Dad Dream

Two nights ago I dreamt that I saw my Dad in my old neighborhood in Philadelphia. He got out of an old brown Buick and walked over to me. We sat down on Mrs. Gallen's bottom steps which is next door to the rowhome I grew up in. I don't remember what we talked about. As my Dad spoke I just stood there staring at the lawn. Mrs. Gallen has this cool low fence made out of painted silver pipes and a small rock wall where the lawn meets the sidewalk. As I looked I noticed that some roots had grown out of the wall. Attached to the roots, as if the roots had grown into it over the years, was a dirty penny. The date on the penny was 1962. I showed my Dad but he said nothing. The dream just ended.

Ladybug Putin.

Hey everyone! I had a messed up dream last night starring everyone's favorite former KGB agent, Vladimir Putin! It had me laughing when I woke up. 

I was looking for a place to change into my costume for a party I would be attending. Putin invited to use his fancy dressing room but asked if I could wear a ladybug outfit instead. After changing he them asked if I could do a synchronized dance with him to give everyone a good laugh. I though, "Sure, what the hell."

Frustrating dream.

Last nights dream had me stop by a nearly empty grocery store where, to gain entry, you had to wear a bag on your head. They were all out of bags so I had to wear a box but it was torn open a bit. I looked like the homeless phantom of the opera. 

On the way home my car's "need catalytic oil converter (I know that's made up)" light came on making the power steering on my car fail. Weeeee! Suddenly I was walking and blocks from the store. When I was half way there I realized that I never wrote down what was wrong with the car. I woke up irritable and frustrated. 

Glacier and a ballerina

I had some crazy dreams last night.

1. I was given two weeks of solitary vacation time so I immediately packed all of my camping gear and headed for Glacier National Park. I can;t express to you how thrilled I was. I knew there would be snow but I just didn't care. The dream seemed so real that when I woke up I was heartbroken.

2. I was involved in some charade world championship and I couldn't get my teammates to guess that I was Rodin's ballerina.

Revolutionary Nerds.

Part of last night's dream: I started my own revolution of sorts by single handedly stopping a mock crucifixion of nerds dressed in revolutionary costumes at the Boston Comic Con. It starred Drew Phillips, Jeffrey Scott, and Zachery Torre. I also helped capture a pica (small mammal) that broke into my in-laws house.

Rainy bike ride.

I was riding a bike toward the Betsy Ross Bridge with this familiar looking guy.  It seemed to be a routine experience, like we had been this for years. Unfortunately, while we were in working the night shift it had rained. We both wore dark rain ponchos but they didn't help. Our moving tires were making water splash up into our faces and all over pants. I remembered swearing that I'd buy fenders the last time that happened. I swore again.  When we reached the bridge I was surprised to see that it was a low-lying bridge- not a big arching bridge but one that was built close down on the river like one you'd see over a small river. A bridge that didn't have to be large enough for boats to pass under safely. The even odder part was that you had to ride your bike in the  middle of the bridge on an elevated platform with no railings. cars and trucks whizzed by throwing dirty mist all over us. At some point somebody figured out that I didn't know what my partner's name was. The one I have been riding my bike with apparently for years. And then he found out. A rainy betrayal type fight ensued but I can't tell you what happened after that. 

3 Dreams

1. I was back in Aukland, but not as a tourist. This time I was hired to infiltrate (through imitation) the highest ranks of the Chinese government who were visiting New Zealand. Surprisingly I pulled it off for quite some time before a weird wild cat ruined the whole mission. I had to jump from a 30 story window to escape using the cat's tail as a rope.

2. I was at some kind of sporting event but the seating was more in keeping with a giant air liner. I choose to sit where I could see the most faces (which I often do in order to observe and draw more people). A young man was sitting next to me reading. The long line of seats across from me had many young medical students who were playing the sort of trivia you would only see in movies: quotes from books in which you had to name the author. Everyone was stumped on the latest quote. The group leader turned to me saying that I should know the answer, pointing to the book to the left of me.  "Ray Bradbury," I said. To everyone's surprise I was right. This sparked a fun conversation between myself and my seating companion about the brilliant works of Ray Bradbury. 

3. Drew Phillips, Ian Reed and I were at a run down comic book thrift store. It was filled with old comics, bad paintings and broken toys. No one was running the store so we had a good time of mocking the toys which were odd combinations of genres. I specifically remember there being  a Super Mario Superman. Eventually our conversation turned to an argument over incorporating a deer into the Hussian School of Art's logo somewhere. It seemed liked we talked about that for hours. Eventually some middle aged hippy appeared from a back room telling us to get out.