Long periods go by where I wake up and don’t recall any dreams. This morning, I recall four. All simple, all influenced by the night before.
Zombie infestation!
The dream took place in an elaborate, delapidated apartment complex. Heavy doors with lever handles. Great for slamming closed JUST IN TIME while looking through the porthole window at the thwarted zombies (they rarely snap their fingers and say “Drat!”) or seeing something really terrible happen to someone who might’ve been me. Can’t recall if anyone I know was involved. If you were, sorry. And yes, I will shoot you in the head if you’ve turned, and expect you’d do the same for me. Okay, 2-3 of you I would strap to a a stretcher and drag around now matter how much you bitched or went “AAARGGHH BRAAAINSS!” in case a scientist somewhere came up with a cure. IF you made that cut and IF you were cured EXPECT you would owe me the biggest goddamned favor of all time. At a minimum, do NOT bitch about how the straps left little crenulations across your chest, arms, and legs.
Woke up a little agitated, heart racing, concerned. Then realized I had a ZOMBIE ADVENTURE dream, affected by watching about 5 minutes of the Dawn of the Dead remake last night, and thought “Ah! Cool.” *KONK* Zzzz…
Hanging with a friend.
Sitting down having a mild chat with a distant friend. Don’t even recall the topics (I usually don’t – will assume My Dinner with André-level scintillating conversation) just the fond relief that at that moment, the geography gap is closed and it seems time and space are within control and easily bent to suit our whims. Am assuming this was triggered by Facebook or Twitter interactions/viewings. This online stuff can be QUITE the neuron-stirrer.
Mediterranean/Lebanese food.
Watched Batman Begins with the kids last night. In it a portly corrupt cop eats a falafel sandwich from a food cart, steals money from the proprietor’s tip can, gets hoisted several stories up and above an alleyway and interrogated by gravelly-voiced Batman. First time the kids have seen the movie. Was pleased as it meant a new audience for my impression of Christian Bale’s gargle-growl – and I’m getting exact about WHAT in Bale’s American accent bugs. L spotted mid-way through the movie that Bale keeps his mouth open – a lot. Not an unfair American characterization by Bale, but still weird-lookin’.
Anyway – watching the fat oily man drop his falafel sammich when yanked upward by his ankle to GROUCHY Batman on the rooftops above I thought: “I want to get Lebanese food tomorrow.” In a dream, I did just that. And, using super-powers gained from intensive study of The Secret – I may have visualized this goal enough to have it manifest today!
Disney park.
History/obsession/study of Disney parks merits an entry/confession/plea-for-help here at some point. I have a shelf of books of the history of Walt Disney the man, the corporation, testimonials by employees, but especially about the parks. I have an outline and some text written up for a novel that takes place at Walt Disney World that I may resume after this current writing project is done.
I take charge in a Disney park. The amount of time spent studying the geography and history is extensive. I was in the Magic Kingdom as recently as early April (for half a day – but fun was MAXIMIZED!) as part of a business trip. We’re finishing up plans for my spouse’s annual conference for her hobby to be extended to a family trip to Disneyland.
The BEST guidebook for the Disney parks is the “Unofficial Guide”. Pragmatic detail of each attraction, logistics, dishy, even-handed and well-timed “Do these things in this order” plans of attack, with variations depending on the group you’re with, that are awesome and minimize waits in line. I was reading the 2011 edition for Disneyland before falling asleep. In the dream, navigating around Disneyland (solo? with family? with friends? – can’t recall in the way Rain Man might not be top-of-mind cognizant of the people he’s with) and having fun.
In general, my dreams tend to be simple, with easy-to-identify sources of inspiration. That’s good, right?
Had lunch with copious Lebanese/Mediterranean food – enough leftovers for another 2+ meals for the whole family. Dream = MANIFESTED!
