Thursday, December 20, 2012
Time traveling cab and the commish
I needed to take a taxi ride from somewhere in the high 70s on Park heading to Madison to a university library. I hailed the cab but when I went to get in, it was a Delorean and it took me a second to figure that out; the cabbie started to drive away but I yelled at him to stop and he rushed me in asking if I was planning on getting in the cab this century. There was an odd pause (it was a time machine, see?) and wasn't sure where the library was but told the cabbie that I would know it when we got close.
He begins driving down Park Ave. and then he morphs from a normal cabbie in the city to Ed Harris in looks, but he told me his name was Roger Goodell. As we're driving down Park, the road turns into more of a campus road, weaving between buildings, and I am texting E.M., a former coworker from S.A. to find out exactly where the library is. He texts back one word: "Horsemen." I know I've told the cabbie the wrong location so I redirect him to the undergraduate library, which has statues of men riding horseback in front, and as he turns the cab around to park while facing the direction that he will need to go after I'm out of his cab, he starts explaining that he's just a regular guy even though he's Roger Goodell. I have pulled out my wallet and I told him I have an $11 bill, but when I pull it out from my wallet, I correct myself and tell him it's actually a $15 bill that I got as a novelty, but it's real money. I pay him in cash - but not w/my coveted $15 bill - and I hope out of the cab and run over to the library entrance.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Three parts of cities, aliens and art
1.) From a camera view: fireworks were being set off above the shop that I worked at in New York City for some sort of celebration. A few minutes before they were supposed to go off, I walked out the front door, which was in the middle of the block on the northeast side, underneath the scaffolding that partially blocked the entrance, to see who had started to gather to watch the show. The view switched to first-person at this point, and the first set of fireworks were shot up into the air directly above our heads. I remember thinking how dangerous it seemed that the fireworks were so close to us when they were erupting, and right at that moment, a dud firework dropped into the hands of one of the people in my group. He caught the silver ball and I ran around the corner, thinking it was going to explode, then the view switched back to camera view so I "saw" him laugh as he tossed the firework into the street and nothing happened. I was around the northeast corner of the block now, and I ran into K.H. from work, who was climbing two ropes up the side of the building, to the fire escape, and into a window that looked like someone's apartment. He knew the person, but it still seemed strange; I followed him up and peered into the window, but saw that he had left the room so I hurried back down to ground level and met him as he came out of the door to the apartment on the corner. He didn't see me for some reason, so he turned left to go toward the shop I worked in. The door to the apartment morphed into a door that also led into my shop, so I opened it and grabbed a cat hair brush, got on my hands and knees, and began to collect the cat hair that had accumulated in front of the entryway to my shop.
2.) As I typed the first dream, the second one disappeared completely from my memory. However, as soon as I typed "young girl" in the third dream description, this one came back to me:
Kevin Costner and I were in a movie together, but to me it seemed like real life. We had been living in an alternate reality in which we were some of the last remaining people on earth because there had been alien attacks. Some time in the past, Kevin Costner had stolen an alien aircraft and during the course of that adventure, he figured out what we needed to do to stay alive. So, he had encrusted the alien's aircraft into marble and turned it into a statue in the grassy area in front of the Philadelphia art museum. We somehow had a girl that wasn't biologically ours, but we both called "our daughter." She was happy to be with us, I think because her family had been killed by the aliens. It's unclear how she came to be with us, but what is clear is that we all loved one another. I had my hair cut very short, and I was putting it up into two pigtails as we sat by the statue of the alien ship. Another ship came down from the sky and hovered in front of our statue as the three of us watched in horror. The ship scanned the statue with a blue light that came out of the front of it, then the alien made some sort of noise and flew off. We were terrified that the the alien was going to bring more of his comrades back to capture us based on the fact that we'd put up one of their aircrafts as a statue.
3.) I was shopping at the Gap because I had been told by a stewardess that there was a really good sale happening there today. I had flown to Buffalo for some reason, and I had some time to kill. Then, I received a phone call from someone named Michael with the last name along the lines of Mancuso (but I'm not entirely certain that that's it) while I was leaving the store through a revolving door. I answered it excitedly, but no one was on the other line, or so I thought. I looked to the southeast corner because a young guy in a short-sleeved, lime green button-down shirt had caught my eye. He said "This isn't Michael," as I heard the same line through the phone, and I watched as he dropped the BlackBerry into the wire trash can. I pulled the phone away from my ear as the guy hustled off and disappeared, then called Michael's home phone number. He picked up and I told him what had happened. He said he wasn't really at home, he had had his home phone calls forwarded elsewhere, and then he asked me how I was doing. I hesitated to go into a conversation with him that involved anything other than me checking up on him because he is married and I didn't want to open any sort of situation that was inappropriate. However, Michael was friendly enough on the phone so I continued chatting with him about nothing of importance as I walked to the Museum of Natural History (in New York). I walked inside to get away from the street noise so that I could hear our conversation better, and I sat down on the marble stairs, leaning to my right side. I asked Michael how that guy had gotten his hands on his BlackBerry, and Michael told me that he had been an idiot when the kid came speeding up next to him at a red light. Michael asked the kid where he was going and the kid told him that he was late to the Sabres game, and could he please borrow Michael's cell phone. Michael, being the seemingly nice guy that he is, gave the kid his phone and the kid sped away. I had asked Michael another question but he didn't answer, so I called his name a few more times before hanging up, assuming our connection just dropped. He appeared in front of me seemingly out of nowhere and I asked him how he knew which museum I was sitting in. He said he'd taken a wild guess. I stood up and gave him a quick hug, told him it was good to see him, even though I was upset that he hadn't mentioned that he was married on the flight we met on earlier. He grumbled some sort of unintelligible response and I let it go as we walked to the food court to get lunch. The line was terribly long so we slipped through some barrier to go downstairs to the express food station, but a young girl followed us through the divider. I stayed upstairs after telling Michael what I wanted to eat but he went downstairs and sat at the base to peruse the menu while facing me. The young girl had delayed walking down the stairs for some reason, then out of the blue, she heaved a cabinet on wheels that was next to us down the stairs, toward Michael. I was paralyzed with fear and wondered why he didn't see or hear the huge cabinet crashing down the stairs toward him, but then the cabinet whizzed by him and crashed into the wall to his right. I breathed a huge sigh of relief but then everyone in the seating area downstairs slowly turned to look up to see how the cabinet had been sent down. The young girl who had pushed it had followed the cabinet downstairs and was pretending like she had been there the whole time, leaving me standing there looking terrified, so I bolted to my left to talk to the maitre'd at the podium, and explained that I hadn't been the one to do that. I pointed out the young girl to him, told him it was the girl with the white hair elastic holding her hair up, and miraculously he believed me and called security. Michael came upstairs then, oblivious to everything that had just transpired, and informed me that he put in an order for a loaded cheese steak that we would split.
2.) As I typed the first dream, the second one disappeared completely from my memory. However, as soon as I typed "young girl" in the third dream description, this one came back to me:
Kevin Costner and I were in a movie together, but to me it seemed like real life. We had been living in an alternate reality in which we were some of the last remaining people on earth because there had been alien attacks. Some time in the past, Kevin Costner had stolen an alien aircraft and during the course of that adventure, he figured out what we needed to do to stay alive. So, he had encrusted the alien's aircraft into marble and turned it into a statue in the grassy area in front of the Philadelphia art museum. We somehow had a girl that wasn't biologically ours, but we both called "our daughter." She was happy to be with us, I think because her family had been killed by the aliens. It's unclear how she came to be with us, but what is clear is that we all loved one another. I had my hair cut very short, and I was putting it up into two pigtails as we sat by the statue of the alien ship. Another ship came down from the sky and hovered in front of our statue as the three of us watched in horror. The ship scanned the statue with a blue light that came out of the front of it, then the alien made some sort of noise and flew off. We were terrified that the the alien was going to bring more of his comrades back to capture us based on the fact that we'd put up one of their aircrafts as a statue.
3.) I was shopping at the Gap because I had been told by a stewardess that there was a really good sale happening there today. I had flown to Buffalo for some reason, and I had some time to kill. Then, I received a phone call from someone named Michael with the last name along the lines of Mancuso (but I'm not entirely certain that that's it) while I was leaving the store through a revolving door. I answered it excitedly, but no one was on the other line, or so I thought. I looked to the southeast corner because a young guy in a short-sleeved, lime green button-down shirt had caught my eye. He said "This isn't Michael," as I heard the same line through the phone, and I watched as he dropped the BlackBerry into the wire trash can. I pulled the phone away from my ear as the guy hustled off and disappeared, then called Michael's home phone number. He picked up and I told him what had happened. He said he wasn't really at home, he had had his home phone calls forwarded elsewhere, and then he asked me how I was doing. I hesitated to go into a conversation with him that involved anything other than me checking up on him because he is married and I didn't want to open any sort of situation that was inappropriate. However, Michael was friendly enough on the phone so I continued chatting with him about nothing of importance as I walked to the Museum of Natural History (in New York). I walked inside to get away from the street noise so that I could hear our conversation better, and I sat down on the marble stairs, leaning to my right side. I asked Michael how that guy had gotten his hands on his BlackBerry, and Michael told me that he had been an idiot when the kid came speeding up next to him at a red light. Michael asked the kid where he was going and the kid told him that he was late to the Sabres game, and could he please borrow Michael's cell phone. Michael, being the seemingly nice guy that he is, gave the kid his phone and the kid sped away. I had asked Michael another question but he didn't answer, so I called his name a few more times before hanging up, assuming our connection just dropped. He appeared in front of me seemingly out of nowhere and I asked him how he knew which museum I was sitting in. He said he'd taken a wild guess. I stood up and gave him a quick hug, told him it was good to see him, even though I was upset that he hadn't mentioned that he was married on the flight we met on earlier. He grumbled some sort of unintelligible response and I let it go as we walked to the food court to get lunch. The line was terribly long so we slipped through some barrier to go downstairs to the express food station, but a young girl followed us through the divider. I stayed upstairs after telling Michael what I wanted to eat but he went downstairs and sat at the base to peruse the menu while facing me. The young girl had delayed walking down the stairs for some reason, then out of the blue, she heaved a cabinet on wheels that was next to us down the stairs, toward Michael. I was paralyzed with fear and wondered why he didn't see or hear the huge cabinet crashing down the stairs toward him, but then the cabinet whizzed by him and crashed into the wall to his right. I breathed a huge sigh of relief but then everyone in the seating area downstairs slowly turned to look up to see how the cabinet had been sent down. The young girl who had pushed it had followed the cabinet downstairs and was pretending like she had been there the whole time, leaving me standing there looking terrified, so I bolted to my left to talk to the maitre'd at the podium, and explained that I hadn't been the one to do that. I pointed out the young girl to him, told him it was the girl with the white hair elastic holding her hair up, and miraculously he believed me and called security. Michael came upstairs then, oblivious to everything that had just transpired, and informed me that he put in an order for a loaded cheese steak that we would split.
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