Weird dream

I don't have time to describe this dream in full, but here's the gist.

Someone who I barely know, and haven't spoken to much since I was a child, well all of a sudden she was living with me. I wasn't fond of the idea. She's stupid.

So one night all these random people came in to my room and asked if I had seen her, and I was like, "fuck no." Then I hear giggling from under my bed. She was hiding there for no apparent reason.

So I tossed her out. She got really pissed, and went in my bathroom and started spraying my Kiehl's Creme with Silk Groom all over the walls.

After that I was preparing to kill her, but I woke up before I got it done.

Interpretation: I'm a metrosexual sociopath.

Oh yeah

I was dreaming something about peeling the skin off of oddly shaped onions. There was much more to it, but that's all I remember.

Dream memories

May be stored in uric acid. Submit this hypothesis to the Nobel committee.

Dream of Big Blue

I dreamed about a kind old talking bear who lived with me on my large nook and cranny-ish estate.
Occasionally, circumstances would call upon him to do good deeds and save lives

I tried to hide him, but it turns out, all along the government was watching us.

Eventually I grew old, and Blue grew so large that Sony decided to capture him, gut him, and turn him into an amusement park ride. Except he was somehow still alive preserved in a state of living death, because that was somehow less cruel to them.

The Simpsons visited the Big Blue ride, and Homer conceded his bet with Bart that he could, in fact, "pay 10 dollars to touch a dead monkey."

Homer seemed unaware that bears are not monkeys.

The end?

Maybe breaking, but never braking.

My volition is gone
Or I've stopped pretending
Can't change for one

Dream last night

I was walking around a dark street. Some festivities were going on, but as usual I was aloof and confused by them. Halloween? I dunno.



Someone, or a small group rather, tried to play some kind of prank on me. Naturally this ended in me beating the group leader and fleeing. Soon after, the police caught up with me.



I've talked my way out of many situations with the police. If you are calm, articulate, white, and exude knowledge of the law, they are not inclined to arrest you. I've tested this too many times.



In the dream though both my attacker (victim) and myself are arrested. As we are loaded into the patrol car, I realize the attacker is my brother. I look again and it is a small young asian man.



Now things spiral. My sleeping mind loses the ability to enforce continuity and thought and images lose their focus.



I awaken wondering if the continuity I experience while awake is enforced by nature, or a construct of my more focused mind. I do believe that in physical law enforces some temporal continuity.



What I experience as such is a separate thing. Useful, but illusory.

Edit: 2/27/2008

I no longer have any recollection of this dream, which is expected, but I also don't remember writing this post. That is a little unsettling.

Hudson Hawk dream

I've read recently that some neuroscientist has claimed that the main function of dreams is to sort of war game survival situations.

The gist of the study was that rats deprived of REM sleep, but not sleep generally, do not respond normally, or at all to threatening situations. Actually, they respond by grooming themselves.

Reminds me of a Bill Cosby routine where he said his mother's main concern if he got in a car accident was that he be wearing clean underwear. She instructed him to keep a pair in the glove compartment.

So perhaps grooming is an appropriate response to a threat; you know, leave a beautiful corpse.

Anyhow, I watched half of Hudson Hawk on HDNet last night, and during the night I had a dream that involved fighting off a body builder named Butterfingers who was attacking me while I was trapped in a phone booth.

The most absurd element of this dream was that I was in a phone booth. I never go in a phone booth. The only way I would is if I was trapped in a blizzard, and in that case I don't think a body builder would be inclined to attack me. He'd be like, "fuck this, I could be tanning and shooting testabol 250 in my glute."

So...what was I talking about?

Tired

I think I tend to get a bit of delayed sleep phase syndrome.

My bedtime has progressively gotten later over the holiday, so I'm trying to set it straight.

Last night I took 75mg of diphenhydramine (benadryl) to get myself to bed. It worked and I conked out about 9pm. This morning I tried to get up at 8am, finally dragged myself up at 9am, and made a quadruple espresso.

Well, although the listed half-life of benadryl is 2-8 hours, I'm still a bit groggy over 16 hours later, despite all the caffeine. Biological half-lives are not as reliable as isotope half-lives. I think I've gone through this before, and I didn't quite remember...so maybe if I post it here I won't be so dumb as to try an anti-histamine to help me sleep again.

In fact, I probably forgot how groggy it made me...because it made me so groggy. I think that is why people drink so heavily, sure we all know hangovers are horrible, but I think the lingering effects of alcohol prevent you from really remembering the horribleness in a concrete way.

Note to self

Work on script for giant monster shark who is an Islamic terrorist in the refrigerator horror movie.

The giant shark has his baby giant shark little brother and sister as accomplices. Except they look human.

They get caught trying to steal a casserole by swimming through the fridges water filter. Giant monster shark goes insane with rage, attacks, gets caught in giant metal jaw machine.

Not sure how Islam fits in, but the rest makes sense I think.

Oh yeah there's also a scene where I get chased down a cul de sac by a guy with an AK47. I'm saved by people in strange robes.