Tag: sleep

a dream I had about somehow getting an enormous amount of cash from a bank ATM

I was on my way to some kind of epic music festival. I think it was free, but I decided to stop by the bank to get some money just in case I needed it. I walked in and headed straight to the ATM to take out, I don’t know, probably twenty dollars or so. That’s what I would’ve selected on the screen. But when I put my left hand out to grab it, more cash started coming out; a lot more. I just stood there, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible as bills; twenties, fifties, hundreds, thousands; layered in a stack that was becoming increasingly harder to manage in a single palm. I think I started using both hands.

I knew something was seriously wrong, or seriously right, that I hadn’t just inadvertently emptied my bank account, because it was much more money than I had in my account. I wasn’t counting, but, just glancing down every few seconds and seeing all those thousand-dollar bills, I figured it had to be close to a hundred thousand; enough to make me, as far as the empty history of my pockets were concerned, rich. I noticed the screen had some sort of short letter-number code displayed on it, perhaps an error message, as I became more and more nervous. Was anyone watching me? I didn’t know. Finally it stopped.

I figured the cameras were watching. There was probably one right there on the front of the ATM, getting a clear close-up of my face. Plus I’d inserted my card and typed-in my password. But I didn’t care, not enough to walk over to a human teller and explain what just happened. I was taking the money, that much I knew, at the risk of spending years in prison. It was a risk I was willing to take. Besides, I figured, they might never realize what happened. So I slid the money into my pocket, or pockets, and, after spending way too much time making sure the machine was reset to begin another customer, I walked out.

2012 December 26

a dream I had about trying to interview Hulk Hogan for the site

I saw Hulk Hogan, of all people, just outside my grandmother’s old house, in the space her neighbor’s old house still stands to this day. It wasn’t there in the dream though. It was just an empty lot; a jungle-like area with lots of trees and plants; as if the house had been torn down and cleared away a long time ago. The Hulkster was sitting at a table or a booth with some kind of promoter guy, apparently to promote his new movie. There may have even been ads for it posted around the area and memorabilia right there ready to sell or give away.

I didn’t have my main video camera on me, but I had my new Fifth Generation “iPod” Touch, which has a “1080p” video camera built into it. So, once I walked by and realized I was actually looking at the real Hulk Hogan, with just a promoter guy and maybe a few people standing around him; no apparent bodyguards or fans to get in my way; I sprung into action. Getting a celebrity video for my site is a major thing, so I went over to him and, just in case he wasn’t in the mood for video, started-off by asking him if I could take a picture with him.

I told him that I was a big fan of his, that he and Michael Jackson were like my idols, which was a lie. The Michael Jackson part is true, but I never particularly liked or cared about Hulk Hogan. Not that I ever disliked him or anything. I just never really had negative or positive feelings about him one way or the other. I remember wanting to see his No Holds Barred movie as a kid, back when I was a WWF fan and follower, but that’s about it. I thought buttering him up with fake praise was the best way to get a picture with him, so I did.

It seemed to work. I could see him smiling behind the shades that covered not only his eyes but a lot of his face. He said yes, that I could take a picture with him, so I acted excited, which I was, but mainly because I’d have a photo with a big celebrity for my site. As I fumbled around with the iPod Touch, either Hulk Hogan or the promoter guy suggested we do a “picture-in-picture”, which, at-least in the dream, meant that we’d (somehow) both have the photo on our iPod or iPhone. Hulk Hogan had one too.

I didn’t like that idea because I was concerned about how I’d look in the photo. If I didn’t like the way I looked and it was just on my camera, I could simply not put it on the site or perhaps just cut me out of it. But if it was on his camera too, a lot people might see it either way. That was my logic in the dream. It would’ve been a concern in real life, but not a major one. Me having the photo on my camera would’ve outweighed any concerns about him having it on his. But in the dream, it was a major concern.

So I fumbled around with my camera, purposely now, pretending I didn’t know how to get to “picture-in-picture”. After several awkward seconds, I asked if I could interview him on video instead, which is what I really wanted to do in the first place. He said okay, so I rushed to the video part, which seemed much more complicated in the dream than it would be in real life. The Fifth Generation iPod hasn’t even been released yet. But I plan to buy one as soon as it is.

By the time I got the video recording and the camera pointed at his face, which only took a few (more) seconds, his whole demeanor had sort of changed. Perhaps he was putting on a character act for the camera; I consider that possibility only in retrospect; but he was no longer smiling. So I didn’t waste any (more) time. I threw-out my first interview question. I can’t remember what it was, but it was basic question, which I thought was a good way to start. He didn’t answer it. He just looked at me. All of a sudden, he had a bad attitude.

I think I revised it for him, but he still wouldn’t answer. He wasn’t silent though. He grumbled and complained about it not being a good question. So I think I asked another one; a different one; to which he responded in the same way. He said somthing about my questions not being relevant, that he was there to promote his movie. When I heard the word “movie”, I jumped on it. “Okay, the movie, yeah, whatever,” I might’ve phrased it, which meant that whatever subject he wanted to talk about was fine with me.

I asked him a question about the movie and I can’t remember exactly what he said, but it obvious that the interview had fallen apart. He didn’t answer my question and may have even chastised me to the promoter guy. All I know is that I continued to record him as I backed off. What was happening; conflict as the result of Hulk Hogan being a jerk; was probably more interesting than a proper interview would’ve been anyway. Once I got about twenty or thirty feet away from him; I might’ve even counted aloud for comedic effect; I started talking shit back to him.

“Fuck you, Hulk Hogan,” I think I yelled, “Fuck you, your wife and your kids!” I just started throwing insults at him, about being old or whatever else I could think of, as he yelled back at me, probably threatening to beat my ass if I came back over to him. I wasn’t going to do that though, not even for the site. Though I was yelling at him in a jokey sort of way; it was obvious I wasn’t really angry; he seemed to be genuinely pissed-off, if only a little.

It wasn’t until I’d gotten all the way over to the front of my old house, which stood on the opposite side of my grandmother’s house, that the promoter guy and a few of his people caught-up with me. They were smiling and laughing. He started praising me for what just happened. He might’ve said it was “awesome” before agreeing with me about Hulk Hogan being an “asshole”. The Hulkster was no longer in view, so, even though the camera was still recording, he started freely insulting him. The whole thing was funny.

2012 September 26

a dream I had about a girl and her sister

I sprung a crush on this girl when I first laid eyes on her. It was mainly physical; she was a cute brown African-American with puffy ridges underneath her eyes as if she hadn’t slept in a long time. Actualy meeting and conversating with her made me fall for her friendly personality too. But it was still mainly a physical, romantic, sexual thing.

I don’t think I knew she had a sister at the time, but when I met her sister; a taller, probably slightly older version of herself; I’m guessing they shared the same mother and father because they looked so much alike, right down to the sleepless eye ridges; a day or few later, I sort of developed a crush on her too. She was only slightly less attractive.

Randy must’ve told her I liked her sister, or maybe her sister told her she liked me; there was obvious chemistry between us; because she accentuated it during our conversation. There was a big social event; a weekend series of concerts and parties; coming in upper Michigan. They were all planning to vacate there. She asked if I was going too.

I said yeah. I wasn’t as excited about going. I generally try to avoid loud noises. But I figured it would be a fun experience; one that would give me more one-on-one time with her sister. She, playing the role of unresentful match-maker, apparently had the same idea. As she walked away, she made a joke about me and her sister having sex at the hotel.

2012 September 20

a dream I had about being featured on a “reality” TV show with Jack Osbourne

I guess The Osbournes was still on TV. Either that or Jack and Kelly were featured on a new “reality” show. In either case, there I was; you couldn’t see me, but you could hear my voice; on the phone with Jack as he walked thru the mansion he lived in, telling me how fat and greedy his sister was.

He said her and her friend were selling, or trying to sell, big slices of pizza one day, presumably homemade pizza. When nobody bought them, he said, they sat down and ate the whole pie themselves. I didn’t know if the story was true or not, but it was funny and I was happy to be on the show.

2012 September 03

a dream I had about my boss Heather sitting on my face

I wasn’t even clocked-in at the time. I was either off for the day or off for the rest of the day, but there I was, at the job for some reason or another. Perhaps I lived nearby and was just there to get my paycheck. In any case, I was laying on the floor, on my back, in what could’ve been an exaggerated display of tiredness or boredom, when Heather, my boss in the dream and former boss in real life, walked over to me and sat on my face.

She did it as a joke and it worked because the people around us, co-workers and a friend I was with, erupted in laughter as I wiggled about, pretending to be stuck. It was a funny and pleasing experience in that I enjoyed having her pussy and ass so close to my face with only work slacks and panties between us. “I heard of people having their heads stuck up their bosses ass, but goddamn,” I said, which brought on more laughter.

2012 June 17

a dream I had about working for AVI

I was working for AVI. Nina, William and I were at what seemed like a huge school building. Me and William were inside moving tables toward the exit as Nina pulled the blue van around outside. I must’ve come to the job late or something because someone had us using the main exit door; the one in the middle with the most traffic; instead of the one closest to us with less traffic. That’s “traffic” meaning students, probably high school or middle school kids, rushing in and out.

“Why don’t we use that door,” I might’ve asked William, “It’s closer plus it’s less traffic.” From what I could tell, it simply made more sense to use that door. It was a straight shot out. “I don’t know,” he would’ve replied with a look of ignorance, “That’s the one they told us to use, so…” I didn’t say anything else to him about it, if I’d said anything about it to him in the first place. But I told Nina during our first table load and, surprisingly, she agreed. So we started using that door.

2012 May 23