I was up in Malibu, Canada with some friends from High School. It was a long trip up there on a bus. The ferry had the bus drive up onto it, and then it dropped the whole bus off at camp even though there were no roads there. Overall, the camp only vaguely resembled the one that I just went to back in May. I got there and there were a few weird things about it. First, one of the main activities was to watch a football game on TV. Then later it turned out that the NFL was actually playing a regular season game there. So there was a huge field there to accommodate the game, but no stadium for spectators. The players would all fly in for it, and the only spectators would be the 100-200 or so people that were at the camp. I was disappointed when I found out that the match-up would be the Broncos - Redskins, but I was still excited to see Payton Manning play live. Also, it would be a nationally televised game, so I was going to be one of the few fans to make it on TV.
I looked over to the field and a bunch of people were climbing a tall metal tower, presumably to get a good spot to watch the game. I thought about climbing it also, but it seemed pretty unstable. There were a lot of kids on it, and some adults. I remember thinking that I thought Miles was on it, but I couldn't see him. Then it started to tip over and fell to the ground. The people that were high up on it fell hard onto their backs and heads. Me and some of the others ran over to help. I thought that people had to have died, but the ones I came across were seriously hurt and groaning, but still alive. Then I saw Miles running towards me. He was about the same size he is now, but a little bit older I guess since he could run. He was not wearing a shirt or pants, just a diaper. He had colorful tattoo sleeves on both arms and tattoos covering his torso. He gave me a big hug.
Showing posts with label Miles. Show all posts
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Monday, June 24, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
31 year old running in a high school cross country meet? Seems normal...
First, I dreamed that Miles all of a sudden had two full sized teeth. One was sharp.
Then I was back at the Priory, my old high school. It was the league championships for cross country, and the meet was being held on campus. For some reason, I was expected to run in the meet, even though I'm 31. But I wasn't going to run the race since I haven't been running and I'm out of shape. As it got closer and closer to race time, I started rationalizing more and more, thinking that as an out of shape 31 year old, I could probably "wing it" and do great just based on pure adrenaline. I was nervous because deep down I knew this wasn't true, that I was out of shape. But the race is only 3 miles, so I thought I won't even notice by the time I get tired. I decided to jump in and race it. My dad told me that it was starting in a minute. As I was rushing around trying to find a jersey, race number, etc... the gun went off. I thought about hopping in late but then noticed it was only the girls race. The guys race was going to start about 15 minutes later. I got to relax for a second. I found a jersey but it didn't match the one the rest of the team, including my brother Johnny, were wearing. I took a number from some other kid on the team. I was confident that even holding back, I could run with Johnny for most of the race and probably finish the meet in the top 5. I don't remember any race details.
We were in line at the Priory cafeteria for food. I was starving, but the cooks were handing out very paltry portions of food. When I got to the front of the line, I got four little scraps of ground meat in a thin tomato sauce. It barely took up a part of one of those plastic plates that are sectioned off for you to put different types of food in. They wouldn't give me any more, and told me to go to the back of the line. Fortunately, I was distracted from my hungry state because Green Day was playing a concert in the school cafeteria. They were playing "Scattered" off of the Nimrod album. After the song but still during the concert, I talked to Billie Joe about how I like that song, but one of their new ones sounds exactly like it.
Then I was back at the Priory, my old high school. It was the league championships for cross country, and the meet was being held on campus. For some reason, I was expected to run in the meet, even though I'm 31. But I wasn't going to run the race since I haven't been running and I'm out of shape. As it got closer and closer to race time, I started rationalizing more and more, thinking that as an out of shape 31 year old, I could probably "wing it" and do great just based on pure adrenaline. I was nervous because deep down I knew this wasn't true, that I was out of shape. But the race is only 3 miles, so I thought I won't even notice by the time I get tired. I decided to jump in and race it. My dad told me that it was starting in a minute. As I was rushing around trying to find a jersey, race number, etc... the gun went off. I thought about hopping in late but then noticed it was only the girls race. The guys race was going to start about 15 minutes later. I got to relax for a second. I found a jersey but it didn't match the one the rest of the team, including my brother Johnny, were wearing. I took a number from some other kid on the team. I was confident that even holding back, I could run with Johnny for most of the race and probably finish the meet in the top 5. I don't remember any race details.
We were in line at the Priory cafeteria for food. I was starving, but the cooks were handing out very paltry portions of food. When I got to the front of the line, I got four little scraps of ground meat in a thin tomato sauce. It barely took up a part of one of those plastic plates that are sectioned off for you to put different types of food in. They wouldn't give me any more, and told me to go to the back of the line. Fortunately, I was distracted from my hungry state because Green Day was playing a concert in the school cafeteria. They were playing "Scattered" off of the Nimrod album. After the song but still during the concert, I talked to Billie Joe about how I like that song, but one of their new ones sounds exactly like it.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
I'll have the tacos
i haven't remembered as many dreams recently but this is from a few days ago...
My friend Steve (with a D) was driving me home from our church small group meeting. instead of taking me back to my house, I asked him to drop me off at our other friend Josh's new snack shop that he just opened up on 85th st. it was a really small shop that sold candy, soda, and had some food items available for order. I ordered the "Don Juan Tacos" and a Vanilla milkshake. Josh was wearing flip flops and a t-shirt. It was a warm day. People were calling in and asking questions so they could write yelp reviews. Josh was telling them no wait for the food, come on in. i never got my tacos or shake because in real life Miles woke me up.
My friend Steve (with a D) was driving me home from our church small group meeting. instead of taking me back to my house, I asked him to drop me off at our other friend Josh's new snack shop that he just opened up on 85th st. it was a really small shop that sold candy, soda, and had some food items available for order. I ordered the "Don Juan Tacos" and a Vanilla milkshake. Josh was wearing flip flops and a t-shirt. It was a warm day. People were calling in and asking questions so they could write yelp reviews. Josh was telling them no wait for the food, come on in. i never got my tacos or shake because in real life Miles woke me up.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Bees and Whirlpools
I was at my parent's house in Portola Valley. Miles was older than he is now, maybe 18 months. He went outside and walked under the trampoline in the back yard. My cousin's kids and their friends were jumping on the trampoline, so I told them to stop so that they wouldn't hit him. All of them stopped right away except for my cousin's daughter, who was purposefully not stopping. I had to sternly tell her again to stop so that Miles wouldn't get hit. Then I felt bad for cracking down on her.
Next, I started getting stung by bees that lived in the walnut tree by my parent's back yard. Every time I went outside, I'd end up getting stung. The bee would get bigger and bigger every time. I stopped going outside after awhile. A lot of people gathered on the baseball field behind my parents house to witness a phenomenon. At first I thought it was the bee thing, but it turns out, there were whirlpools that would appear and then disappear. Each one was bigger than the next one. The last one I remember was so big that most of the infield was covered with water. I was out there, and looked back to where all of the water was draining to. It was flowing to under the porch of my parents house, where there was a big pit. We could see clearly into it because the porch was cut away and there were lights shining down into it. The pit had a character that lived in it that I'd describe as a sinister / borderline evil King Triton. It appeared that he was the lord of these massive whirlpools.
Next, I started getting stung by bees that lived in the walnut tree by my parent's back yard. Every time I went outside, I'd end up getting stung. The bee would get bigger and bigger every time. I stopped going outside after awhile. A lot of people gathered on the baseball field behind my parents house to witness a phenomenon. At first I thought it was the bee thing, but it turns out, there were whirlpools that would appear and then disappear. Each one was bigger than the next one. The last one I remember was so big that most of the infield was covered with water. I was out there, and looked back to where all of the water was draining to. It was flowing to under the porch of my parents house, where there was a big pit. We could see clearly into it because the porch was cut away and there were lights shining down into it. The pit had a character that lived in it that I'd describe as a sinister / borderline evil King Triton. It appeared that he was the lord of these massive whirlpools.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
A second Chili Peppers Show in Seattle?
Part 1
The Red Hot Chili Peppers were coming back to Seattle for another show. (They just played here a few weeks ago, then went to Canada, so I dreamt they were coming back on their way back into the USA). Again, I had suite tickets for the show. I was with my friend Shawn. We were driving to see the show on I-5 by 85th in my accord. It was dark out already and there was a ton of traffic. It turns out, there was some sort of border crossing right there. Everyone was either getting out of their car to walk, or just waiting out the long line. Shawn and I got out of my car to start walking to the show. It was an exciting scene, everybody was looking forward to the concert. As we approached the police at the border, I asked Shawn where Miles was. He said "oh he's asleep so we just left him in the car seat." This bothered me quite a bit, because we just left the car in a massive traffic jam in the middle of the freeway. It wasn't even officially parked in a lot or on a street. And my son was asleep in it, unsupervised. I immediately said that I can't go to the show, and I started making my way back to the car. I gave my ticket to Shawn to sell. He posted it on facebook and it sold really quickly to someone that I went to elementary school with. When I got to the car, Rachel was there with Miles, so everything was fine. I couldn't get my ticket back so I hung out with them in the car.
Part 2
I was at the Priory pool, playing some games with my brothers and sisters and some people that I didn't know. The pool had been nicely set up for a swim meet and had all the flags. People were doing synchronized diving from dual diving boards. I started swimming across with width of the pool, holding my breath underwater. A bunch of people started following me. We were passing right underneath the serious swimmers that were swimming laps, and trying not to run in to them.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers were coming back to Seattle for another show. (They just played here a few weeks ago, then went to Canada, so I dreamt they were coming back on their way back into the USA). Again, I had suite tickets for the show. I was with my friend Shawn. We were driving to see the show on I-5 by 85th in my accord. It was dark out already and there was a ton of traffic. It turns out, there was some sort of border crossing right there. Everyone was either getting out of their car to walk, or just waiting out the long line. Shawn and I got out of my car to start walking to the show. It was an exciting scene, everybody was looking forward to the concert. As we approached the police at the border, I asked Shawn where Miles was. He said "oh he's asleep so we just left him in the car seat." This bothered me quite a bit, because we just left the car in a massive traffic jam in the middle of the freeway. It wasn't even officially parked in a lot or on a street. And my son was asleep in it, unsupervised. I immediately said that I can't go to the show, and I started making my way back to the car. I gave my ticket to Shawn to sell. He posted it on facebook and it sold really quickly to someone that I went to elementary school with. When I got to the car, Rachel was there with Miles, so everything was fine. I couldn't get my ticket back so I hung out with them in the car.
Part 2
I was at the Priory pool, playing some games with my brothers and sisters and some people that I didn't know. The pool had been nicely set up for a swim meet and had all the flags. People were doing synchronized diving from dual diving boards. I started swimming across with width of the pool, holding my breath underwater. A bunch of people started following me. We were passing right underneath the serious swimmers that were swimming laps, and trying not to run in to them.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
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.
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