redefine magazine gets glitched.

vivian:
i’m sending redefine in to get printed, but i failed to proof it very well. barely at all, i guess. one article, spread over two or three pages, showed up twice in the magazine… once towards the first 1/3, and once towards the back 1/3. another page, which was largely blue-green/teal, was super duper glitched up with a ‘electronics’ type look to it… the circuit-board type images were covering up the text and it wasn’t even readable.

in total, the printing cost me like $4,000 or something. i got it back and was reading it in a largely grey-brownish room (light-colored). i was obviously disappointed and freaking out. so i tried to contact the print shop, run by an old white-haired man and his wife, asking them if they can reprint the magazine. they told me that reprinting would cost $1.2k or so, because the “metal plates” which had the magazine’s ‘pattern’ on them had already been made with the last printing, and therefore, the cost of making that would be subtracted. which is funny, because that metal plate pattern was obviously wrong, and i never really corrected the errors… nor was it addressed how much the metal plates would cost for the corrected pages. :0

evil poop clot wreaks havoc.

pwny:
i don’t remember much about the start of this dream but i had a heart attack (which i experienced the pain and internal feeling) and was in the hospital.

i had the feeling that something was very wrong with me and that the problem was above the heads of the doctors that were treating me. i demanded to be seen by doctor house. they refused.

eventually i end up having a second heart attack. somehow i now realize that i have a large clot running around my circulatory system that could kill me at any moment if it went to my brain/lungs/heart(again). the doctors do not believe me.

as i’m trying to explain how dangerous my situation is i start to feel pressure and pain build up in my right leg/hip area. i deduce that the clot is causing an infarction (the same thing that caused house’s leg issue). i try to push the clot through with my hands and all of a sudden it breaks free and the pressure in my legs is massive. it feels like i’m forcing playdough through my arteries. the clot starts to run through my arteries/veins but the clot is massive. so much so that my veins and arteries are buldging off my skin and i can see the clot running through my entire leg.

one doctor tells me that it’s not just a regular clot. somehow there is fecal matter mixed in there as well. they finally believe that i’m in great danger. i insist that they give me blood thinners to thin out the clot (ps: i don’t think this works) but they are arguing amongst themselves. despite the fact that i’m seemingly going to die at any moment i’m much more confident now that my case is weird enough that doctor house would have to take it.

hugh laurie, schoolteacher.

i was in school and felt like i really needed to do well. i know i had to study for something as i took my stuff from my backpack and started with my notes. it wasn’t math but it was similar. some numbers and some words. i knew i had some issues with it before so i really wanted to do well. i sat along this row along the wall - like the table was built in like a bar. as i was studying, my principal came out and he happened to be my current boss, doug. he talked to me a bit as i studied and he was printing something out. i looked at my watch and it was 5 after 11 and i realized i was late for my test. my principal was already gone, so i got my stuff up really quick and left. i ran to class but realized i didn’t remember which room it was in, so i ended up peeking in a lot of rooms. i finally found it when my teacher looked my way as i was peeking through the window. by the way, my teacher happened to be house (hugh laurie)!

i sat down and grabbed my stuff and listened to his lecture. something about how if you were smart, you would have printed out the test to study from, because if house had handed out the sheets, you could have just thrown them away. if you printed them out, that was a large part of the battle. then he mentioned something about how google has that feature where you can send things in the past. the end.

rope swing at disney world.

tammy:
i went to florida and i went to this disney world type of place. the first adventure thing we went on was th is bridge-like thing with rope and water. it was programmed so no one would get hurt swinging into the water with these. i was with my cousin tia, i think. but people would swing and hit the water. we were walking across t he bridge and we tried it too, but i didn’t hit the water. we saw jenny jones (yes, the talk show host), swinging from it too. when we got across the bridge, we got into this room and it had old pictures drawn by people we knew. i watched a slide of them and saw pictures drawn by random people i knew. i saw one by my mom and didn’t believe it was hers. then they told me it was actually my uncle’s. the end.

50 going on a 25.

vivian:
i’m living in a house with alex, lenny, and some of lenny’s co-workers from microsoft. these are co-workers i have not heard of before — they were nameless. anyway, we were talking really late at night, like 4am, and lenny was talking about one of the guys who lived there. he was 50 and trying to get with a 25 year old. i was ranting about how it was gross and he was old enough to be her dad. somehow this thought about a guy being old enough to be a girl’s dad seemed like a NEW idea to me, even though it obviously isn’t.

the guy overheard me at this point and started screaming as he was coming down the stairs, saying, “who shared that information??” (or something along those lines, but more hostile…) he was screaming into the kitchen / living room area, where we were (alex and i were on the couch in the living room and lenny was in the kitchen). he never came into our room, though, and left for work in a huff. lenny was slightly scared about going to work later, i think.

trapped in a world of game shows…

vivian:
i’m in / witnessing a series of weird survival game shows.

the first one doesn’t feel like a game show at all. i barely remember it but there was this crazy girl, very pale, with long black hair. i open the door and she’s standing there… hair isn’t draped over her face but it is framing her face. she threatens me. i feel scared.

at some point i call josh wu and talk about him to someone. not sure why exactly.

later i find myself trapped in a… hmmm… seven foot by seven foot cube. black walls, painted. but it’s like a toilet stall… there’s even a toilet, although it seems to only be a wooden toilet seat, and the base is nowhere to be found. the seat is propped on its side, against one of the walls. the bottom of the stall / cube is open, so i can see into the next stall / cube. someone comes in and uses the toilet next to me. it’s her boyfriend. i guess he’s pooping or something, cause he sat down on the toilet seat. i can’t see that, but i can see his feet.

while he’s in the next stall, i have SOMETHING — maybe a key??? — that i don’t want them discovering. i also have a metal belt with a lot of tassle-like things on it. it’s jingling around all over the place because for some reason i’m trying to hide the metal belt from them, under a piece of dark fabric. whereas before the metal belt made no sound, now it is jingling around all over the place. i’m not sure why i decided to do that. someone opens the door…

moving on… i’m in another game. it’s a survival game of sorts. it starts off like a ‘race’ kinda, where i get a head-start and then the enemies move in. so, i start, and i run towards a white picket fence that has enough space on its bottom for a person to crawl through. as i get to the fence, i hear voices saying that the game just started so i must be still by the fence. tanks drive by. i’m trying to hide under the fence while that’s happening — not sure that that’s particularly effective, really. i think i stop because it is ineffective.

a bunch of people are running down this very green grassy hill… i guess they are threatening in some way. suddenly i have a mechanical pencil in my hand, which i use as a weapon, similar to how one would use a nail gun or staple gun. i click and mechanical pencil leads shoot out at the enemy. it’s really quite effective.

i’m not really aiming and am just running down the length of the fence, shooting leads at people. a little boy gets hit a couple times and complains to his mom (who is on my side of the fence) that if one of my leads hits him at a certain trajectory, i’ll kill him. mom lets me go as a result, because she doesn’t want me to keep hurting her kid. i run away.

there are two splinters in my hand, but they’re not like lead — they’re like fish bones… clear and whiteish. patrick fugit — at least, a better-looking patrick fugit (or maybe patrick fugit mixed with paul dano… but still, better-looking) — comes up to me as i’m running away and asks me for advice, related to shooting leads, i THINK. lenny asks who he is and what he’s doing.

now my view changes and i’m watching some guy play a game show. he starts off on the second story ledge of a building, and a big grey robot comes out of this giant door below him. while i’m watching this guy, i see a flashback of previous contestants, and now the dream is no longer photo-real… it looks animated or painted. one of the contestants is shimmying on the ledge to my right (his left), so that he can get to a bucket of water, which i presume he will then pour on the giant robot from above. another contestant (from flashback memory) does something else tricky… forget. then it goes back to the guy i’m watching in real life, and he is confused and without an idea of what to do. all of these contestants are dressed up like mini robots, by the way, or stereotypical ‘knights’ that kids dress up as when they’re pretending to be knights in the comics or something… they have like a tin pail or something on their heads. hahahaha.

dead dogs and fake cops.

vivian:
lenny’s mom has a house chock full of dogs of all sizes and shapes and breeds. one day, all of the dogs are sick. they’re lying with their heads down, not moving. i think they are dead. basically anywhere you walk in the house, a dog is sandwiched in a corner, dead. a small black lab (or similar) distinctly sticks out in my head. lenny’s mom talks about how she is going to buy some replacement dogs, and i think that thought is horrific, because i am convinced there is a virus that is making all of those dogs simultaneously sick. bringing more dogs would just mean more sick dogs. she doesn’t seem to be listening, though. someone tells me that only two of the dogs have died. the other ones are just “sleeping,” although as far as i can tell, they haven’t moved in forever.

i go outside at some point and there are crowds of people everywhere as there is some kind of music event like sxsw going on. i see these five people dressed up like a hybrid of cops and homey d. clown from “in living color”. the suits are blue but with exorbitant frills everywhere. it is some kind of publicity stunt, and the group’s name is something like the ____ (insert cop-related word that starts with a t). they’re like pretending to arrest people and then giving them flyers. later on, i’m in a car, and a few cop cars whizz by. but i take it to mean that they’re not real cops; they’re the members of that group. i point out to someone sitting in my passenger seat that, “see? their siren colors are slightly different.” after i say that, though, i look at the lights and see that they too are red and blue, like a cop’s, and think that normal civilians wouldn’t be riding in ANY car with blue lights. i do not point this out.

inspiration: i had played “grand theft auto 4″ before going to bed. sorry, there was a lot more detail i don’t remember well.

hell?

mike s:
i woke up in this bar with black walls and a concrete floor. the tables were circular, tall and had deep red surfaces. almost like a red wine color. at each table was a group of three people wearing veils. i kept running into old band mates, who were basically all arguing with each other. apparently i was at a show in a bar where some of my former band mates were playing. i kept asking them why they decided to play a 21+ show and they all tended to avoid answering the question.

all of the vacant tables had playing cards on them. they were all placed facing down right where someone would normally sit. i picked up a few to see if they were actually cards from a deck only to find out that on each card was a portrait of someone i know. old friends, ex-girlfriends, former co-workers, etc. it was all people who haven’t been in my life for a while.

towards the back of the bar was a “backstage” area sectioned off with a dark red curtain. i went inside to find a large gray beetle with a human head and penis receiving oral sex from two women.

asian doll thief mountain vacation.

pwny:
i’m at work, for some reason though my engineering firm i work for is working on the production of a play so the whole thing takes place on a stage.  there are two layers of set design.  each layer starts from the right side of the stage.  the first one is about 6 feet tall and crosses half the stage, the second one is 8 feet tall and covers 3/4 of the stage.

each of the sets is just a simple colored wall (light bluish).  my main area of concern seems to be inbetween the two.  it seems that i have a few responsibilities.  my main responsibility is to be the personal assistant to one of the main actors.  i feed him lines, help him with his costume etc.  my second duty is to play a small role of a character that is never seen by the audience.  i think it’s a small boy.

it seems like most of the characters are puppets maybe?  but people control them (keep in mind, each of the actors are people i work with, but we’re engineers even in the dream.  this is like some cooky side project).  i bring up the fact that we are not trained professional actors, set designers, writers, etc and that this play is going to suck massively.  no one else seems to care.  they seem to be concerned with whether we’ll have enough fake snow to drop on the stage for the final scene, where some asian guy runs across the stage with a doll?  it’s supposed to mean something to the audience, like a twist to the end of the play.

now it’s the end of the play, right after the asian guy has run across the stage.  except now the stage is on a big snow covered mountain, and i have a new job.  there are little asian kids and their parents all around and it’s my job to safely deliver them to the top of the mountain.  luckily there is a rope tow on the side of the stage and a bunch of sleds for me to put the kids on.  there are two types of sleds, the smaller type (made for the smallest children) has a retractable cover.  i sit the a kid on one of these and try to cover him up but he’s too big, so i move him to the next sled.  this sled lets the kid sit down with his legs out (rather than indian style) and the cover only goes just over top of his head rather than covering the whole sled like the small ones.  i set the cover over him and set him on the snow trying to figure out  how to hook him onto the rope tow.  eventually i figure it out and he starts up the hill.  his parents are freaking out.  i decide they probably have a valid concern since i have no idea why we’re on a mountain, where the rope tow goes, or how the kid is gonna get off.

i don’t care, i proceed to the next kid.  this one fits in the small sled.  i put him on the rope tow as well.  then i decide that the rope tow looks fun, so i jump on a sled myself and go up the mountain.

weed bust, seduction, and more random crap.

jeanette:
strange fuckin shit! i wish i remembered more of it.

started off at a huge beach/mansion party. there were a lot of familiar faces (too bad i can’t remember many at this point!) but we were all having a blast. it was really crowded and i can’t even remember if i was smoking (probably!) but then all of a sudden i  was with a guy and a girl, both of whom i was good friends with, and we saw this big bus/van pull up in the driveway and i think we heard over the radio or some loudspeaker that it was a HUGE drug bust. we knew they were coming for us, i don’t think i specifically had any weed on me, but we started dispersing. all of a sudden it was chaos, people everywhere, cops (maybe plain clothed?) were filtering through the party. it was madness.

then i remember being next to the big dog cop. i can’t remember what was happening but then i remember me taking him to a bedroom where i think my (non-existent) daughter was in the bathroom. i remember telling the cop to leave her alone. i think it was insinuated that i would um? sleep with him? or something along those lines to get out of trouble. at this point, it’s really calm. as i exit the bedroom (nothing happened!) the house had completely cleared out.

then i don’t know what happened with that scenario but all of a sudden it was night. i’m not sure how this scene started, but i do remember there was a start. but there was an ambulance and paramedics and one of them got left behind. so i was walking up this steep hill with one of the (lady) paramedics and then there was some sort of house call and she met her fellow paramedics there. i asked if i could come along and she said, “sure, as long as you don’t mind getting into the ambulance afterwards” – and ya, i think i accompanied her to some house. and from there, i really can’t remember.

damn, finally a cool dream and my memory has failed me. dammit.