Don't remember how we got to the barn or what we were doing there, but a large group of people walked out and saw a church next to it. North/Western Michigan. I noted that the church had totally screwed up the orders and its columns were using all of them at once. I said it was not Gothic because it didn't use pointed arches. It did have somewhat ribbed outside arches. Ben and Molly (both from A2 schools, including elementary) were there and kept marvelling at my knowledge - Molly even said "oh yeah, pointed arches" like I was making a good point; but I was looking for Jon B. He took "humanities" at Pioneer.
There were crossing towers of some kind, but I don't remember seeing any windows.
At some point earlier I dreamt about Jennifer, the girl from my Italian class last year that I'm in love with (the idea of).
Sunday, December 20, 2005
December 19, 2005, 2:30pm, Bs.As. Argentina
This one was written a few hours after landing in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I took a nap in the apartment where I stayed and when I woke up, I had to start writing. Although it's scary stuff and I cried in it, I wouldn't call this a nightmare.
All manner of emotions can find you in a dream, but for a nightmare you have to have that ambiguous, all encompassing, hollow, anxious terror and it has to be definitive and absolute. You have to be invested in the outcome. This one was more about sadness and perhaps guilt.
I can't remember any dream I've had as a developed consciousness that I would call a nightmare. I think some part of me always knows I'm dreaming, which'll really ease the anxiety. The outcome is just a matter of fact I don't know yet.
At Pioneer HS - don't know where I was going on the inside, but I think something about the auditorium. I walked outside by the school flagpole and some people were watching the sky. A jet flew by, trailed by a jumbo jet, both pulling a high-g maneuver. Everyone yelled about how a jumbo jet can't do that. I saw something snap as it disappeared over the school. We all saw the plane fall behind the school and our view was blocked as we heard it explode. I imagined people inside fighting a terrorist to bring down the plane and I started to cry.
I saw another plane diving and explode without flames over a white office building where in real life, the football stadium (Pioneer's, not Michigan's) is. It completely vaporized without flames (it looked like a splash of water on the ground that quickly evaporated) and I thought about all the people who had just died.
Next plane was flying from downtown direction and pitched down into the building. I heard it crash and said "wasn't that the auditorium?" Immediately after, people began running out the front door and I turned around to see another plane flying toward me, but overhead. It rolled over and pulled up toward the ground, hitting 50ft before me. I was hit by the wing and I tried to jump over it. I had to let myself fall and hope, fairly certain I would be crushed and smeared. I landed right next to a curb and the wing went right over me and so did the elevator.
Suddenly I was part of a TV commercial. Under a car in a marsh/swamp was a dog fetching a stick. He began surfing and I marked the measured values of the locations of his feet on the surfboard. I was very excited when I saw that two were exactly aligned at ".16".
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 10, 2005
It was grading day for Arch 201 drawing class. We were all waiting in the hall. My section was called to enter first. The teachers gave me a sheet with my evaluation: Cartons: Excellent. Two other things, like "drawing" and "fun" were rated "bad" and "ok". I remembered from my meeting with Neil that I was doing well, so I wondered how... had to be the cartons saving my grade. I asked "Cartons: Excellent. We haven't done any cartons yet, have we?"
November 3, 2005
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.
gwydd
I just saw an image of myself crying, squealing, laughing uncontrollably about the Welsh word for tree or goose.
It was a dream. I was laughing because the me I saw was so happy. People sometimes say my laugh makes them laugh but I've never seen myself do it. The word is gwydd.