o/` Last night I had the strangest dream.... o/`

[kaasirpent]

Paging Dr. Freud. Paging Dr. Sigmund Freud. Will Dr. Freud please pick up the white courtesy phone....


It started out with everyone I work with all in what seemed to be a school building. We were not doing anything except sitting around conference tables and talking because the president of our company and the new premier of Russia (Paul Zbignef) were playing soccer. We wanted to see the game, but couldn't because we were stuck in these rooms. Until I discovered what must have been something like a media room with little monitors hooked up to cameras in various places. We then crowded into this closet to watch the game, which was apparently being played in the president's office (a huge office). (The president's office was a combination of the president's office from Tuscaloosa Steel where I worked for nine years and one of the auditoriums in the math building at the University of Alabama. The ones where they have the BIG Calculus classes.)

Flash to another scene and I'm leaving the school building (which resembled a cross between Houser Hall and the math building (I'm blanking on the name right now) at the University of Alabama--the two buildings where I spent the majority of my time for several years) and headed back to my dorm.

Yes, my dorm. I arrive at the dorm and walk into my room and I recognize everything in the room except the people. They all greet me as though they know who I am, but I'm clueless. My old computer in on the desk. My old bedclothes are on the bed. In the closet are some old clothes of mine and some stuff I recognize as "missing" in the world of the real.

One thing I do notice is that all the girls in the dorm seem to glow...as though they're made of crystals lit from within (this becomes important later).

Suddenly, I can't remember the last time I slept in the bed. Nor can I remember who all these people are. Nor do I remember going to any of my classes or to work. Wracking my brain, I can't account for my time. I leave in a panic.

The dorm is located over behind the campus police station at the University of Alabama (those of you who've been there know what I'm talking about). I actually DID live in one of those dorms for a semester. As I walk around the immediate area, nothing looks familiar except that one dorm. It's like I've not been here before, yet I know I have.

I locate my car (the same Jeep I drive now) and go for a drive. Soon, I arrive at an area where the roads are covered in deep moss and jungle growth crowds my jeep as I'm driving, rather recklessly. I pass a building that is nothing but a screened-in porch, and there are dozens of people in there, sitting quietly, staring at my car as it drives past. Just as I'm about to drive into the densest part of the jungle, a cross between a vine and a snake grows up out of the road and warns me to turn back.

I do. :)

I go back towards the dorm, but when I get there, I can't find the specific building. The freaky part is, I wind up walking through what I THINK is the right building, but it's one from another dream I had some time ago. Freaky. Anyway, all the dorms are interconnected, and by going up and down stairs and elevators and walking through twisty corridors (all alike), I arrive again at my room.

I enter, and my "roommate" is in there. He apparently hasn't noticed that I've been gone. As in, the bed has never been slept in, the computer has never been turned on.... I vaguely recognize him as one of the people I work with at Careerbuilder...and yet, not. He tells me something very earnestly and I don't remember what it is. I get the impression that he and everyone else on the hall think that I must sleep during the day while they're at class and I'm just always gone when they're there. Freaky.

Then, all of a sudden, I realize that I've never slept a single night in this room. I moved my stuff in, got unpacked, met the roommate and everyone else on the hall, then decided the atmosphere wasn't conducive to sleep and got my house. But I never unenrolled from school, nor did I tell the University I was moving out of the dorm. Nor, apparently, had I ever been to work at Testing Service (where I actually did work for a while at the University).

The dream ends on a bizarre note, even for this dream. As I'm wandering the halls of the dorm, trying to get any of it to spark a memory, there are all these women wandering around in the halls, and they're all glowing. Their feet aren't touching the floors. And no one thinks this is odd.

Suddenly, all the women become one of two things in a flash: they either turn into black cats or hovering, glowing crystals which fade slowly and then beome inert, falling to the ground and shattering. Some of the black cats start to lick the crystals.

I rush out of the dorm and all the girls outside have undergone the same transformation. There must be hundreds of black cats around.

Then I woke up.


I don't presume to know what it "means," nor do I attch any significance to it other than another freaky dream I can remember vividly for a while after waking up.

Oh, yeah. The reason I'm still in bed at 9:00 on a Tuesday? I woke up at 7:00 and ripped my right cornea. So I had to go back to bed for a couple of hours with medicated ointment in my eye in order to be able to function later in the day. As I type this, the screen is a tad blurry, but it's nothing I can't compensate for.

So...anyone noticed glowing women who turn into black cats, lately? :)

I do find it amusing that the only four people in the dream I can say I absolutely can identify were steelman, with whom I work, one of the other DBAs, and two other people at CareerBuilder with whom I work. Neither of whom I've ever socialized with. It was weird. :)

Comments

[dietbubba.livejournal.com]

CCR did a cover of Brown Eyes Girl?

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[kaasirpent]

That's just what the MP3 calls itself. What I think it is is that Weezer did a cover, and the person who originally ripped the thing assumed CCR was the original artist of the song.

Of course, given the vicissitudes of downloaded music, it may not even be Weezer. :)

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[dietbubba.livejournal.com]

Well to my knowledge CCR never did a cover of it. Van Morrison did the original. And talk about two singers who sound NOTHING alike: Van Morrison and John Fogerty.

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[kaasirpent]

I'm fairly certain this wasn't either man. :)

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[dietbubba.livejournal.com]

I didn't figure. I was just commenting on the clown who labled it CCR as the original artist.

According to websites looked at, Weezer did not do a cover of it, though its a popular misconception. :>

Re: Brown Eyed Girl

[etherial.livejournal.com]

It's probably the everclear cover.

[bigmeanie.livejournal.com]

You need to cut back on the catnip. Seriously.

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[kaasirpent]

It's almost as if my brain combined two original Star Trek episodes into that ending. The one where people were turned into dodecahedrons and the one where the woman turned into a black cat.

But I haven't seen either of those in...years. :)