FryingMan

sometimes my dreams are wild and wacky, sometimes there more mundane, this last night was more mundane, the night before was more wild & wacky. Nice amount of detail again though, from 2 wakings.

00:00 Sunday 2014-03-02

00:30 ? bedtime

07:00

+ wife tells me: "You know I love you dearly but when we were making love earlier you farted and it so startled the priest that he didn't know what to do so he just left."

+ I'm babysitting some little kid, we're arriving at my parent's house, we're walking down the driveway and he smells my breath and says "What is that smell!?" I'm concerned because I realize I've had something to drink and I don't want his parents to know. At that his moment his father arrives outside on the street to come pick him up.

+ In a car about to start driving a line of girls walks by on the right I open a window to high-five them as they walk by, they start screaming at me not to back up because I'm about to run over something behind me.

+ I'm looking at an overhead map of the city that shows where my older son is working. I arrive at the office following my son I'm calling his name but he's not hearing me or not responding. I pause at reception wondering if they'll let me by I decide just to start walking in to the work room and they don't stop me. I call to my son again and I'm carrying a pad of technical drawing paper that I think he needs because he's working on maps.

+ In the same place (?) a room filled with people sitting down, young men are wearing blue shirts. The guys at the rightmost seat in the row stand up one after the other from the front to the back of the room, the guys make a religious sign when they stand up.

+ I'm in a bunker looking out of the narrow slit, there with mother, father, sister, bro-in-law, we're looking at and talking about the weather coming in from the ocean. I see in my vision a remote hillside near the ocean where the weather can be better detected, so I decide to go fly there and check it out. I fly into the air and head in that direction but somehow can't fly very fast. My sister tells me whatever I'm doing it takes a long time to fly out there. I tell her I'm going to fly out at super speed. I tell my sister "I can't do it if you're watchig". I arrive at that remote destination and I'm in a room with cabinets wanting to return to my family and to show them how far I flew I wanted to bring back a string/yarn with me but I think it's not going to work since it will run out of string before I make it all the way back. I try a few times taking off with string or fishing line but I realize it won't reach The last time I stop taking off and fly back I see a cat in my left peripheral vision following me which then jumps to catch the string I'm carrying.

+ Inside a place with a bunch of workers. There are valuable things there inside boxes I call to the work master to tell him we must one by one go by each box to make sure that nothing was taken by the workers. I'm holding a silver tarnished trump, the work leader is the guy who plays the trumpet. He says it's a beautiful trumpet but it's tarnished, I spit on a spot and rub it with my fingre and see the tarnish. I ask him to play a piece and hum the tune (Handel's Messiah: The Trumpet Shall Sound) but don't remember the name. He starts to play and I get weepy and cry because it was my father's favorite piece. and he's no longer with us (false memory), my mother and son are sitting in the audience and my son (s2) is starting to make all kinds of funny comments.

I'm pretty awake at this point after doing this recall. I keep reaching for more and more recall. Daydream a bit. Eventually I gather my will to empty my mind and I sleep again. Probably awake until around 8-8:30

10:00

+ driving with my mother, she's driving I'm in the front passengers seat she's not paying attention to the road (we're driving on GP Blvd) she keeps looking at something in her lap. I keep telling her stop that pay attention to the road, I see that oncoming cars are swerving very far into our lane several times. There's a lot of traffic in the oncoming direction, a large line of cars, someone says this is because of the protests at a house we pass up the hill on our right. This was at twilight. Now in daylight down in the city driving down Sol. Ave. I'm trying in vain to put on my seat belt, I keep pulling it out again and again and trying to buckle it but I can't find the right place to buckle in. The car then loses all electric power, and I'm in the back seat the dashboard has gone black and the seat belt has gone extremely tight and I can't move at all. We're just coasting down the road with no power it's a slight downhill so we could coast for some ways. I'm thinking "how in the hell will I get to school now." I tell my mother to coast to somewhere at least so we can stop in the shade but some cars brake in front of us and we must stop in the road.

We're on some sort of side street I'm standing outside the car, some guy comes up very friendly middle aged guy with a cheery face and start talking about things like countries being aggressive or not aggressive. One guy comes out and I fake-recognize him, I shake hands, tell him yeah yeah, I recognize you, "my name is <full name>", and ask "did you work at <former company-x>?" I'm not sure if he recognizes me or not. I feel like I recognize him and fake-remember his name as "Gabe Martini" I think he formed a partnership to start another company.

+ my children (as of about 8 years ago) are sitting in front of a computer in my sisters old room at my parent's house. S1 is wearing odd glasses like coke-bottle-bottom lenses, they're both wearing glasses, I say "remember the primary rule of programming, step-wise refinement. Make a function that does something and then write it later."

+ in a hostel with young people. There's a girl by my place, a boy beyond him. I'm taking off my pants and realize there are people in the room and hunker down behind a chair, I'll put my pants on when they're not looking. I think I should ask the girl out because I have a car (remembering my first college car). There's an annoying girl on the other side of me that is messing with my things, she's pulling my earbuds out of my pile of things and one of the plastic ear pads has fallen out and she's complaining that they don't work for her. I tell her it's an advanced sort of headphone system that doesn't work with all systems, and I see a little circuit board. She's upset that I'm not helping her to get it to work, and I tell her angrily it's my stuff, this is a personal space here, everyone's bed is a personal space, and I point around the room, the middle area is shared space, but everyone's bed is personal space. I see a video game scene briefly.

I'm walking around the floor of the hostel, it's dark, there are lots of white doors in the hallway. In one room I get a glimpse of a girl taking off her shirt, I back out quickly feeling embarassed, then go back for another peek . I go into another room, guys are in there, not the right room, back in the hallway, go back into our room, which is a 45-degree diagonal corner door. Now there are two girls on the other bed. I see them clearly. The girl sitting to my left on the bed is a blonde and she says her name is "Gippie" (hard G). I shake her hand.

I'm sitting on the floor they're sitting on the bed, I think I should invite them out because I have a car. I think I'll ask them to kiss me when we get to my car. We go out. The next stop is some place where I'm going to find dates for the girls. There are guys and girls there but they look really sleazy and skanky and are older. They start talking about sex but I say these are good girls I don't want to find bad boys for them. Behind me there's a particularly nasty girl who starts speaking really fast gibberish barely can make out any words, but I laugh anyway to show I think I understand what she says even though I think it's nonsense.

A young man comes for one of the girls and stands before me there's nowhere to sit so he sits on my lap I'm not excited by this he's a dude, he has a big platter of presents for the girls, I realize the presents are all full of alcohol he's going to try to get the girls drunk, I see for example 8-balls full of alcohol. My younger son (s2) is sitting a few rows back on my right and he sees the alcohol platter and exclaims loudly "Holy Shit!". I'm quite upset at him for using such language.