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Dreaming is free (or is it?)

12 Jan

Good morning from the only state in the union that does not currently have snow. I just read this fun fact (yes, even Hawaii has snow– atop Mauna Kea on the Big Island) and I thought I’d share. Usually Florida is in the news because someone in our fair state has done some remarkably jacked up thing, so it is nice to be noted once again for nothing more dramatic than our allegedly mild weather. (It is still plenty cold in my neck of the woods…)

I missed blogging yesterday. I had a bad night of coughing and when the alarm went off, I decided to call in sick. And so I did. Then I just pretty much laid in bed all day. I hope I have turned the corner on this whole cold/cough thing at last.

We watched the movie “Inception” last night. That was some wild stuff. The concept of the movie is that people can slip into your dreams and get information about you. And if they can do that, they can slip into your dreams and plant thoughts in your head. It takes a lot of work to do this, mind you (and a team of like, 12 people or something) but if this movie is to believed, it can be done.

Most likely, this movie is fiction. But if it were possible, I am not so worried about the info people might steal from my dreams. (Isn’t it easier to hack into my Internet accounts than my dreams? Far less disturbing in the long run too, I’m sure…) I am wondering if you could hire these people to plant the thoughts you need to have dominating your life:

“You will only eat low calorie, low fat food, and your will LOVE it!’

“Working out is wonderful!”

“Saving money is sexy!”

Things like that.

I am pretty sure if Ellen Page or Joseph-Gordon Levitt or Leonardo DiCaprio came tromping through my dreams with a message like that, I might listen. I’d especially listen to Ellen Page. She seems wise beyond her years in every role she plays. Have you seen “Juno”? Great actress.

“Inception” aside, there are supposed to be a number of things we can do ourselves to influence our dreams. Ways to help yourself remember, ways to suggest or program dream content, and the whole lucid dreaming thing which involves recognizing you are dreaming and then shaping the story line. I’d love to be able to do that.

I had some dreams last night, but I don’t remember them. I do remember this dream from the night before. My boss was at my house for dinner–only it wasn’t really my house. She wanted to know where we keep our lawn mowers and then she demanded some chocolate. When I told her we didn’t really have any chocolate, she pushed the subject, and my partner offered to get her some Swiss Miss. “Now that’s chocolate!” she said. Only now she wasn’t my boss anymore, she was Liza Minnelli. Or someone imitating Liza Minnelli. Then she was gone and there was a chorus of people in her place–all wearing sunglasses. And they repeated what she said, “Now that’s chocolate!” as my partner served mugs of Swiss Miss all around.

Where does this stuff come from? Since I’m gay, you probably think I dream about Liza Minnelli all the time. But I don’t. And why was she so interested in my lawn mowers and demanding Swiss Miss?

Maybe the whole “Inception” thing is more real that I thought. Maybe advertisers have latched on to it. That’s why Liza Minnelli is hocking Swiss Miss in my dreams—advertisers are sending Liza Minnelli and who knows who else into our dreams to sell instant coco and maybe even lawn mowers.

Like Blondie sang, “Dreaming is free.”

Something to think about.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.

Tuesday Dreaming about work

4 Jan

Yesterday, right after I finished posting my blog, I caught that lizard.  He was not grateful and rewarded me by latching his mouth onto the tip of my finger. I assured him this was for his own good. I walked to the front door, opened it and tried to drop him out the door but he hung on. I shook my finger and he finally let go. Then he literally hit the ground running. Alas, he decided to run right back inside of the house and found a hiding place.

In hind site, I realized I should have attempted to release him deeper into the yard. My bad. But I wasn’t really wearing pants at the time and it was broad open daylight. I didn’t want to upset the neighbors, after all.

Within about 30 minutes, I found two of my cats hunched down on the living room floor. They were clearly scrutinizing something. Then I saw the lizard. Alas, they had been doing more than scrutinizing him prior to that moment. All of my cat + lizard fears had come true.

Now, let us never speak of that lizard again.

I return to work today after 5 days off.  I feel like I have been away a long time. The truth is, 1 of those days was the holiday and 2 days were the weekend. Only 2 of those days were vacation days. Everyone else was off for 3 of those days. Still, I always feel like I am going go back to work and find everything has changed. Some key event has occurred and since I missed it, I will never get up to speed again. I am now hopelessly out of touch.

Of course, I shake that crazy notion about 10 minutes after getting back to work. But that doesn’t keep me from dredging up those crazy fears anew each time I have been away from the office for any sort of extended period. Silly, I know. Especially since in this modern age in which we live, I can still peruse my emails even when I am not at work. As near as I can tell, there haven’t been any of the radical changes I fear, but I do have a lot of work waiting for me.

Actually, I was sick most of yesterday. A sore throat began to vex me on Sunday evening, but it seemed better when I got up yesterday. As the day progressed, I felt worse, so I pretty much laid in bed and let my laptop entertain me.

By “let my laptop entertain me”, I meant I watched movies on Netflix.  Just to clarify.

I tried to take my  temperature last night but, wouldn’t you know it?, the battery on the digital thermometer was low. The thermometer would only register up to 97.8. Beyond that, you were on your own. Now why, in the vast array of batteries we have in this house, do we not have a battery for the digital thermometer? I could have been dying and that blasted device would have sworn I was a cool 97.8 degrees.

I am tempted to make some old man observation about “back when I was a boy, we didn’t need batteries to check our temperature” but I will let that temptation pass.

What I was tempted to do, however, was call in sick today. I mean, I could have a fever for all I know. The sore throat has evolved into something going on in my chest, so I am starting to cough. But, I’m not calling in. I am going to give it a go. I am pretty sure if I miss today, I won’t even know the place when I try to return tomorrow. If i miss today, I bet they’ll move someone else into my office.

OMG. That last sentence just triggered a memory of a dream I had last night. Here I am sort of exaggerating my personal neurosis and I remember I dreamt that I had to share my office with a new executive. The office in my dream was much larger than the one I actually occupy. No wonder I was so vexed when they pushed my desk up against the wall and moved this woman in. This woman and I were both concerned because each of us was required, during the course of our work, to have confidential meetings with people. We weren’t sure how we were going to work that out. There was also some subplot concerning weird voicemail messages but it is all a fog now.

So, like I said, I am going to work today. Hopefully this thing is “just a cold” and I will not die before we can muster up a new battery for the thermometer.

Happy Tuesday.


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