Dreams

I have to go get my tires checked before heading out to Raleigh to meet a friend at the movies, but I wanted to write down a couple of strange dreams I had last night.

First, I was at my drum lesson and I couldn't keep proper time because the metronome was going faster and faster. It wasn't an electronic metronome; it was one of those old-fashioned upright ones where you have to release the lever to go back and forth. Anyway, after several tries, I realised it was the metronome, not me, and told my drum teacher. He said, "You're right. I guess I'll have to throw that one away."

The scene then changed to the school I work at. This TA asked me to put away some paper clips on her desk and I realised I'd never seen her desk before except briefly when we were setting something else up there. The bell rang 30 minutes early and the kids thought it was time to leave and I couldn't convince them otherwise.

So I left and my tires felt funny so I pulled in somewhere. My friend David (not Dave, this is a friend from temple) was there too. I asked him if he knew how to change a tire and he said he did but we couldn't find my spare tire in my trunk. He had some people with him who kept rushing him but he jumped into my car and started driving. I thought at least he has a license, not like the other Dave. He went through a red light by accident and sure enough we got pulled over. We pulled off the freeway and the cop went the other way so we pulled back on and he was still there so we got off again and waited but the cop was coaching sports right in front of us. David was freaking out, he kept saying, "I don't know what to do." I told him to start by getting the insurance card out and hoped he could find it. I was worried about whether it was illegal to drive with tires this bad.

Then I woke from that dream. I went back to sleep.

I dreamed I was looking out the door and a post office worker (who I realised when I woke up was the school custodian where I work) came up with a box for me. She said, "Well, this is the only house on this block so this must be yours." She had a teenage girl with her.

I went to get the package but Ernie ran out of the house. I called, "Ernie, no!" and went to get him. The girl kept saying, "Oh, he's a cat, let him go. I have two cats and they go outside." and the post office worker said, "You should have known better than to have an open door around him." I picked him up and put him back in but he kept running back out.

Then I was at my mom's house trying to tell her about this dream but I remembered the girl having a German accent and I lost my voice trying to imitate it. I was watching Scrubs and the Monty Python theme music came on, which made me happy, and then there was some sort of Monty Python-like fantasy where JD was playing the drums and I wondered if Zach Braff can really play but unfortunately I could tell it was fake.

The scene changed again and I was back at my mom's house. I had plans with my friend Linda for the day. My grandma was over for some reason and she told me to put on a sweater when I was wearing one and put on jeans when I was wearing jeans. My uncle appeared out of nowhere and said, "panic," and I was pissed that he thought I was pissed, and told myself, "Breathe. We talked about this, remember?"and visualised a video game screen. Then Grandma said she wanted breakfast and my mom reminded me she was here because we were all going to the festival of honey. I tried to remind her of the Scrubs episode where this happened to Turk but I got two episodes mixed up. In any case, I walked into the kitchen really angry because I had to flake on Linda the same way she always flakes on me. I was just taking out a square glass dish when I woke up.

OK, I am off, I guess, now that my subconscious has been emptied of weird dreams. :) I will write a real post soon, and in the meantime don't forget another podcast is coming this week-end at heroicmuse.wordpress.com