juldea: (sleepy)
I'm cleaning off my computer desktop and found dream.txt, created on June 8 2008, saying the following:

* large ship containing platoon out for years, we all thought we were just in training, turns out we were actually fighting
* I was hypnotized (as platoon commandeR) such that I wouldn't remember the actual battles adn still think we were all joking
* Some team member or I figured it out and hypnotized me and we were able to see wat was going on
* We retruend to earth, and relativity had the effect that Earth hadn't aged too much perhaps 50 years and once we docked we all began to age immediately into old folks
* One of the couples had a child who instead regressed back to being a baby? mine?
* started with me competing against three others in command school
* had these tasks to do that pitted us against each other, computers - both physical and mental
* remember being on the ship and wanting to log onto IRC, but realizing we had no terminals - we had plenty of opportunities for games and fraternization with each other, because we had to have that bond and be a good fighting team. But no contact with the outside world, because well we were in space and they wouldn't let us know it
* Once I remembered, dream turned into computer simulation of what we had done. our ship looked kind of like a scorpion! crawling around other planet, fighting other scorpion ships, you could see where we took damage and crawled amongst buildings - not quite like Tron, but similar. At one point we were pretty much bullrushing through groups of civilians. Ship was not actually that big, really, large dormatory
* Then there was simulation of what would happen if we won - kind of a flowchart where this green dot on a globe had several green lines coming off of it, and the successes we had followed down specific lines, but unfortunately it seemed we were heading towards a final dot that referred to destroying our own world (by pissing off enemies? by accident? had our near-relativistic speed pushed the Earth's orbit off course?)

Due to the spelling,etc errors therein, I assume I wrote this JUST after waking up to try to get the dream down before I forgot it. Interesting!
juldea: (sleepy)
I'm cleaning off my computer desktop and found dream.txt, created on June 8 2008, saying the following:

* large ship containing platoon out for years, we all thought we were just in training, turns out we were actually fighting
* I was hypnotized (as platoon commandeR) such that I wouldn't remember the actual battles adn still think we were all joking
* Some team member or I figured it out and hypnotized me and we were able to see wat was going on
* We retruend to earth, and relativity had the effect that Earth hadn't aged too much perhaps 50 years and once we docked we all began to age immediately into old folks
* One of the couples had a child who instead regressed back to being a baby? mine?
* started with me competing against three others in command school
* had these tasks to do that pitted us against each other, computers - both physical and mental
* remember being on the ship and wanting to log onto IRC, but realizing we had no terminals - we had plenty of opportunities for games and fraternization with each other, because we had to have that bond and be a good fighting team. But no contact with the outside world, because well we were in space and they wouldn't let us know it
* Once I remembered, dream turned into computer simulation of what we had done. our ship looked kind of like a scorpion! crawling around other planet, fighting other scorpion ships, you could see where we took damage and crawled amongst buildings - not quite like Tron, but similar. At one point we were pretty much bullrushing through groups of civilians. Ship was not actually that big, really, large dormatory
* Then there was simulation of what would happen if we won - kind of a flowchart where this green dot on a globe had several green lines coming off of it, and the successes we had followed down specific lines, but unfortunately it seemed we were heading towards a final dot that referred to destroying our own world (by pissing off enemies? by accident? had our near-relativistic speed pushed the Earth's orbit off course?)

Due to the spelling,etc errors therein, I assume I wrote this JUST after waking up to try to get the dream down before I forgot it. Interesting!
juldea: (sleepy catball)
Ugh. You know what's not fun? Sleeping while sick, and thus your breathing is somewhat limited, and having a nightmare. Especially when the recurring theme of my nightmares is "needing to scream to alert people, but being unable to make sound." So here I was, trying to scream, but not only could I not make noise, I couldn't freakin' breathe to get any sort of scream started! Luckily londo was awake in the room, heard whatever weird gasping noises I was making, and woke me up. Gotta say, though... this thing wherein I don't have someone on hand designated to cuddle me after a nightmare is poor.
juldea: (sleepy catball)
Ugh. You know what's not fun? Sleeping while sick, and thus your breathing is somewhat limited, and having a nightmare. Especially when the recurring theme of my nightmares is "needing to scream to alert people, but being unable to make sound." So here I was, trying to scream, but not only could I not make noise, I couldn't freakin' breathe to get any sort of scream started! Luckily londo was awake in the room, heard whatever weird gasping noises I was making, and woke me up. Gotta say, though... this thing wherein I don't have someone on hand designated to cuddle me after a nightmare is poor.
juldea: (joco close)
Odd day. I overslept Harvard-work completely and spent the next several hours in a haze of odd dreaming and resetting the alarm until I noticed it was only a few minutes until I had to wake up for TTC-work and finally fully awoke.

(In my dream I had been taking a bus to the airport to go on a vacation, but ended up falling asleep on the bus and not getting off at the airport but rather staying on it as it traveled a different route to a military-industrial complex in the suburbs. There I wandered around with a high school field trip group until I took a wrong turn and ended up in the apartment of the owner/CEO/HMFIC of the complex, which was built right into some machinery. He met me there - a conglomeration of Bill Gates and Mr Mathis - and attempted to seduce me despite his marraige. I was flattered but resisted, and at some point realized that I had probably by that time missed the flight I had originally gone to the airport for, and tried to figure out how to get back to the airport or to get a flight closer to where I was. At some point the whole high-school group came back, and the chaperone said, "Isn't this a bit much for a 17-year-old to figure out on her own?" and I glared at her and announced haughtily, "I'm 28!" Then they all took up a collection to help me pay for my new flight out. Dream interrupted by final alarm that woke me up.)

Got to work, and have just been spending the day in a haze. I'm not necessarily tired, I'm just not all here. I forgot to eat the breakfast I had packed, forgot to email my Harvard-work boss to tell her I hadn't shown (I work in an off-site lab on campus), spent the entire day without chatting on the internets, and generally have been detached. I wonder how tonight will go.
juldea: (joco close)
Odd day. I overslept Harvard-work completely and spent the next several hours in a haze of odd dreaming and resetting the alarm until I noticed it was only a few minutes until I had to wake up for TTC-work and finally fully awoke.

(In my dream I had been taking a bus to the airport to go on a vacation, but ended up falling asleep on the bus and not getting off at the airport but rather staying on it as it traveled a different route to a military-industrial complex in the suburbs. There I wandered around with a high school field trip group until I took a wrong turn and ended up in the apartment of the owner/CEO/HMFIC of the complex, which was built right into some machinery. He met me there - a conglomeration of Bill Gates and Mr Mathis - and attempted to seduce me despite his marraige. I was flattered but resisted, and at some point realized that I had probably by that time missed the flight I had originally gone to the airport for, and tried to figure out how to get back to the airport or to get a flight closer to where I was. At some point the whole high-school group came back, and the chaperone said, "Isn't this a bit much for a 17-year-old to figure out on her own?" and I glared at her and announced haughtily, "I'm 28!" Then they all took up a collection to help me pay for my new flight out. Dream interrupted by final alarm that woke me up.)

Got to work, and have just been spending the day in a haze. I'm not necessarily tired, I'm just not all here. I forgot to eat the breakfast I had packed, forgot to email my Harvard-work boss to tell her I hadn't shown (I work in an off-site lab on campus), spent the entire day without chatting on the internets, and generally have been detached. I wonder how tonight will go.
juldea: (Default)
I was in a large charter bus, like a Greyhound but nicer, coming back from some event. [livejournal.com profile] bronzite (I think - see last paragraph) was driving the bus, I was seated in the very back against the back wall, and there was one other person - female, small build, from our peer group, but not actually a real life person that I remember - seated somewhere in the middle of the bus. We were driving through an underground tunnel for a period, highly influenced by the real Big Dig tunnels here in Boston. We had an exit coming up, still underground, which somehow sloped down such that bronzite decided the thing to do was take his hands off the wheel and lift them above his head in the, "Whee, roller coaster!" motion. (Also, that picture is awesome.) Girl and I followed suit, giggling. Bronzite steered with his knees, and even past the slope he continued to show of his prowress. Of course, this led to failure as the bus swerved sideways more and more until... uh-oh, we're tipping! On a swerve to the left the bus slowly tipped over and crashed onto its right side. I have just enough time to worry that if we get rear-ended by another vehicle I'm the one who's going to eat it, and then I whack my head against the window as we land.

I awaken completely woozy, hearing voices before I open my eyes. Bronzite and Girl are up, moving around, getting out of the bus. Once outside, I hear bronzite go, "Oh! What about Juldea!" and they rush around to the back of the bus. Like a school bus, it has a door in the very back, so they are able to open that and directly lift me out of the bus onto the ground, seated. Someone makes a comment about blood but I can't see any and don't feel injured, just incredibly woozy. We sit down for a bit. For some reason our tunnel is completely deserted, doesn't even look like it's part of a roadway anymore. Awake-me thinks it looked like some of the tunnel roadways in Halo 2. ;) It's still huge enough to carry 4-6 lanes of traffic, but there's debris everywhere (not just from our crash), and off to the right the tunnel ends in a large wide set of steps to bring you up to another tunnel.

Well, after a little while I see flashlights flashing at the top of that stairway, but we're partially obscured from their sight by some debris. I lean forward to clear myself, wave my arms, and yell a bit. Good idea for getting their attention; bad idea for me, as I get even more woozy and fall onto my hands and knees. The group of rescuers only had seen me briefly, so they approach cautiously, not sure where survivors might be or in what condition. They reach the bus out in the middle of the tunnel (we're along the wall) and pushing through the mass of people is [livejournal.com profile] londo. He's looking around frantically, and I reach my arm out to him as I collapse onto my stomach, passed out.

Then the alarm clock rings. ARGH!

Point of note: this was not some hazy looks-like-someone-else-but-is-londo-in-my-dream (even bronzite I'm not too sure about - could've instead been Justin Eskridge, a similarly figured guy from high school.) In my dream, londo had the hair, the glasses, the purple hat, the tie-dyed shirt, beige shorts that he actually has, and the sandals. He was spot on.
juldea: (Default)
I was in a large charter bus, like a Greyhound but nicer, coming back from some event. [livejournal.com profile] bronzite (I think - see last paragraph) was driving the bus, I was seated in the very back against the back wall, and there was one other person - female, small build, from our peer group, but not actually a real life person that I remember - seated somewhere in the middle of the bus. We were driving through an underground tunnel for a period, highly influenced by the real Big Dig tunnels here in Boston. We had an exit coming up, still underground, which somehow sloped down such that bronzite decided the thing to do was take his hands off the wheel and lift them above his head in the, "Whee, roller coaster!" motion. (Also, that picture is awesome.) Girl and I followed suit, giggling. Bronzite steered with his knees, and even past the slope he continued to show of his prowress. Of course, this led to failure as the bus swerved sideways more and more until... uh-oh, we're tipping! On a swerve to the left the bus slowly tipped over and crashed onto its right side. I have just enough time to worry that if we get rear-ended by another vehicle I'm the one who's going to eat it, and then I whack my head against the window as we land.

I awaken completely woozy, hearing voices before I open my eyes. Bronzite and Girl are up, moving around, getting out of the bus. Once outside, I hear bronzite go, "Oh! What about Juldea!" and they rush around to the back of the bus. Like a school bus, it has a door in the very back, so they are able to open that and directly lift me out of the bus onto the ground, seated. Someone makes a comment about blood but I can't see any and don't feel injured, just incredibly woozy. We sit down for a bit. For some reason our tunnel is completely deserted, doesn't even look like it's part of a roadway anymore. Awake-me thinks it looked like some of the tunnel roadways in Halo 2. ;) It's still huge enough to carry 4-6 lanes of traffic, but there's debris everywhere (not just from our crash), and off to the right the tunnel ends in a large wide set of steps to bring you up to another tunnel.

Well, after a little while I see flashlights flashing at the top of that stairway, but we're partially obscured from their sight by some debris. I lean forward to clear myself, wave my arms, and yell a bit. Good idea for getting their attention; bad idea for me, as I get even more woozy and fall onto my hands and knees. The group of rescuers only had seen me briefly, so they approach cautiously, not sure where survivors might be or in what condition. They reach the bus out in the middle of the tunnel (we're along the wall) and pushing through the mass of people is [livejournal.com profile] londo. He's looking around frantically, and I reach my arm out to him as I collapse onto my stomach, passed out.

Then the alarm clock rings. ARGH!

Point of note: this was not some hazy looks-like-someone-else-but-is-londo-in-my-dream (even bronzite I'm not too sure about - could've instead been Justin Eskridge, a similarly figured guy from high school.) In my dream, londo had the hair, the glasses, the purple hat, the tie-dyed shirt, beige shorts that he actually has, and the sandals. He was spot on.
juldea: (hold me!)
That's weird. I had a romantic dream about [livejournal.com profile] waylonflinn.

Huh.
juldea: (hold me!)
That's weird. I had a romantic dream about [livejournal.com profile] waylonflinn.

Huh.
juldea: (keroppi)
Dear Subconscious,

[livejournal.com profile] londo does not have cancer. And even if he did, that wouldn't require us to sneak out of the top-secret military facility we don't live in, with my escape being hindered halfway through such that I have to endure all sorts of questioning as to where he is, while pretending that I don't know and am not attempting to join him.

Silly brain.
juldea: (keroppi)
Dear Subconscious,

[livejournal.com profile] londo does not have cancer. And even if he did, that wouldn't require us to sneak out of the top-secret military facility we don't live in, with my escape being hindered halfway through such that I have to endure all sorts of questioning as to where he is, while pretending that I don't know and am not attempting to join him.

Silly brain.
juldea: (southpark)
I had a good dream followed by a HORRIBLE dream! I'll recount the horrible one first... that's how it should've been, if I had to have a horrible dream, it should've been followed by a good dream....

There's not much to it. I was driving in the dark, on a busy highway, in the rain, trying to get somewhere I was late to meet my mom. The gas tank was almost empty. There were orange and white striped barriers in my lane on the highway so I moved to the other lane, only I didn't move back when I was supposed to, and when I went over a hill there was a big pile of oncoming traffic. I swerved a few times, and of course I ended up hitting someone, spinning around, and watching as all these other cars crashed into each other in a big pile-up I caused. When my car stopped, I was crushed head-to-head into this other car and I could see the driver not moving. At that point I made myself wake up. :P

Now, the other dream, which I should've had last because it left me feeling happy. Jim and I were living in a much neater apartment, style-wise, and we were throwing a party. I had put off getting ready and it was time to shower, only that's when people started showing up. So I was walking around, half-dressed or naked, letting people in. And no one cared really, it was like a big party game of me pretending to have to stick my head around doorways and such so that no one would see me naked, but if I wouldn't nothing would happen. At some point I miraculously was ready (the details not detailed in the dream) and there was another knock on the door. I went to open it, and [livejournal.com profile] duke_nemmerle was there. He came in, grabbed my shoulders in a good way, pulled me towards him with a devious smile, and gave me a very surprising and enjoyable kiss! Which I suppose my brain considered an event not to try to top, and that dream ended there. Or at least that's all I remember.

I'm assuming the first dream means that if I make my decisions based on what will please my mother (and rest of family), it won't turn out well. The second dream seems to indicate that I should throw a party, be naked, and visit St. Louis. Grin.
juldea: (southpark)
I had a good dream followed by a HORRIBLE dream! I'll recount the horrible one first... that's how it should've been, if I had to have a horrible dream, it should've been followed by a good dream....

There's not much to it. I was driving in the dark, on a busy highway, in the rain, trying to get somewhere I was late to meet my mom. The gas tank was almost empty. There were orange and white striped barriers in my lane on the highway so I moved to the other lane, only I didn't move back when I was supposed to, and when I went over a hill there was a big pile of oncoming traffic. I swerved a few times, and of course I ended up hitting someone, spinning around, and watching as all these other cars crashed into each other in a big pile-up I caused. When my car stopped, I was crushed head-to-head into this other car and I could see the driver not moving. At that point I made myself wake up. :P

Now, the other dream, which I should've had last because it left me feeling happy. Jim and I were living in a much neater apartment, style-wise, and we were throwing a party. I had put off getting ready and it was time to shower, only that's when people started showing up. So I was walking around, half-dressed or naked, letting people in. And no one cared really, it was like a big party game of me pretending to have to stick my head around doorways and such so that no one would see me naked, but if I wouldn't nothing would happen. At some point I miraculously was ready (the details not detailed in the dream) and there was another knock on the door. I went to open it, and [livejournal.com profile] duke_nemmerle was there. He came in, grabbed my shoulders in a good way, pulled me towards him with a devious smile, and gave me a very surprising and enjoyable kiss! Which I suppose my brain considered an event not to try to top, and that dream ended there. Or at least that's all I remember.

I'm assuming the first dream means that if I make my decisions based on what will please my mother (and rest of family), it won't turn out well. The second dream seems to indicate that I should throw a party, be naked, and visit St. Louis. Grin.
juldea: (Default)
Well, due to some kind of problem yesterday, all the responses to people's comments that showed up in my email didn't show up. Well, I still have the emails in my mailbox so I guess I can fix that.

I realized that in yesterday's post I forgot to talk about my dream. I dreamt that I went down to Texas to some guy's house to get a tattoo (not a legit parlor or anything). I got two of them, on my temples - like really on my temples, we had to shave about a square inch of hair away on the sides of my forehead. On the right was some blue figure, I don't remember actually what it was or supposed to be, and on the left I got a yellow/gold start. The tattooing was weirdly done - he slid a very small needle under my skin, almost parallel to my skin, and as he drew it out he squeezed a little bulb on the end of the needle and it released ink underneath my skin. It didn't hurt at all. Anyway, after they were done and I looked in the mirror I was horrified, because the shapes were all badly disfigured - turns out I had my forehead scrunched up while he was doing them (from tension of course) and when I relaxed they stretched out weirdly... So I had the problem of a blue blob on one side of my forehead and a yellow weird pointy thing on the other side. I didn't know what to do :(

Hmm, what else. Not much at the moment I guess. I'll just sit here at work and wait until 1:00 when I'll eat my 7-layer burrito.
juldea: (Default)
Well, due to some kind of problem yesterday, all the responses to people's comments that showed up in my email didn't show up. Well, I still have the emails in my mailbox so I guess I can fix that.

I realized that in yesterday's post I forgot to talk about my dream. I dreamt that I went down to Texas to some guy's house to get a tattoo (not a legit parlor or anything). I got two of them, on my temples - like really on my temples, we had to shave about a square inch of hair away on the sides of my forehead. On the right was some blue figure, I don't remember actually what it was or supposed to be, and on the left I got a yellow/gold start. The tattooing was weirdly done - he slid a very small needle under my skin, almost parallel to my skin, and as he drew it out he squeezed a little bulb on the end of the needle and it released ink underneath my skin. It didn't hurt at all. Anyway, after they were done and I looked in the mirror I was horrified, because the shapes were all badly disfigured - turns out I had my forehead scrunched up while he was doing them (from tension of course) and when I relaxed they stretched out weirdly... So I had the problem of a blue blob on one side of my forehead and a yellow weird pointy thing on the other side. I didn't know what to do :(

Hmm, what else. Not much at the moment I guess. I'll just sit here at work and wait until 1:00 when I'll eat my 7-layer burrito.
juldea: (Default)
I'm in a bad mood. My leg hurts, and I'm cold even though I didn't even bother with summer clothes today and am wearing khaki pants and a ribbed long-sleeved blue shirt. I still don't have Pokemon. I can't figure out any more of the brain teasers. Jason has been busy all morning and we're only getting to talk sporadically.

I had a dream last night. I was with Karen, watching a movie or doing some other kind of activity together, sitting on a couch. She was on my left and this boy, Joe I think, was sitting on my right. He was someone Karen knew but I had never met (I kind of think of him as one of the old Honors house people). Joe was really cute, and really nice, and we really hit it off and were flirting a lot. He even kissed my hand. I was sad because I had a boyfriend and didn't want to be untrue, but flirting with Joe really made me feel good and I liked having someone around that would give me attention. Anyway, I debated whether or not to tell Joe that I had a boyfriend. I talked to Karen about him and Karen said he was really nice and sweet and caring and we would make a great couple. Then, the dream went weird, and Karen told me about the odd coloration of his genitalia (all pink except for the bottom, which was white), and then published that little bit of information in the school paper.

I woke up, really sad that there was no one in Oklahoma to hold and flirt with and get attention from. I'm so lonely.
juldea: (Default)
I'm in a bad mood. My leg hurts, and I'm cold even though I didn't even bother with summer clothes today and am wearing khaki pants and a ribbed long-sleeved blue shirt. I still don't have Pokemon. I can't figure out any more of the brain teasers. Jason has been busy all morning and we're only getting to talk sporadically.

I had a dream last night. I was with Karen, watching a movie or doing some other kind of activity together, sitting on a couch. She was on my left and this boy, Joe I think, was sitting on my right. He was someone Karen knew but I had never met (I kind of think of him as one of the old Honors house people). Joe was really cute, and really nice, and we really hit it off and were flirting a lot. He even kissed my hand. I was sad because I had a boyfriend and didn't want to be untrue, but flirting with Joe really made me feel good and I liked having someone around that would give me attention. Anyway, I debated whether or not to tell Joe that I had a boyfriend. I talked to Karen about him and Karen said he was really nice and sweet and caring and we would make a great couple. Then, the dream went weird, and Karen told me about the odd coloration of his genitalia (all pink except for the bottom, which was white), and then published that little bit of information in the school paper.

I woke up, really sad that there was no one in Oklahoma to hold and flirt with and get attention from. I'm so lonely.

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