Tag: Dreams

First there was something that took place at my work. I don’t really remember it.

Then, dad and I drove to the airport, where we parked fairly close to an immobile hurricane. Then we drove around the building to the runways, and parked at gate 15F, I think… There was no plane there, so I climbed up and went inside and asked the cashier if it was the right gate to be at. She said it was, opened her register drawer to give me the money to pay for it, and it was full of candy. I jokingly told her I had lots of candy in my pocket, and she got 5 bucks from another cashier, which was how much it cost me for a co-pay for the gate.

I was pulling buttons off of my shirt, and putting the thread into the lint thing on the dryer .

For some reason I can’t fathom, Kevin and I just began fighting for no reason in the Lacroix yard. Basically it was my beating him with a giant wooden panel. I don’t know why, Kevin’s a good american.

I was swimming around in a pool. My sunglasses were working like goggles, and letting me see clearly underwater. I was collecting puzzle pieces for a little girl, they were hidden around the pool. Many were hidden under a ledge at the bottom of the pool walls.

My contact case fell out once or twice from my pocket, and there was another girl helping to find pieces that looked like Pia.

After we had found all the pieces, the girl said we could stop looking, so I held her by the waist and lifted her up over the water and carried her around the pool. She leaned back and dipped her head underwater to slow me down, and I was having trouble breathing.

I was working with afew other geeks in a sectioned out large gym. We were sitting at a table playing with the controls to a hi-tech helecopter, trying to land it in a government zone. Each time we tried, a “mini granny” as I called it fired rockets when we got too close. It was basically a black limosine that acted like Herzog Zwei “granny”‘s.

In multiple attempts to land, we managed to piss off the government, some schools, and the post office. People worried about the first two the most, until one of us mentioned the only one worth worrying about was the post, saying we’ve obviously never been on their bad side before. Just as he said that, the power went out, and I followed him through moonlight to the front of the gym and helped to open the area up to allow more moonlight in.

I started opening windowshades, and my hand hit something squishy. A huge pile of tiger crap. It wasn’t smelly, but it was crap. I felt a small cat claw my leg playfully as I walked around other places, and adjusted my shoe which ended up having more crap in it.

The other guy started taking down the multiple sections of the gym, so that it would be one open area. I thought of what I’d do if a llama or some other long-necked animal would do if it pulled me head first into a pile oc crap, and i couldn’t breathe.