I’ve been a little stressed about work lately, and when that happens, I tend to have anxiety dreams. Usually they’re things like being late for the airport, or missing a test in college. But last night I had a Super Special anxiety dream, where I discovered I had been tapped to be the backup drummer for The Jonas Brothers, but a few minutes before we went on stage, I realized I had never heard any Jonas Brothers songs. Also, I’m not a drummer.
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I had a dream last night that I met Sarah Palin. One of the things I told her was that I was concerned that people don’t have a voice. She nodded and suggested that maybe people should write their ideas out on huge banners and stretch them across the state of Alaska. My response? “Governor Palin, I don’t think that will work.”
Apologies for the lack of updates recently. They unofficially have us on 6 day work weeks, so I haven’t had too much time for fun-ness. Still was able to squeeze in an outing to Martunis Saturday night where I had, wait for it, two thirds of an apricot martini. Aw yeah. Sunday a group of us walked to The Park Chalet for an overpriced brunch. Trying to get my money’s worth, I ate a lot of cocktail shrimp and woke up this morning with a stomach ache. But, as Yar pointed out, at least I “just leveled up in Asian”.
Assuming that dreams are a window into the inner workings of the brain, some wacky stuff is going on in my head.
Here are a couple dreams I’ve had in the past few weeks:
- I was in the world of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I received a call on my cell phone from Cameron, the “good” Terminator, who was being uncharacteristically emotional. She told me that she was having a really hard time living up to everyone’s expectations, and that she didn’t know what to do. My reply was, “Don’t worry about it. Just be brave. All you have to do is be brave.” Then I lowered my voice to a whisper and added, “And protect John Connor.”.
- I don’t remember much of this dream, except that at the end, I looked down, and my pants were covered in blood. My friend Camila was (understandably) concerned, and inquired about why my pants were covered in blood. My explanation? “Oh, it’s okay. Only about half of it is mine.”
My unconscious fear of missing photographs of important/cute events seems to have returned. Last night I dreamt I was walking down the street and I happened upon a box of puppies. No, really. It was some sort of donation box where people could drop off their unwanted puppies and kittens. On the side, there was a sign that said “Can hold up to 50 puppies or 100 kittens.” I reached in and pulled out a pomeranian puppy, and I tried to use my camera phone to take a picture of me holding the puppy. But for some reason, my camera phone kept giving me error messages, and I couldn’t take the picture. Later, I opened up the box and found a bunch of 3-inch-long kittens.
In non-dream-related news, I went to another yoga class this Saturday. It was more challenging than the first one I went to, but still fun. This weekend I also put up several random pics on my flicker site.
Last night I had a dream that involved some sort of puzzle/trivia type game. There were a couple random questions about bands (“You know, the secret Christian band that sings ‘We were meant to live for so much more!’ Answer: Switchfoot) but for the final question, two movie posters popped up on the screen. On the left was
Hmmm…. I had to think about this. The first had something that the second had…
Well, the first one had Vin Diesel, and the second didn’t.
The answer came to me in a flash, and I typed it into the computer:
DING DING DING!! I win!!!
It *almost* makes sense but at the same time makes no sense at all.
Two nights ago I had a very strange dream. I had been kidnapped by some Made Up Dream Guy, and was sitting on the couch in what I presume was his home or hideout or something. He then put the end of a length of tubing underneath my nose which released gas and made me pass out. This was strange because I was, you know, already sleeping. Anyway, eventually I woke back up and came up with a clever plan to escape. I put the tube underneath his nose to make him pass out. After a couple minutes he did, but my ultra-clever plan was foiled when I saw a previously-unnoticed second Made Up Dream Kidnapper Guy staring at me. I decided to come up with an alternate plan and told him that I had to go to the bathroom. When I went into the next room, who should I see sitting there? None other than May Ling.
“May Ling!” I said, “Call for help!”
“I can’t,” she replied. “I don’t have reception.”
“I do; I have Verizon!”
EH??? Since when did my dreams become commercials for cell phone carriers? So sad.
Well consarnit, my posting has been rather lackluster lately. Maybe it’s because my life is painfully boring. Or maybe it is.
Major accomplishments of the past few days:
2) Finished unpacking. Holy crap. My room is the cleanest it will ever be, so if y’all want to see some amazing clean-ness (at least for me), stop on by before Hurricane Sha hits full force.
3) Fixed the toilet. Mariel says this means I could have been an ME major. I think this means I could have been a plumber.
4) Picked up the
5) Played with a coworker’s Nintendo DS. It’s pretty darn cool… I may just have to add it to my collection o’ handhelds.
6) 14 miles.
7) Had a dream last night that I was singing onstage with Ozomatli. In Spanish. A sign that I’ve been listening to their albums too much? Perhaps. “Cada dia yo veo la destruccion…”
Okay, so maybe “Major” was a bit too strong of a word.
We’re having some peeps over for Thanksgiving, so this should mean lots of cooking and lots of (hopefully) good food.
P.S. You can buy a
I had another dream last night which highlighted my
In other news, there is more information to add to the ongoing saga of
The problem with updating this site so infrequently, is that by the time I actually sit down to do it, I’ve forgotten what it was I wanted to write about in the first place. So instead, I’ll just ramble incoherently (even more so than usual) until I get tired.
Work has been going pretty well so far, although I seem to be working faster than I should, because they keep running out of things to have me do. In the evenings I’ve actually been doing stuff, which is a nice change. Not really exciting things, but going to coffee shops and bookstores at least gets me out of the apartment and away from computers.
I noticed during college that I almost never remembered my dreams, and I was never sure why. But recently I read an article that said that when you are sleep-deprived (like I was throughout college,) your body skips lighter sleep, when dreams occur, and goes straight into deep sleep. So I figure that I wasn’t remembering many of my dreams because I wasn’t really having very many. So now that I have to get to work every morning, I actually go to sleep at a decent time, and can usually squeeze in 7 or 8 hours. As a result, I have a virtual cornucopia of dreams every night. Some of the most recent ones I can remember are getting my tongue pierced with a hammer and chisel, being chased through a park by two lions (one male and one female), and driving around the city in plastic Playskool cars. I like to see them as making up for 5 years of lost dreams.
Here’s something that I was wondering about as I drove to work today: when I’m by myself, to save gas, I tend to drive with the windows open rather than use the air conditioner. The problem is that with the wind blowing through the open windows, I have to turn the radio up really high in order to hear it. So my question is: am I destroying my hearing by doing this? It seems that either the sound of the super-loud wind or the super-loud radio would be harmful to my hearing. Or do the two super-loud sounds somehow magically cancel each other out like matter and anti-matter, sparing me a lifetime of hearing aids?
Well, I think that was incoherent enough.
I think that I have an unconscious phobia of missing taking pictures of important events. Last week I had a dream that I was in a coffee house with the members of U2. A few of us were just sort of hanging out and chatting with them, when my Imaginary Dream Friend and I decide it would be a cool idea to get a picture with U2. So I hand my Other Imaginary Dream Friend my camera and we go stand by U2. A whole bunch of people start taking pictures, and I can see my Other Imaginary Dream Friend struggling to see over all the people taking pictures. Eventually, The Edge gets frustrated and leaves, and my picture never gets taken.
Then two days ago, I dreamt I was walking with a friend near a zoo when I notice that one of the fences has a hole in it. A baby goat squeezes through the hole, so I pick it up and carry it around. It is very cute and fuzzy and full of baby animal goodness, so I ask my friend to take my picture with it. For some reason, she can’t take the picture, so she gives up and I have to return the baby goat to the zoo, sans cute baby goat picture.
So the moral of the story is, if I ask you to take my picture, for you own good and mine, please do it.
In unrelated news, this is my webpage’s 100th post! Woohoo! What’s someone called who is 100 years old? I wanted to title this post Sha Sha the Centurion, but when I looked that up on dictionary.com, I discovered that a centurion is the commander of a century in the Roman army. As cool as that would be, I didn’t want anyone to think that I had run off to compete in chariot races or anything like that.
Finally, I was referenced in an online article! A writer for the SANS Institute (SysAdmin, Audit, Network, and Security) referenced a project on computer viruses that I had worked on for CS201 a couple of years ago. Although I’m flattered that he appreciated my description of polymorphic viruses, it makes me a little wary of the SANS Institute, seeing as they quoted a college student.