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Sometimes I wonder about the effects of all of these medications. I had the strangest dream last night, and, as usual, it makes NO SENSE in the morning. Here is what I remember about it:

- For some reason, I was part of some sort of social experiment, 'undercover' in an Orlando, FL prison.

- I had my cell phone hidden in a pocket and kept calling to talk to Paris Hilton. We had met at some sort of camp.

- Several of us had been 'punished' and sent to clean the men's restroom, which had white trough urinals and yellow walls. As we started cleaning, I realized that the whole thing was originally white! EEWWW! I got obsessive about cleaning and was sure I was going to do the best job they had ever seen on cleaning this bathroom and it would be spotless white!

- For some reason, we were also outdoors at some point, at someone's house (I was also keeping in touch with Paris here), and ran into some activist who told us that this was once the shoreline, and that next time there was a large storm the house would be underwater and how horrible it was that they were destroying the shoreline. I don't remember seeing water ANYWHERE near this place. More activists came up and then the guards came to take me back to prison.

Those are the highlights I can remember. That is TOTALLY strange.


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Jul. 2nd, 2006 04:10 pm (UTC)
Dream blogs are frequently very cool, and much underrated.

: drum roll :

I Predict that eventually all US citizens will be required to keep a dream blog, so that even our non-waking thoughts may be scanned for possible links to al-Qaeda.

I used to wake up, making an effort to "cache my dream" just long enough to waddle into my home office, and commit the dream to mass storage. Later, I'd return to read these postings. They were frequently bizarre (like yours above) and made for fabulous reading after the fact.

You probably remember the one involving you (May 2004):

Trish, the giant chicken
i was in an open area of a modern building, with a long curved hallway. lots of glass windows (floor to ceiling) in a common area. outside was a stainless steel building, green grass. Trish was dressed in a giant chicken suit (minus the head, which had been kept uninflated in the refrigerator all day). the suit was a nice color scheme, and made of a vinyl material.

she had been attending class/work all day. the suit was colored in various pastel shades : purple, blue, yellow.

finally, it was time for Trish to don the chicken head, so she inflated the head, put it on, and quickly lost balance and fell over.

it was weird in the way it self-inflated .. it appeared more like a big lavendar BOWL until she did something to make it inflate from the bottom, and the top half popped up.

being the helpful guy i am, i rolled her down a hallway. finally, jill-bob rescued her.
To this day, I have no earthy idea What It All Means.
Jul. 2nd, 2006 04:14 pm (UTC)
dream blog
sorry that I neglected to tag that last posting as mine. but .. I'm guessing you figure that out all by yourself?
Jul. 2nd, 2006 04:30 pm (UTC)
Re: dream blog
Yeah, the giant chicken dream gave it away *laugh* I remember you telling me about that.
Jul. 2nd, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC)
My current meds have definitely made my dreams more vivid and bizarre.

I woke up this morning upset that my dream geography was scrambled -- the last dream I had before waking up was distinctly skewed with Denver placenames on Central Massachusetts dream geography. Dream geography, at least for me, only partially resembles normal geography, but it has enough similarities to be recognizable. Except for last night's skew.

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