Showing posts with label coworkers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coworkers. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Chicken Killa

#1
I had a dream that I was being forced to move to Spokane. Not only that, but I was going to have to live in some sort of communal arrangement with my coworkers as an old barn is converted into office space. I look down the road and see Brian and Ken climbing a spiral staircase inside a tower. I find that if I point the camera on my phone at them, I can hear what they're saying, and it's displayed on the screen of my phone like subtitles. And then a little girl shows me how to snap a chicken's neck.



Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tobacoo, Airplanes, Weddings and Power Rangers

#1
I'm at the smoke shop I used to work at when I was 18. One of the old employees gives me a hug and tells me she's disappointed that I haven't lost more weight since I left. A guy pulls up to the drive thru and orders a specific kind of Kools that I just can't seem to find. I walk back to the counter and Ken and Mark W. are standing there with a friend of Ken's. Ken's teasing him and calling him a "dirty Arabian". Mark's really upset because he can't find the chewing tobacco he wants. I try to help him find an alternative.

#2
I'm getting on an airplane. There's someone there with some sort of medical problem that will be made worse if he flies. I'm trying to convince the flight staff that he needs an injection of something but they won't listen. I start making my way to my seat at the front of the plane and Brian comments that the front of the plane is best because planes usually break apart in the middle, near the wings.

 This doesn't make me feel any better.

#3
I'm at Joe and Anna's wedding. It's outside with a bunch of trees around. The groomsmen start coming out through the trees dressed like Scottish warriors or something (white floofy shirts, kilts, furs, staffs). There's a mock battle and Anna emerges from the battle in her wedding dress. I'm off to the side, watching with a group of people. I'm trying not to step in dog poop.

#4
Something having to do with singing Power Rangers. I just remember watching them and trying to figure out which color they were missing. I think it was green.

Nope. There's the green one. Why does he have gold shoulder pads?

Note: Apparently this is what happens when your back is all messed up and you take a couple muscle relaxers before bed.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Laundry, levitating chairs and a sleepover.

#1
Fill the washing machine with clothes and turn it on. As soon as the water hits the clothes they begin expanding and overflowing the washer.

#2
In the Stadium District, leaving Doyle's Pub. My transportation is a beige metal folding chair. I sit in it and it starts vibrating/hovering and taking me on my way. I realize I forgot something and have to go around the block to head back. I duck into another building for a moment but quickly leave when the chair gets really loud while vibrating across the tile floor.

#3
At Grandma and Grandpa's house. All my coworkers are there, sleeping in the living room and TV room. Brian tells me we can sleep in until 10 and then we'll meet Ron Howard. 



Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Kate Gosselin climbs like a monkey.

#1
I am at my high school reunion which is set in some sort of stadium. There are pop up canopies everywhere with groups of people standing under them. My canopy includes myself, Suze, and some girls I went to school with (Aubrey Bean, Natalie Heckman, and Rebekka Gunther). Apparently we've decided to form a band and have grabbed a guy from the next tent over because he knows how to play the drums.



#2
I'm at Jimmy T's in Kent, WA for the upcoming Michael Jackson bellydance show. The place is packed. The first act performs and then I get up to talk about how the idea for the show came to be. I get ready to announce the next act, which turns out to be 3 drag kings in light-up Elvis suits. They come out and start dancing to a mashup of Cold Hard Bitch and some song by AC/DC that I can't remember.



#3
I'm at Home Depot and someone has built an obstacle course. I am competing against Kate Gosselin and some other girl I don't recognize. One of the challenges involves climbing up a giant ladder and down the other side. After the competition is over (I don't think I won) I decide I want to run the course again, but someone has taken the ladder over to the lumber department. I chase them and try to explain that they can't just steal the ladder, we're in the middle of a competition! They explain that they have no choice; they need to bring some lumber down from one of the higher racks. I try to find one of my old coworkers in order to complain.




Note: This is a combination of last night's dream (#1) and a couple from the weekend. I actually had way more dreams than this, but I can't always remember enough to justify a blog entry. For instance, about a week ago I had a dream with comedian Dane Cook in it. I would have written about it, but the only thing I could remember was him going off on a tangent about Hungarians.  Another problem is that sometimes I dream truly depressing stuff that I don't feel is appropriate to share. This is supposed to be entertaining, not a downer.

Also, one of my co-workers sent me a cell phone pic of bacon right before I went to sleep last night. Sorry Mark. No bacon dreams.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

It was the scallop mousse!

#1
None of your damn business.

#2
This one's a little fuzzy but I remember sitting in a restaurant. There's a woman sitting across from me talking about the piece of food on her plate. It is a scallop mousse with little pearls of something (roe? Actually looks like those little scrubby beads you find in facial cleanser ) floating in it. She is complaining that it isn't prepared properly, that he spoon should just float through it.

#3
Looks like the company retreat (but it's not). Kirk stands up and wants to read a poem that he and Kacie have written. Can't remember if he actually read the poem to me.

This is not a scallop mousse. These are just scallops. But I'm hungry and they looked good.





Continuing the experiment on how outside stimuli affects my dreams, my friend Ali decided to bombard me with a word yesterday in hopes that it would make it into my dream. That word was "synergy". Not sure if it's because synergy isn't a real thing, or just because I freaking hate that word, but it did not make it into my dreams last night. Will try again with something more tangible.