Wednesday, May 17, 2006
TWO PART DAY... BEFORE I GET OUT OF BED?
What's that all about? It's true though. I woke up at 6:20 this morning, refreshed and ready to go. I was writing down things from my dream and I had a song in my head. I got up and went to the bathroom, then stood there for a few seconds and just looked at my bed.
"Do I want to crawl back in there and possibly wake up tired when my alarm goes off? What if I've got another good dream in my head, and I miss it because I didn't go back to sleep?" These were just a couple thoughts I had before I decided to climb back in bed for another thirty minutes of rest. I think how I felt yesterday weighed a lot on my decision. I knew rest was going to be far and few between for a little while, or at least until we reach Mexico anyway, so I'd better take what I can get.
I snuggled back under the sheets and quickly rejoined my unconscious thoughts. My alarm went off in what seemed like seconds, but I had been asleep almost a half hour. Now I had another dream, and a different song in my head. I love it when a plan comes together!! (I also love the "A Team")
Before I get into my two dreams I want to give some background information on how I think I had those dreams and was able to remember them. I went to bed shortly after 10 last night, hoping to get a good 8 or so hours of sleep. I laid there for what seemed like hours, even though I was exhausted. I started thinking to myself about my entry today, if I didn't have any dreams. I was going to continue on the same train of thought as yesterday and just complain about how my exhaustion was creeping into my subconscious and keeping me from remembering my dreams, and blah, blah, blah!
In other words... I out-psyched (pronounced Sike-EEE-d) my psyche. I played the reverse psychology card on my brain, and it actually worked!! Now I'm just afraid that my brain will figure out what I've done and pay me back somehow. I'm sure a migraine would be punishment enough, but it probably has something better in store for me. "I am John's tricked brain. I get mad at John for fooling me and I flip the switch that makes him scream profanities at the worst possible times." Yeah, that's my brain! I love it!
Okay, on to the dreams and songs and whatnot!
My dream #1: Once again, I am back at the first house we lived in when we moved to Bowling Green. It's Paul, Justin, my brother Chip, and myself. We're playing wiffleball in the backyard. Actually we're not even playing a regular game. We're doing something else, that is kind of a warm up for "THE MAIN EVENT".
"The Main Event" was always a Home Run Derby, when we used to play as kids at the house. We never played at my house though. We always played across the street at the Cohron's house. They had a perfect front yard for it. The sidewalk leading to the front door was where home plate was, and a home run was if you hit it across the street into my neighbors yard.
Anyway, we're finishing up in the backyard and are heading around to the front yard for the derby, when Chip stops at the garage and decides he wants to use a softball sized wiffleball and a different bat. I tell him that he can't use the bat because it has rubber around the head and would be an unfair advantage. I also tell him we're not going to use the softball sized wiffleball either because it would fly farther because it's heavier (whatever that means).
Next, we're around the front of the house, and I'm picking three different sized and shaped rocks, so the guys could pick one to decide who would go first. I had already decided that I would bat third, so I didn't have any advantage, etc. One rock was kind of shaped like Alabama, another was just long and skinny, and I can't remember the third one exactly, but I think it was about the size of a silver dollar, but square.
As I'm kneeling down looking at the rocks I hear two little boys arguing across the street. One is probably 7 or 8, and the other is maybe 4 or 5 years old. The little brother is mad about something the older one did, but I don't know what.
As soon as I turn my focus back to the rocks a young girl rides up on her bicycle. She kind of circles around us a couple of times, then finally asks "What's your name? My name is K..." I can't remember what her name is, and I know it's somehow important.
After she pedals off, I notice that the wind is picking up a lot and it's almost as though we're not going to get to have our HR derby, because a rain storm is coming.
The next thing I know I'm leaving a major league baseball game in the rain and I'm looking in a gutter (on the street) where a guy hit his first ML homerun, but never tried to go get it. I see the ball down there, and it's within reaching distance, but there's a big ugly spider right next to it.
I'm not afraid of spiders, but I tell myself that this one is a brown recluse or something, and I don't want to mess with it. So, instead, I stick my big, red wiffleball bat down there to try to scare the spider away from the ball, so I could reach down and get it. Instead the spider disappears, or so I think. I pull the bat out of the gutter and there is Mr. Spider clinging to the end of the bat, and he is really, really pissed!
I knock the head of the bat on the ground a couple of times to try to get him off of it. Finally he lets go and is on my driveway. I half-expected him to scurry off when he saw me, but he held his ground. From here I got a little scared. This little bastard wasn't letting up, and would be more than willing to bite me to let me know he was serious. I wasn't down for that! I tried to inch away from him, but the shadow my body was casting kept making it hard for me to see where he was.
I went into some grass, and I saw him follow me, but the shadows made me lose sight of him quickly. I didn't know if he was still chasing me or not, but I ran into the garage (back at my house) and in my shadow I thought I saw him still chasing me. That's when I woke up.
What it means? Well, it was a long, drawn out dream. It seemed like it lasted for hours, even though I know, subliminally, it was just a matter of nanoseconds long. There were so many important things in this dream.
First, the return to the first house. This has been covered before, but in case you don't read this much, it's my inner child coming out. I think the wiffleball game is about this too. I always try to remain a kid at heart, and sometimes Adrianne thinks I'm still too much of a kid, but that's okay. I know when it's time to be an adult (maybe).
My friends, Justin and Paul, are very important to me. They are the brothers I never had, and are my best men in the wedding. Chip is the brother I had, but have lost contact with. He was the focus of a dream I had not too long ago. You can read about it here. These three guys are very important to me, and they'll never know it, but mean a lot to me. No, I'm not gay, but thanks for asking!
I have no clue who the kids across the street were. I know there were some kids that lived in that house, but we never saw them out playing. I don't think their parents actually let them play, unattended. I also have no clue why they were fighting. Siblings sometimes argue with each other, so I'm going to chalk it up to that.
Then we have "K" on her bicycle. Usually when you're asked questions in your dreams there is a purpose behind the question that means something, but not necessarily what the question was. She may have wanted to know "Who I am?", as in "What makes me tick?". I'm just guessing though.
Lastly, we have a spider, again. This was a different spider than the one before, so I don't know if it is a symbol of a different female figure in my life, and, if so, who and why? Why does this one scare me, whereas the other one was playful and fun? Oh man! I'm spinning now!
Song of the Day #1: "Roll Over DJ" by Jet from Get Born.
Umm... I hate this song, and I don't like this band. Adrianne wanted a couple songs off of this album so I downloaded it. For some stupid reason I still have it on my Ipod. No, I didn't listen to it this morning. I forced it out of my mind immediately after I wrote it down. However, it did help me get out of bed to go pee. So, it wasn't all bad!
My Dream #2: I don't know much about it truthfully. The only thing I know is that right before I woke up I kept seeing all life going on around me through different glasses. A pair of glasses would come towards me, I'd see through them for a second, then another pair would come toward me. I could see them all lined up infinitely. It was really silly, but kind of cool. The different ways things looked through each pair was kind of trippy.
What it means? Well, I'm thinking it's just my mind reminding me to be sure to look at things from other angles and not get caught up on "what's in front of me". That's some good advice. Thanks "mind"!!
Song of the Day #2: "Jambi" by Tool from 10,000 Days
I love this song. I've actually taken a clip of and made it Adrianne's ringtone on my phone. The part that I kept hearing was this:
It's the truth! She is my "ALL", my "Piece of Mind". Man, next Saturday can't come fast enough!
What's that all about? It's true though. I woke up at 6:20 this morning, refreshed and ready to go. I was writing down things from my dream and I had a song in my head. I got up and went to the bathroom, then stood there for a few seconds and just looked at my bed.
"Do I want to crawl back in there and possibly wake up tired when my alarm goes off? What if I've got another good dream in my head, and I miss it because I didn't go back to sleep?" These were just a couple thoughts I had before I decided to climb back in bed for another thirty minutes of rest. I think how I felt yesterday weighed a lot on my decision. I knew rest was going to be far and few between for a little while, or at least until we reach Mexico anyway, so I'd better take what I can get.
I snuggled back under the sheets and quickly rejoined my unconscious thoughts. My alarm went off in what seemed like seconds, but I had been asleep almost a half hour. Now I had another dream, and a different song in my head. I love it when a plan comes together!! (I also love the "A Team")
Before I get into my two dreams I want to give some background information on how I think I had those dreams and was able to remember them. I went to bed shortly after 10 last night, hoping to get a good 8 or so hours of sleep. I laid there for what seemed like hours, even though I was exhausted. I started thinking to myself about my entry today, if I didn't have any dreams. I was going to continue on the same train of thought as yesterday and just complain about how my exhaustion was creeping into my subconscious and keeping me from remembering my dreams, and blah, blah, blah!
In other words... I out-psyched (pronounced Sike-EEE-d) my psyche. I played the reverse psychology card on my brain, and it actually worked!! Now I'm just afraid that my brain will figure out what I've done and pay me back somehow. I'm sure a migraine would be punishment enough, but it probably has something better in store for me. "I am John's tricked brain. I get mad at John for fooling me and I flip the switch that makes him scream profanities at the worst possible times." Yeah, that's my brain! I love it!
Okay, on to the dreams and songs and whatnot!
My dream #1: Once again, I am back at the first house we lived in when we moved to Bowling Green. It's Paul, Justin, my brother Chip, and myself. We're playing wiffleball in the backyard. Actually we're not even playing a regular game. We're doing something else, that is kind of a warm up for "THE MAIN EVENT".
"The Main Event" was always a Home Run Derby, when we used to play as kids at the house. We never played at my house though. We always played across the street at the Cohron's house. They had a perfect front yard for it. The sidewalk leading to the front door was where home plate was, and a home run was if you hit it across the street into my neighbors yard.
Anyway, we're finishing up in the backyard and are heading around to the front yard for the derby, when Chip stops at the garage and decides he wants to use a softball sized wiffleball and a different bat. I tell him that he can't use the bat because it has rubber around the head and would be an unfair advantage. I also tell him we're not going to use the softball sized wiffleball either because it would fly farther because it's heavier (whatever that means).
Next, we're around the front of the house, and I'm picking three different sized and shaped rocks, so the guys could pick one to decide who would go first. I had already decided that I would bat third, so I didn't have any advantage, etc. One rock was kind of shaped like Alabama, another was just long and skinny, and I can't remember the third one exactly, but I think it was about the size of a silver dollar, but square.
As I'm kneeling down looking at the rocks I hear two little boys arguing across the street. One is probably 7 or 8, and the other is maybe 4 or 5 years old. The little brother is mad about something the older one did, but I don't know what.
As soon as I turn my focus back to the rocks a young girl rides up on her bicycle. She kind of circles around us a couple of times, then finally asks "What's your name? My name is K..." I can't remember what her name is, and I know it's somehow important.
After she pedals off, I notice that the wind is picking up a lot and it's almost as though we're not going to get to have our HR derby, because a rain storm is coming.
The next thing I know I'm leaving a major league baseball game in the rain and I'm looking in a gutter (on the street) where a guy hit his first ML homerun, but never tried to go get it. I see the ball down there, and it's within reaching distance, but there's a big ugly spider right next to it.
I'm not afraid of spiders, but I tell myself that this one is a brown recluse or something, and I don't want to mess with it. So, instead, I stick my big, red wiffleball bat down there to try to scare the spider away from the ball, so I could reach down and get it. Instead the spider disappears, or so I think. I pull the bat out of the gutter and there is Mr. Spider clinging to the end of the bat, and he is really, really pissed!
I knock the head of the bat on the ground a couple of times to try to get him off of it. Finally he lets go and is on my driveway. I half-expected him to scurry off when he saw me, but he held his ground. From here I got a little scared. This little bastard wasn't letting up, and would be more than willing to bite me to let me know he was serious. I wasn't down for that! I tried to inch away from him, but the shadow my body was casting kept making it hard for me to see where he was.
I went into some grass, and I saw him follow me, but the shadows made me lose sight of him quickly. I didn't know if he was still chasing me or not, but I ran into the garage (back at my house) and in my shadow I thought I saw him still chasing me. That's when I woke up.
What it means? Well, it was a long, drawn out dream. It seemed like it lasted for hours, even though I know, subliminally, it was just a matter of nanoseconds long. There were so many important things in this dream.
First, the return to the first house. This has been covered before, but in case you don't read this much, it's my inner child coming out. I think the wiffleball game is about this too. I always try to remain a kid at heart, and sometimes Adrianne thinks I'm still too much of a kid, but that's okay. I know when it's time to be an adult (maybe).
My friends, Justin and Paul, are very important to me. They are the brothers I never had, and are my best men in the wedding. Chip is the brother I had, but have lost contact with. He was the focus of a dream I had not too long ago. You can read about it here. These three guys are very important to me, and they'll never know it, but mean a lot to me. No, I'm not gay, but thanks for asking!
I have no clue who the kids across the street were. I know there were some kids that lived in that house, but we never saw them out playing. I don't think their parents actually let them play, unattended. I also have no clue why they were fighting. Siblings sometimes argue with each other, so I'm going to chalk it up to that.
Then we have "K" on her bicycle. Usually when you're asked questions in your dreams there is a purpose behind the question that means something, but not necessarily what the question was. She may have wanted to know "Who I am?", as in "What makes me tick?". I'm just guessing though.
Lastly, we have a spider, again. This was a different spider than the one before, so I don't know if it is a symbol of a different female figure in my life, and, if so, who and why? Why does this one scare me, whereas the other one was playful and fun? Oh man! I'm spinning now!
Song of the Day #1: "Roll Over DJ" by Jet from Get Born.
Umm... I hate this song, and I don't like this band. Adrianne wanted a couple songs off of this album so I downloaded it. For some stupid reason I still have it on my Ipod. No, I didn't listen to it this morning. I forced it out of my mind immediately after I wrote it down. However, it did help me get out of bed to go pee. So, it wasn't all bad!
My Dream #2: I don't know much about it truthfully. The only thing I know is that right before I woke up I kept seeing all life going on around me through different glasses. A pair of glasses would come towards me, I'd see through them for a second, then another pair would come toward me. I could see them all lined up infinitely. It was really silly, but kind of cool. The different ways things looked through each pair was kind of trippy.
What it means? Well, I'm thinking it's just my mind reminding me to be sure to look at things from other angles and not get caught up on "what's in front of me". That's some good advice. Thanks "mind"!!
Song of the Day #2: "Jambi" by Tool from 10,000 Days
I love this song. I've actually taken a clip of and made it Adrianne's ringtone on my phone. The part that I kept hearing was this:
"So if I could,
I'd wish it all away
If I thought tomorrow,
they'd take you away.
You're my piece of mind,
My all.
I said I'm just trying to hold on
One more day"
I'd wish it all away
If I thought tomorrow,
they'd take you away.
You're my piece of mind,
My all.
I said I'm just trying to hold on
One more day"
It's the truth! She is my "ALL", my "Piece of Mind". Man, next Saturday can't come fast enough!
||Inflicted on you by John, at 8:33 AM
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