Xtokalon - yeah, just last week, oddly enough.
Anyways, you guys opened a bigass can of worms with this tread. Since I regularly write ramblings my dreams often appear in there, so I have a nice backlog to copy-paste RIGHT IN HERE! Mwuahahahaha.... (to pseudo-quote Satori)
Each paragraph is a complete dream, as I remember them. It mentions all oddities, confusing and sudden plot twists and fallicies of logic completely casually. There are also constant references to people that none of you know, some under aliases... not much I can do about all that, though. Prepare yourselves for utter surreality. (Is that a word?)
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So I'm going back to the CANCoach office (software company I used to work at) with Chris and Cam is with us. Of course, the building is in Gastown, as opposed to the West End, and is nothing like the actual office. Cam has to use the bathroom, which he does, except it's a gigantic futuristic-looking wide open room with a ladder leading about 2 stories up where there is a single futuristic-looking urinal, up on a sort of loft. As he pisses (into the urinal) it comes down like a waterfall and Chris makes some kind of joke about how you have to watch where you're standing. I'm working there, at CANCoach, again, and resolve all of my issues with the individuals I was pretty sure didn't really like me. So, we proceed to do laundry in the basement of the office (?), then we stop at a mall while on our way to some company event, for which I take a bunch of people in the van. I went looking for a costume for some sort of role-playing game with a couple of guys, and, conveniently, it's a costume of the Riddler I just happen to be looking for. I can't seem to find any green bowlers, but when I do, they're only sold in six-packs, much like Save-on-Food's cinnamon rolls. However, they also sold green fedoras without any tops, just brims. I was working at IHOP, yet also, somehow, not really. I went down to the restaurant at 9:00 PM, early for the start of my shift, needing to change clothes. I go into the men's washroom, and find myself confused when Susanna is in it. Then, some other random female customer walks in and I realize that the men's and women's washrooms are connected by a door usually kept shut, except that I found it open and unwittingly walked through it... I wasn't quite thinking clearly in the dream - it was as if I was drunk. These washrooms are also oddly spacious. Then, I got embittered, along with the cooks, that they moved the air hockey table into the women's washroom AGAIN. Somehow ended up getting dropped off by Hosehead (driving my Accord) on some elaborate structure floating in Burrard Inlet, near Port Moody. The structure is a cross between some sort of dock/anchored raft and a children's wooden playground set. It's raining profusely. I listen to "Stairway to Heaven" and air guitar the solo crazily, then find an obscure early Metallica album that has ONLY tracks (it starts at 11 for some reason) 11-16. All of the track titles are in a Scandanavian language, except for track 15, which is entitled "Be (A Polish Chick)". The CD was blank. And, there was no CD playing device of any kind to be found, or speakers.
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So basically, this really tough 40-year-old guy wants to beat me up, and Derf is trying to stop him. The reason he wants to beat me is because I failed to rent a video from a little white wooden stand outside of the restauraunt. I was supposed to get one of the 3 tapes kept in stock before they were all rented out, but failed. To stop the guy, Derf sang the Nightwish song "Come Cover Me", which sports operatic female vocals. He sang it perfectly. At that point I woke up, probably my brain's way of sparing myself.
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All of my CD's had different cover art. Discussed with local filmmaker Howie Woo how the director should walk out onscreen in the last few minutes of any film and demand immediate verbal feedback from the audience. I claimed it would start a revolution in filmmaking. Fred was forced to confront a random garden-tool wielding man in a random house. I ran into a friend of mine and and Tom Cruise backstage on the set of Ally McBeal and got trapped in a dark room with them somehow. I noticed that the word "Loviathin" was on a large poster of a nighttime urban scene and the bar code on the bottom-left corner of the poster contained the letters "NowIR1". I was motorcycling with my motorcycle buds (all of us in full biker regalia, leather and all) across... presumably the American Midwest (dusty roads, wide open spaces and a very hot day), on our way to my high school ten-year reunion. When we arrived at the reunion, I was taken upstairs to look at apartments, one of which had a nice view of downtown Vancouver as seen from the Grandview area. It was a really small apartment. The security guard at Bridge Studios gave me back my bank card. Jason from theatresports (can't remember his last name), along with his 10-year old brother or sister (I couldn't tell) apparently there as some kind of hostage, hijacked me and my car. He forced me holding a gun to the child's head to drive back to my house. When we got there, I daringly jumped out of the car and dashed around to the trunk to get my shotgun... which I apparently keep in my trunk. However, Jason had disappeared. Then, I noticed him inside my house through the front room window and I shot him.
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Dark Tranquillity, member by member, became a chick band, one of which was Jennifer Love Hewitt. I was hanging out with the band outside of what appeared to be the back of some warehouse and she decided flashing passing traffic would be fun. We went inside the warehouse-type place which appeared to be an apartment building. I went to my apartment to change then met up with them in theirs and hung around in a hot tub for awhile. Then, I left to go back to my room which somehow became a large athletic facility containing a pool where the Olympics were being held. Tiffany-Amber Theissen won a medal for Canada for some swimming event, and actually set a world record, for which she recieved an overty long celebratory kiss from me, which was apparently a tradition for World Record setters. From there I went back to the Dark Tranquility girls' place which turned itself into a massive aquatic complex which was round and three stories high... with a water level that could range for occasion from filling all the way to the top floor or just the bottom one. It was a really cool spectacle of modern technology. The DT girls were, of course, present, as was some IHOP staff or associated individuals. I somehow in there came to notice that I was all out of Irish Cream. Going down to the bottom floor of this complex, I found myself AS The Rock in a WWF Title showdown against the Undertaker. However... it was not a wrestling match, but rather, a "gauntlet"-type event that had us running around completing all sorts of tasks, both physical and mental. The event was overseen by B.C. premier Gordon Campbell.
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The dream begins with me traveling back in time - I might be Michael J. Fox, I'm not sure. In the past, the world is covered with water and specifically, the area around Minnekhada Park is swampy and surrounded in water and it's just inside on the shore of this anciently extended ocean that I find myself. Of course, the Lodge is there and it's only about 100 years ago. I race along the dock/pathway to the lodge, my steps weighed down by my rubber-like legs finding it difficult to propel me along the wooden surface which for some reason feels far more like bog. Arriving at the front door, the official timekeeper declares I made it in 2 minutes and 44 seconds, a new record. I enter the lodge, which is actually some form of hotel. I go to room 1, and the hotel guy is harassing me (as I'm clearly there for no purpose and have no money), but the people in room 1 cover for me, say I'm with them, and let me in. I get myself a drink, which is a bottled carbonated peach beverage that has the peach pit floating around inside. I hand one to a mildly attractive dark-haired female whom I quickly seduce <heh... just like in real life!>. The lodge becomes a town and the room part of one hotel of many in a flashy Las Vegas meets Whistler Villiage-like atmosphere. There's an award winning scene where Norm MacDonald has a lengthy intellectual discussion with some woman, until I meet up with them and we stop as we wander into a concert of sorts and I don't want us to be too loud and disturb the show, we leave. The town is run by a sheriff with the power of the law and there's an incident involving some chinese dancers and some white gun-toting yahoos who try to attack them. They are caught by the sheriff's men, and he orders their immediate execution there on the street. Somehow, I have a discussion with some guy that the best form of execution is "drowning by leaky submarine" because it's the easiest form of execution to escape from and get away. I run back to the hotel villa to look for a picture book belonging to a small chinese girl who was killed in the incident, this book being the key to my getting back to the present. I work my way through the apparent multitude of hotel rooms I (and not her) stayed in, in backwards chronological order. In that journey I find that one of the hotels is the lobby for CDIS, and Chris and Ramin are there. At some point I have a conversation with "my chick" and explain why I have to go back to the present and she can't come with me. Then, sequences of the dream are revisited, out of order, in greater detail, until I wake up.
). So I get dressed run for the door and then it comes to me that it is only 8:00pm. I really hate that.
