Latvia July 21, 2006, Part 1

Dreaming

We came home last evening around 6 and I took a cold shower as I had promised Ivars. I fell asleep before I could fulfill the rest of my promise - that I would read in the playground. I slept for eleven hours (I'm tired, you see, "because I don't eat meat"). I dreamt that my former rowing coach, Hartsuff, prevented my arrest or somesuch in an enormous, thousand-acre grass field of rolling hills where T-1000 and I were conspiring for something. A few dreams later, I was rowing in a canal in fall and wrapped myself in a floating dock. I was thrashing around and Gregg Hartsuff, who was all over my dreams, explained to our coxswain (Megan) on land that what I was doing was the correct way to dock.

Storytime:

Imants asked Liga how she had gotten the money to pay for a replacement ring for one they had lost. (Not sure it was a ring.) Well, the way she did it was by stepping in for her friend at a modeling photoshoot for a calendar in Germany in 1952. Her friend had gotten nervous, so she escorted her, but when they got to the shoot, they wanted Liga instead. I put together from several stories today that she was quite beautiful. It explains why she keeps telling me to check out the beautiful Latvian women... she ran with the pretty crowd.

Thursday, December 9, 2005

I'm in a room in an attic that is an extended version of my room in an attic. Several kids are playing with nerf and staple guns until the boss guy comes in. I tell the other staple kid to throw his in the closet but the kid who just bought a new nerf bow+arrow doesn't and the boss breaks the tip off. The kid, who at this point is the fat kid who works at Cottage Inn gets mad at me.

Somehow boss decides to tell us to clean up. It looks very nice. I go to bed and it ends up that it's my room. The springs in the middle are sagging.

When I wake up, the fat kid and someone else are in there - my roommates sleeping on the floor? and there's beer on the floor and couch cushions. I blame Brad Fairfax. He says he didn't even have yogurt. I smell it and say .. "I thought it was beer and you knew it was yogurt." He says he'll clean it up, but has turned female.

November 3, 2005

Dreamt November 3, 2005. This is about the time that I began logging, hence the lack of tangible content. My goal was to dream lucidly. Eventually I succeeded in this goal and then, shortly after that, I learned what's important in keeping a journal and why it's valuable.

Was in a big computer room where the motherboard was the floor and part of the unit was sliding around on it.

The walls were all chips.

I think it was all in preparation for a show because we were on a stage (rowing team composed of random people?). Earlier we had food and someone told me not to have all my soup or it might mess up my eating cycle (bk show?)
Then we were on stage where I looked up a thousand foot wall and saw my food being held on a window sill. We were then told that we were going to pick which of the frosh to keep but the frosh also had AARC rowers in the group and we could choose only one.

I recognized the ROTC guy who knew Youngs and he was outgoing so I worried he might get picked.

Dreadful. This is the earliest entry I've been able to find. It shares almost none of the important details that actually make a dream. Reading it kindles no fire.