Dream Log: August 9, 2001

OK, well, I usually don't remember my dreams too long after I've awaken, but I've been at work and play all day and last night's dream still resonates in my mind.

You see, at the ripe old age of 105, or however old it is I am, I'm going back to school again. Now, I haven't thought much about it, but obviously my subconscious has...'cause last night, I dreamed about school.

I dreamt I was riding in a van with a bunch of other students around the campus headed for class. When the van stopped, I started to get out and someone said, "Pick us up in an hour," talking to me. I started to say, "But," and then I looked around and no one was in the van but me...the driver's door was open, but the driver was gone. They obviously expected me to be their driver.

So, I drove around for a few minutes and then thought, "To hell with this, I'm going to class!" So I parked the van and headed for a building, but the building looked like it had been bombed..you know, most of the side was missing...and the only way in was to climb up the side of the building using some harness apparatus, and so I did. I maneuvered up two stories, scrambling up the side of a classroom building.

And then I woke up; I hope this is no foreboding of the difficulties I'm about to face at school. I'm too old to be climbing buildings.

I was in the basement of the Paris Hotel/Casino in Tokyo (which was actually Las Vegas), where the Council was meeting to prepare for the coming of great evil. The council agreed that the only way to stop the evil from spreading throughout the city was to resurrect three equally evil gods whom we would have to defeat in battle before they would help us. So we summoned them to this basement, which was actually a proscenium theatre; in form they were a skeleton, a wizard, and a skeleton (I was too dellusional to realize i already had a skeleton). I was assigned to the team that would fight the skeleton; our strategy was to tackle it and break its spine. We succeeded, but I was the only one who avoided having his arm ripped off. So the three gods agreed to help us by summoning the evil dragon god from his eternal sleep.

While the gods prepared their spell, i looked around for a good (and safe) place to watch because I had never witnessed anything like this before. I decided I would take a seat in a nearby room with a fireproof window to the stage.

When the dragon finally appeared, it was really freaking huge. It was also rather pissed about having to be woken up. The gods had not bothered to warn us that to the dragon, purification meant destruction of everything. So it started destroying everything in sight. By this time the ceiling was crumbling and fire was shooting out of holes all over the place. We decided we would take the elevator up to the top of the tower where we would be safe.

At the top of the tower was a cheesy gift shop. It was very crowded because everyone wanted to do last-minute shopping before everything they knew became rubble. The dragon had now left the hotel and was destroying the city, and I realized at this point that it was very stupid to think that the top of the tower would be safer than the basement. I took the elevator down to the basement to avoid certain death by fire and crumbles.

When I finally went outside, it was morning. The city was mostly in ruins, most of the people there were dead, but the dragon god had returned to his hibernation. It turns out that the dragon had destoryed only the tacky theme casinos; all the "normal" ones had been left unscathed. The Luxor (Egyptian theme) was also unharmed because the light at the top of it is just so damn cool.

Battle.

Someone close to me... Escaping...

Airplane: I take a parachute and my friend and I dive out into the atmosphere. I can see the shrouded curve of the Earth through the mist. I realize to see that I must be very high... Am I suffocating!? Panic... As I float gently, I become more and more scared. Is there something amiss? Something I don't know that I know..? Something waiting? Ominous...

Wake up, Adam...

I am in a group of young people that is following a band that is on tour. Supposedly this band is an offshoot of Black Flag, with Greg Ginn being renamed Greg Alternative. I tried to talk to one of the people near me but he refused to acknowledge me.

Then Björk had this new album come out. The cover art was a picture of a Buddha statue with a red and blue robe on. The back of the album had all the track titles and numbers and running times, but they were all out of order. An old man approached me and told me that if I bought a biscuit from him, it would unscramble the titles on the CD. So I bought it from him.

Lo and behold, Björk was at my house. She was holding three free tickets to her concert and said that the biggest Björk fan in the household would get them. So I approached her and said to her that obviously I was the biggest Björk fan in not only the household, but probably one of the biggest fans in the whole county. So she tells me to prove it. So I sing some lines from various songs of hers. I think I offended her by replying too curtly to a question of hers, so I ended up not getting the tickets. Drat.

I am in a record store buying the new Björk album. I get home, and remember the old man's biscuit. I get the biscuit and break it open. I discover a turd.

The turd does not tell me anything. It does not unscramble the track titles. All it does is smell bad.