In Search of Perfection but Let’s Throw Caution to the Wind

Dreams 03.24.13
I was walking through crowded highschool hallways and I could hear music around the area where my locker was. It was some dance music. Generic and not really bass heavy enough for my tastes. I figured people who weren’t my friends hung around my locker so I turned around. I walked by a classroom door with a list of courses starting soon. They interested me so I decided to to to the guidance counsellor. I wanted to see if I could take them, sit through without doing the assignments on top of my already full load.

I go outside to the super green school field. I walked around the whole building surveying the grounds and find an area with a gate. Suddenly I saw the gate and field beyond it in perfect sideways isometric view in full color. I was able to see it in relation to the field, the forest and the main road in neighbourhood. It was perfectly located for the starting line of the kids play race. Then I was standing in the field looking back at the gate with a long lense. Then i saw the group of kids round the building and run through the gate in a hoard, in slow-mo.

Next, I was a passenger in a car with my mom, her bf and husband going west on the 401. We pass by a big amusement park / mall. Then we were inside this complex and I realized the mall was owned by a Chinese mall management corporation called “Galleria”. Everywhere I looked there were Chinese stores. I found myself loudly discussing the fact that I had no idea this place was out in the middle of nowhere and I was flabbergasted as to why they built it here since no one would get to use it. But when I looked around it was just the right amount of busy.

Then I was going out into a small yard from the back door of a house. It was a small garden with barely a path, surrounded by vines and shrubs. I looked down the narrow walking dirt path and found that it was perfectly covered in my dog’s shit for the net two feet in front of me. Carefully I stepped over it to look at a bunch of pots stacked in different levels at the end of the dirt path about 6 feet ahead. Upon looking closely I saw some growth that were probably herbs and others that may have been weeds. Overall though it seemed like the garden was just growing wild and uncared for. I asked openly at no one in particular what plants were these and someone from behind me answered that there was basil, some thyme, some unknown name, etc.

I turned to the left and back to face the house. The house was not big and neither was the yard but where from where I stood there was a little sand pit with a giant yellow metal swing set that looked way too big to be functional. Estimating the swing’s pendulous peak, it looked at though the user would probably smash right into the brick of the house. But it was a swing so I had to try anyway.

I felt a little silly because the tall drink of water I met on vacation was inside the house and might see me make a fool of myself. But I said in my head, fuck it swings are awesome, so I turned around, sat down in the rubber seat and pushed off. Then a little blond girl resembling the one I met in UK came running out of the house wanting to play on the swing as well. I was happy to see her wanting to share this swinging experience together. Then the tall drink came out of the house just behind the girl, ducking below the crowded archway of vines. He was smiling at us both. It was comforting to see.

I remembered this later in the day when I passed by some paintings. At one point I was standing beside another person, looking down on wet paint on a canvas, the person was to my left I was on the right. The colors of paint on the canvas resembled Starry Night by Van Gogh with deep blue and purplelish hues with some yellow highlights. The color ratios were very similar to the famous painting and it was painted in wavey horizontal lines more or less. I remember liking it fine the way it was but at the same time felt the need to stick my index fingers right onto the wet paint and pushed the yellow areas around.


I’m Only Happy When It Rains

Dreams 10.29.12
What I remember about last night’s dream is that there were variations of a theme where a storm is coming, I am in the midst of it to see it hit and something about the storm turns out to be surprising and wondrous and I have a moment where I get lost in the beauty of it. I only remember pieces of some parts of the dream though.

I am walking through an old city with a group of people like a walking tour group. To be honest, the city looked like how Israel looks in movies. Or the city where the Disney cartoon Aladdin took place. The point is that the houses were sandy colored buildings with squarish holes in the walls for windows. (Sorry if this is totally ignorant of me.) The streets were narrow, some places covered in stone and the whole city was built on various hills so there were inclines and downhill areas on the path we walked along. The leader of the group mentioned that we should head back to a safe place because the storm was on its way. I paused to look out a “window” punched out of a wall that overlooked the city. In the distance there was a mountain so the city was at the foot of these hills.

I could see the dark storm clouds moving really quickly, rolling into the mountain, casting a shadow over the city below, drenching it in rain. Big but sparse droplets had already started falling where I stood. It was almost where I was.

Just beyond the clouds on the left, the sun was setting. It gave the edges of the storm a deep reddish orange glow. It also made the edges of the wet city seem like they were overlaid in gold. I took this in and thought about how amazing it looked. Just then the storm poured buckets of rain on me but I had a smile on my face, one that no one else could see or understand as I alone peered out this window.

In another part of the dream, I sat in the rear passenger seat of an SUV. I was on a road trip with 4 other people. The landscape outside the car was like many scenes that I think come from the movie Twister – vast expansive, moving grey skies and flat green fields. We were driving along the empty highways, very aware that storm clouds hung over us, gathering momentum.

At one point, we stopped at a three-way intersection because we could see a wall of what looked like mist (we knew it was rain) moving from the left of where we were to the right, so coming directly our way. It looked dense. We decided to just stop driving and sit through until it passed so we waited for about 10 seconds and just braced ourselves. It came so fast, it looked like there was a lot of force in the wind. We didn’t expect any windows to break but certainly thought the rain hitting the car would sound like loud thuds in the metal.

As the wall approached the howling sounds of the wind became terrifying. Everyone including me had our heads down, looking at the floor. When the wall of rain did “hit” the car, it was like it just caressed the vehicle and brushed right by us. The wind and sound of rain was still sounded really loud. I looked up and saw dense white streaks (the rain) in front of us.

However, when I looked to the right, down the road, there was a glow of white sunlight behind all the storm clouds and the rain droplets were back lit. I suddenly had this slow motion perspective of the water droplets that had just blown past us. They were like little strings of round micro-pearls, snaked into random configurations. I saw another cluster pass by just at the front of the car and followed it with my eyes. The cluster wiggled around and seemed to be “talking” to me, waving hello and goodbye.

I looked around the car at my colleagues/friends, whoever they were, still hunched over trying to hide from the storm. I looked back out through the front window assessing just how bad the wind and rain was. Then I decided it was actually pretty bad so I wasn’t about to walk around outside, nor should we continue the drive. However, it was too interesting, amazing and beautiful to miss. So I kept looking to the right towards the sunlight and the back lit rain, happy that I had a chance to see it.

Also at one point my dad was in the dream, don’t remember which part, telling me to just take care and be careful.

Attack from Plastic Space Fish

There were definitely two dreams. One, before I woke up in the middle of the night. I forgot all of that. The second one I am writing about almost 2 days later so a lot of details are missing but the fantastical nature of the dream I think I can still recall so here it is.

Dreams 10.20.12
I was walking into a village that looked like a medieval diorama or a plastic christmas village sans snow. There was a calm, winding river running through the middle of town with cobblestone streets on each side, lined with toweing evergreens of all sorts. Brick houses of various colors stood along both sides of the streets and there was a stone arch bridge that connected the riverbank.

I stood and took it all in, in awe of the beautiful town before me, not really believing my eyes. Then a silvery blue bubbley space craft hovered down from nowhere, just above the river closer to the opposite bank. The outline of a door traced itself out of the side in light and became an opening. Then a giant green, plasticy fish with huge eyeballs that looked like a massive fishing bait popped out of thin air in front of the opening. It floated in the air, slowly descending upon the river. It continued to float along, above the river’s surface as if it was inside a soap bubble. A couple of other giant plastic fish appeared and did the same along the part of the river flowing away from me. I knew that they were somehow feasting on everything below the surface.

I had a glimpse, a vision of being under the water, watching as all the regular fish and life literally disappearing, just vanishing as the shadow of fish in the bubble drifted past. I ran across the stone bridge towards one particular building. It must’ve been the town office. There was a waiting area with three windows, only one of which was attended. I went up to the attendant and started babbling, warning and complaining that something must be done about the giant fish or else this town will be ruined. The attendant was joined by another officious looking person but instad of hearing what I was saying, they just seemed to be trying to calm me down, as if I was hysterical. I felt frustrated and angry, that they did not care enough about their wonderful little town to heed my warning or even look out the window to see that I was telling the truth.

Starting A Lovely Trip

Dreams 06.28.12

There were 2 parts to my dream. I remember the last part pretty well but the first part, I even tried to lie there just to remember it, twice. But as soon as I got up it was gone. Anyways, here’s the second part:

I was on a bus with 3 other coworkers: AG, LR and LS. We were all going out of town for some work event or function. The bus was modern and it reminded me of the airport shuttles in HK. I sat behind LR, who is usually quite shy and quiet. Then AG who was sitting further back with LS came up to sit beside me and we chatted for a bit. It was nothing special but it was friendly.

The bus dropped us off in this outdoor market place. We went to a small restaurant and sat at their one table outside, basically in an alleyway. It was actually a really nice day and a pleasant despite the seemingly shabby surroundings. It had a certain localized, ethnic charm to it. That’s the only way I could describe it. Then we all felt a few drops of water falling on our heads. We looked up and it wasn’t raining so we figured it was dripping from something overhanging out the windows above.

LR has warmed up very much at this point in the trip. She excitedly digs through her purse and brings out a flimsy looking umbrella that looked like it was made of an enormous banana leaf. I don’t know if banana leaf is the right thing, just something tropical. The texture was waxy, very green and still sort of transluscent. When she “tossed” it up, like one would a blanket or table cloth to spread out this “umbrella” (yes the action makes no sense with the thing that it is) it opened up and it’s uneven edges was just enough to cover our heads. Actually it barely covered LS but at least it covered our table. We all giggled and laughed. It was like have a private little green canopy to enjoy our meal under, away from the elements of the alley and it gave a nice bit of shade from the sun.

Afterwards we were at the airport. We all lined up at separate ticket counters to get checked in. When I arrived at my line I looked around and couldn’t see any of the others. I had a mild panic wondering if I was late. Then I saw AG and further down LR so I calmed.

When I walked through the door towards the gate/customs area, it’s like we instantly teleported to the destination city. There was no flash as one might expect from a sci-fi movie. It was simply that I walked through one door here, walked out another door there and some time had passed. It was just a common place thing where on one side you knew the time and place, and on the otherwise both of those variables were simply different. LS walked up to me and asked me how my “flight” was, it looked like she had passed over earlier than us and had been waiting for some time.

I said it was fine just that waiting in line was a bit of a chore because the people in front of me were slow. They weren’t really. It’s just one of those things people complain about the airport or train station when there is nothing else to say. Then LS tells me they screwed up with her luggage as well as with AG’s. It was merely gone, lost, no explanation. So AG was at a counter sorting all that out so we should go over to meet him.

Dreams 03.11.12

Dream 1:
I was looking for a good gym to throw a highschool dance party. I must’ve gone to several schools, this part I am not clear about. Finally I went to see the people hiring me to look for this. It’s a TV/Film production who is filming at another small gym location. They show me their budget / balance sheet and not only do they have no money, they were pretty much in the red and the were asking me to sign off on some recent expenses.

Looking at it, I see rentals for furniture and one line item said “defurnituring” for $700 dollars. I ask the 1st AD, “What the hell is that?” He said at one location they were moving an old wooden table with built-in bench seats. One of those carved out of one piece things. There was a loose piece on the table top and some PA decided to lift the table with that. Whole piece came off and his antique waa ruined. I was shocked then commented, “Kind of feels like the location just puts that piece of crap out for you to ruin everytime someone rents the place. Feels like a trap to me, that’s how they scam you.”

On to another scene. I am sitting at the office in my cubicle. My boss-boss sticks a farewell card package in front of me and tells me to write something. I wasn’t even sure who it was for, he explains to me and I had to stand up look around to put a face to the name. It’s some curly haired trinidadian dude that sits in our team’s area but far away from me. I didn’t even realize he was part of our team. I shrugged my shoulders and started to write “Hello …” I actually wrote the name but can’t remember it now but boss-boss took the card from me right away and said, “No! Don’t write there! The back!” I turned the card around and not sure if I ended up writing.

Then I was joyriding on a low motorcycle looking scooter through an older neighbourhood. There’s lots of green, big trees in the neighbourhood. I was riding like a pussy though going really slow but it was breezy day and you could feel and hear the breeze. All I could hear riding down the street even as the scooter was putt-puttingn, the breeze rustling through the leaves in the canopy of branches above. The joyride was great, so relaxing.

I went to my mom’s house to get something. I remember her not wanting me to leave so soon but I did anyway.

Dream 2:
This second dream happened after I attempted to do WILD again but definitely failed. There were no hypnagogic images at all, I just drifted into sleep.

I was waiting in a lunch room which looked like the common eating area on the Nebechenezzer in the Matrix. My boss-boss was beside me, I had a laptop open. Other coworkers were waiting in other areas of the room, chatting it up. Apparently we were waiting for something to be over like a fire drill or something.

I was typing away on the laptop between writing out my thought and msn-ing my bestie. I suddenly realized how anti-social I was being, so I shut the laptop and started chatting with my boss.

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