Recently in Dreams Category
...Today, I was cleaning out Mom's Explorer in preparation for the big trip starting next Monday. I found a sticker that said "My mom went to a monster truck rally and all I got was this stupid mullet."
It's now on my guitar case.
...A couple of nights ago, I had the first weird dream in a long time that I could recall while awake. My family went on vacation somewhere unspecified, and I had to lag behind for a day or so for some reason. As I was getting ready to leave to join them, I checked the basement of our house to make sure all was well. I remember looking specifically at some coats at the back of the basement. Satisfied that everything was locked down, I left the house and ran off (no, I didn't drive).
I only went a few miles before I somehow had the feeling that I'd left something behind at the house. So, I ran back, and it took me less time to get back than it did to leave. I walked into the basement and noticed that the door was open, and a few things - like the coats that were hanging up - were gone.
I suddenly heard footsteps above me, so I knew that we had been robbed - or rather, the burglars were still in the process of doing so. I ran outside in time to see three guys in high school band uniforms jumping off of our deck, carrying three huge bass drums that they'd stolen. I managed to tackled one of them for interrogation later, but the other two got away.
The moral of the story, of course, is that when you're trying to steal bass drums from someone's house, you should have a wagon or some other getaway vehicle ready, rather than attempting to take them out by foot.
...Well, I wouldn't quite go as far as to call them the kings or masters of comebacks, considering this is the first time I can remember it actually happening, but the Hokies have sure reinforced my belief in what they can do tonight in their game against Georgia Tech. Tom has some good insights into the game and shares most of my analysis and feelings about it from the perspective of a Hokie fan. But really, my initial reaction (besides WOOHOO) was "holy crap!" How often does a team like the Hokies come back to score 25 points in the fourth quarter? This leaves us with a much more solid bowl bid chance, and coming on the tail of the Red Sox dream win, I'm feeling way pumped. I'm going to ride this momentum into the weekend and approach the upcoming Wesley Fall Retreat with the same enthusiasm.
... In other news, I had the strangest dream last night. I知 sleeping in this higher room above the Wesley Auditorium, but I realize I致e left all the stage and house lights on. So I climb down and go through to turn off all the lights. When I get on the stage to get to the light panel, I surprise a fat teenager guy who has been living in a side room that only exists in my dream at night, apparently for days. I immediately realize that he壇 been sneaking in through a door that we had kept forgetting to lock for weeks (which is partly true). Before I say much, he looks surprised and runs into this fictional side room and locks the door. I turn around to go and get help, but he pops back out and tries to jump kick me. Then he starts punching at me, but I manage to dodge them all. I throw some ineffective punches, and then start running around frantically to try to get to all the light switches, so that I can throw the place into complete darkness and use my knowledge of the place痴 layout to beat him. I managed to get to the light switches while avoiding some punches, and I remember it getting dark, but the dream ended around then. So really, it appears that I need to get some better darn locks on the rooms in my dreams. Maybe this one would help.
The weekend (and the Hour That Doesn't Count) approaches!
It's been a steady week. While a lot of my friends seem to be anxious to get back to school, I'm perfectly content to stay at home. It's not that I'm not looking forward to the semester - I am - but I've kept myself occupied with webpagery, cleaning, watching Christmas DVDs, and other various creative side projects.
It's a happy time.
Which makes the dream I had last night that much more out of place and weird. I was at my Grandma's house with a bunch of kids, whom I didn't recognize and wasn't related to. We were all on the front porch, except for one boy who was playing out in the yard. In a twist of events that only a dream can deliver, tiny hands began popping out of the ground near the boy, trying to grab him.