not getting one it was getting cold and we didn't have a place to stay.  We contemplated having me walk to find a classroom or something (it was in the mountains, but seemed like a college campus at the same time).  Once we got a shuttle, I threw away polo shirt in the shuttle trash can since it was filled with baby poop.

Part 2 - I was at USD on vacation with Rachel, staying in some accomodations on campus.  The hotel was nice, but was surrounded by a patio where people were eating and socializing, so there wasn't really any privacy.  Once we saw some friends out there - specifically our friend Craig, we decided to go out and eat with everyone.  The view was really nice and it was warm.  While we were out there, we overheard a smooth talking mortgage broker trying to sell one of the servers of the party a mortgage.  Rachel and I butted in and said that I'd do a better job than he would.

Part 3 - Rachel and I were at an airport.  It resembled the Chicago airport, but I couldn't say for sure.  All of a sudden my friend Ed from high school ran by with a baby.  He couldn't keep the baby quiet.  It wasn't clear if it was his baby or not.  He stopped to talk to us for a second and invited us to dinner.

Rock N Roll

I dreamed that race organizers decided to move the Seattle Rock N Roll Marathon up from June to April.  I also discovered that there was a Social Distortion concert that night.  The two events were related, as the top ten finishers in the race would get to meet the band, go to the concert that night and be introduced on stage.  I decided I had a better chance of being in the top 10 if I ran the half marathon.  I looked up the previous years times and saw that if I was in shape, I should be able to do it.  I just was anxious about if I could get in race shape that quickly since they moved it up to April.

Creek Walking

I was on a creek walking expedition looking for a surf spot.  I was with some sort of boss or co-worker of mine, but it was unclear who it was.  Whoever it was, I'd never met him, and he drove a bare-bones Dodge Neon.  We stopped by another co-worker's office and he had a huge stack of red hot chili peppers concert tickets.  It turned out there was no surf spot because it was a creek, not an ocean, so there wasn't much water.  However, after hiking through the creek we did come across a Dam.  I had a pole that I was using to see how deep the water was.  We thought that the only way to keep going was to break the Dam.  But I secretly knew that we wouldn't have to do that if we used the other software system that our company was trying to make us use.

Trying to land safely

I was flying in a big commercial airline down to San Diego.  But, I wasn't in the passenger section, I was in the cockpit.  My Dad was flying the plane.  We were about to land, when for some reason we couldn't, so we had to pull back up in a hurry.  There wasn't any sort of crash or explosion, but all of a sudden I was falling through the air.  I wasn't falling very fast though, so I had time to think about everything.  My wife Rachel was there with me, and pointed out that if I could try to land on #27, a football player, it would break my fall and I'd be ok.  I missed #27, but landed fairly softly on some green grass.  I found Rachel and she wasn't hurt, but when I asked about my 3 month old son Milo, she said there was no way he could have survived something like that. 

Baseball Tantrum

Last night I had a dream that I was playing baseball in the hallway of a house.  I was up to bat, and the pitcher was not very far away.  He'd wind up and throw, and I'd swing and miss because I wouldn't have time to see the ball.  There were a few people there that I knew - this guy Ryan from middle school that I haven't talked to or seen in years, and my cousin Cam were among them.  After I got fed up with striking out, I complained that the whole thing was a joke.  Actually it was more like I threw a tantrum.  The distance from the pitcher to the batter was supposed to be 45 feet, and instead it was around 8 feet.  That's why I couldn't see the ball.  I demonstrated that the measurement was off by laying down, showing everyone that I was slightly over six feet tall and that obviously, the pitcher was way too close.  We decided to take the game outside.  Then I couldn't find my glasses, so I was worried that I'd come up to bat without my glasses on, which I would need to see the ball clearly.

Muller Chucks the Baseball

I've been meaning to start this blog for awhile.  When I tell other people about my dreams, they usually find them funny or strange.  While I might remember one for a week, I haven't been writing them down, so I'll soon forget.  Sometimes they are confusing or disturbing, and sometimes I don't remember them at all.  While there will be times I recall more, and times I remember less, I will promise this to anyone that reads this - I won't make anything up.  I know there was more to last nights dream, but here's what I remember.

I was with family and we were hanging out on a warm sunny day at the Priory pool.  My good friend Chris Muller was there.  When he was given the challenge to throw a baseball, he took it.  He threw it so far that it just kept going and going into the sky.  It never came down.

Snakes on a Truck

This started out where I had to use GPS to find a rattlesnake.  My dad and I set out to do this.  We were driving in an old red pickup truck somewhere warm and dry - probably san diego or Arizona.  The GPS knew exactly where to take us, because the destination location was marked with a snakes head. Before we got there, there were some narrow alleys where i'd have to get out and move people's trash cans before we could keep going further. When we got there, I found one snake that was almost dead.  It was mostly all bones - no flesh or skin except for the head.  The head was plush like a stuffed animal toy, not threatening at all.  As I was standing in the back of the pickup truck checking this thing out, other real rattlesnakes started coming out from in-between the cracks in the truck bed.  There were a few at first, so I was trying to pick one up by the neck so I wouldn't get bitten.  Then they kept coming, so I started stomping frantically at them.

Staircase to nonsense

This one i remember from about 2 weeks ago...

I was driving with my Dad in Seattle.  It was cloudy and cold.  We were driving the old 1990 Blue Toyota Camry that I drove for a bit in and after college.  I was looking for a turn to get onto the freeway, but I missed it.  As we drove in search of the freeway onramp, the freeway was getting higher and higher above where we were.  We made the decision to ditch the car.  It was the only way to get up to the freeway.  There was a very long flight of stairs - green, metal, switch-back style, like the ones under the Ballard bridge - except many more of them, and with absolutely nothing around it  Just air and the stairs.  Once I was on the stairs, it was just me.  I don't know where my Dad went, but I kept climbing.  I passed a Mom that was dragging her stroller and baby up the stairs.  I don't think I offered any help.  Other than that, there weren't any people.  When I got to the top, it was still under the bridge, and there was a gap between the top step and the platform that I needed to get to.  My friend Muller was there at the top, encouraging me to hop over to the platform.  It was a scary leap being so high up in the air so I struggled to do it, basically falling on it and grabbing on with my arms and pulling myself up slowly.  It was about 2 feet square, right under the bottom of the bridge.  All of a sudden it started rocking back and forth, so i gripped the platform tightly while I sat there.  The reason it was rocking was that kids were bungee jumping from another part of the bridge.

After a bit, I climbed up to solid ground.  Except it wasn't a freeway bridge anymore, it was a driveway/garden.  I was supposed to get a ride home with Miley Cyrus in her white Mercedes.  However, she told me it was full so I was stuck.  Then, these other "kids" (maybe college age) were kicking around my iPhone.  They also pulled out all of the voicemail tape from the phone. (like old voicemail machines that had mini-tapes where you could pull out the tape material), so i was losing all of my voicemails.  Father Mike from USD was there playing soccer with some younger kids / maybe Orphans.