Art, Wine, and NCIS

I had two dreams last night. The first was that I was planning a party with two people I knew in HS. One friend, Kim. One foe, Reinhardt. I can't remember why we were together or what we were planning for (probably Thanksgiving given its proximity and Anthony's phone call yesterday). I just know that we went back to Reinhardt's new house and the three of us were planning a dinner party for the next day.

It started off as dinner, then an art exhibition got thrown in. I wasn't sure how people were going to create beautiful works of art to share overnight, but that's what Kim wanted. I was particularly worried about my ability to create something since I also had to go shopping. And when we were coming up with our shopping list, I also became worried about my ability to pay for all of this. I kept saying, "I can't spend more than a couple hundred dollars. I just don't have it."

So dinner and art became wine, snacks, and art. I was going to buy the snacks. I had a list, but then at the end, I decided it would be better to consult the internet what went best with wine. I had Doritos on the original list. They were Nacho Cheese, and cheese does go with wine, but still...

That was pretty much the end of that dream, though I did notice people started showing up for the party before we had even finished planning it. They were all outside on the deck and suddenly I thought the Hip Hop they were probably listening to wasn't appropriate for wine. Suddenly I began searching for classical music.

The next dream began in a hospital. I was Abby from NCIS out with Gibbs and Dinozzo trying to catch the bad guy (which is weird since Abby isn't an agent. She's in the forensics lab). I don't remember who we were trying to catch, I just remember walking into a bathroom where a stall was sprayed almost from floor to ceiling in blood. Then I was going down the stairs carrying my big brown blanket and my dog, Abby (weird, huh?), when I bumped into someone coming up.

I looked at Dinozzo....somehow...through a wall...and he told me the guy was an arsonist, but he wasn't the guy we were looking for so I shouldn't worry about it. As I came out of the stairwell, though, everyone in the  pediatric unit was running out screaming about fire. I yelled up to Dinozzo, "The babies! He's in the babies!"

I joined everyone else in a special fire exit stairwell, and we all stood around outside looking for the guy. I was the only one who had gotten a look at him (though we had turned our backs to each other in the stairwell for some reason), so when I spotted him among the nurses, I ran to get someone with a gun. I couldn't find Gibbs or Dinozzo, but I found the balding cop guy from CSI: Miami.

He ran up and shot the guy in the right shoulder. Gibbs yelled at me for not telling him instead of the CSI guy, and I think they all went to subdue the guy. For SOME reason, I decided to take off into the woods then. I ran through fairly thick trees for a while until a came to this snow patch, with yellow in it - supposed to be flowers, and I jumped in there. Supposedly this marked the border to Colorado, and I was free.

Unfortunately, the arsonist was right behind me. Despite my staggering lead, he tracked me and found me pretty quickly. I tried to get away, but somehow I just fell into the tangle of vines and couldn't open my eyes. The arsonist started to tell me how that was the waste of people, among other crazy things, and I fought my way out.

We came to a house in a snowy clearing just past where we were in the trees. It was some sort of daycare. I begged the man not to destroy it. He seemed like he would oblige me until he read some sort of religious sign on the door. Before I could see what happened, I took off again.

I thought maybe if I was more careful this time, he wouldn't be able to track me. Then I realized, who was I kidding? I didn't know where I was, and I was no ghost. Not to mention, I didn't really have a head start this time, so all I had was my speed to try to get away.

I don't know how that ended/would have ended. I started waking up and realized I actually was alone, which made the dream all the more real. I was barely awake, but I think I made the decision to wake myself up more rather than continue being chased in a dream.

I'm sure I could have gone into more detail with these, but there was so much to get down before I forgot. I'd also like to include why all of these things came together, but I'm hungry. Maybe next time...

Crusty Bread

I had yet another dream about being in HS again the other night. It was probably the least remarkable of them all, though - the only unremarkable one, so I didn't remember it well enough to post. I DID have a postable dream last night. So before I forget...

This may be out of order, but the gist of it is that I was trying to register for classes, conversing with Bassett over the internet, talking to my dad, and ordering Chinese food. The details...

My dad had a girlfriend. In real life, he's still married to my mom. But in the dream, he had a gf. And for some reason, when ever I tried to talk to him, he was only in his boxers so I had to talk to him through a door or through this girlfriend. That's the particularly disturbing part of the dream.

Then there was registering. I kept having to try again because something would go wrong. I wasn't going through WINGS, it was some other site where I just picked my program from a drop down menu. Maybe all of the errors dealing with grad school registering have replaced my dreams where I'm sent back to HS because I didn't finish. Either way, I'm not impressed. I've already registered for all of my classes, and I'm set to graduate. So there better not be any more screw ups.

And then there's Bassett. I think I was emailing him back and forth (the only way we communicate other than the phone) about the registering and all of the problems I was having. During this process, I told him I was ordering Chinese food, and that I'd be happy to order some for him as well. He lives in FL.

I went online to check out their menu. Only, going online was strangely like teleporting my dad and I to the restaurant for a moment. It had one of those giant picture menus like you see in mall food courts. There were pictures of all the standard Chinese dishes - corn on the cob with french fries (appeared to be one entity), a fried chicken wrap, crusty bread...oh it makes me laugh. Crusty bread was a particularly big deal, but I can't remember why now.

Anyway, my dad deemed this acceptable, and we were teleported back to our original location (not sure where that was). I was explaining to him that it would be better if he went to pick it up because he would have to run out to the shipping store anyway. I started thinking of my options again, and suddenly a courier service came to mind. That would be much too slow, I decided...way slower than FedEx who gets it there magically, of course, without the slow driving of a courier.

Aren't dreams fun? My dad protested that sending 'Chinese' food to FL wasn't the best idea, but I insisted. And I sent one last email telling Bassett that I hoped his food arrived warm. I'm not sure if it did...

Pickles

I haven't posted in about a month for a number of reasons. One dream I remembered vividly was about my old dog and it made me sad, so I didn't want to remember it longer than necessary. Others I've either not had time to write down before I forgot, or was too tired to get up and write them down before I forgot. The latter is almost true this morning. I had the dream, woke up, and chose to go back to sleep for a bit, so I don't remember all of it in great detail, but I do remember two things: pickles and the street band. Also, another cream just flashed into my head. The one about my mom living in a hospital/hotel. Maybe I'll write that one later. Anyway...

I think I was in Vegas. I say this because I kept thinking that I'd have to ask Mike if he saw the street band, and he's the one who went with me. It was strange because they weren't just playing for money, they were inviting people to come play with them. There was a violin, a steel drum-looking thing, and two other instruments I can't remember right now. I know a steel drum and a violin don't really work together, but they did here.

Actually, I can't remember hearing any music from them. I kept thinking about songs they might play, or songs I might play with them. And I watched them play; I should have been able to hear it. But I couldn't. Interesting. I remember watching one guy (audience member) play the violin in the middle of the circle with them. I made eye contact with the real violin player....wait I heard music then. I just don't remember what it was. I must not have recognized it.

Anyway, there was that and then there was the food part. This was also outdoors, but under a tent. It was top chef-esque and ingredients were constantly being wheeled by my bleachers. For some reason, this girl I went to HS with was sitting to my right, and I really disliked her. I don't remember seeing any food made, but there was a lot of food rolled by us, and this chick started bitching about the pickles. It was time to clean up or something, and she didn't want the pickles wheeled by her again maybe. I can't remember too well. In any case, I went up to the pickle bowl and grabbed a huge stack to eat before returning to my seat next to her. I took a big bite out of all of them, burger style. Juice ran everywhere. I let it drip next to her. I started to eat the pickles one by one and this point, but was surprised that each one I ate already had a bite taken out of it.....and then I remembered why. I guess I was waking up again at this point, and that's why there was confusion.

That's all I have for this dream. Maybe I'll do the hospital dream later. It's sort of funny about the sensory details here considering our recent class. I know they could be better, but still.