Preface

Still preparing for the trip, partly because I was too tired to get much done yesterday. This will be my last entry for a few days. Below is the plotless dream I had last night followed by a very weird dream I had while in the Halloween spirit last October.

A marine hermit crab. So cute!

I remember a few different parts with no idea how they connect or when they occurred with respect to each other.

I was in high school either watching or participating in the tryouts for the swim team. All the participants were being put to shame by the porpoises a staff member bred for a hobby.

I got home from a fishing trip with John and our dad on which we had listened to a song by Blue Öyster Cult countless times. Once we got home (to a house like the Pershing house only bigger) I issued a moratorium on that song: I wasn’t going to listen to it for a long time and I wasn’t going to let anyone else play it while I was around. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was put on a different song by Blue Öyster Cult. I find this part of the dream odd, since I usually have dreams about bands I’m a fan of and I’m not a fan of Blue Öyster Cult and have only heard a couple of their songs.

While the footage of our fishing trip was edited and combined with educational segments so the first segment of the miniseries could air on the Discovery Channel later that day, we ate dinner. This was after sorting the precious stones we had found while fishing, and sorting all the change that had been cluttering out dad’s van (which contained some precious antique coins). My mother was there, and she subtly tried to make everyone feel guilty who had shown up one hour late for the last meal like this, since it was apparently an annual thing. A bunch of my relatives were there, including a distant cousin who didn’t seem to be based on anyone in particular.

I had a mix C.D. playing and the Terminator 2 theme came on, prompting this guy to mention that he still had the cassette of "this" (which I wasn’t sure meant the T1 or T2 O.S.T.). I thumped the table along with the 5-stroke rhythmic motif that occurs in the T2 theme (and other Terminator cues) since I thought John would do the same, but he didn’t and I was embarrassed.

I was a co-owner of a computer game that contained every computer game ever made in the history of computers. Unfortunately you had to play a difficult ’80s-style game just to unlock the other games, and I wasn’t very good at it, so only lame games were available at this point. The menu game involved controlling some kind of futuristic car or vehicle that shot at cars flying around a circuit. Each flying car looked different and represented a certain game.

I co-owned this multi-game with my cousin Luke, who looked younger than in real life, and possibly with other people as well. The one good game that was playable had been unlocked by him, and I saw him play it. It looked extremely fun and involved a big dome, but I had to play it from the beginning and couldn’t get to the fun parts.

An interesting dream I no longer remember led into a dream where I was the writer of a movie. It was a children's fantasy film, and I was trying to make it seem like it was made in the Eighties. As I wrote down the plot I thought up, I saw it as well, as if I were watching the finished movie.

It started on a Friday morning, with a blonde teenage girl getting ready for school. A math class was the last class she had at her junior high that day, and there was going to be a test. She did some last-minute studying, then performed a ritual. She pointed a plastic toy laser gun at her head and pulled the trigger, referring to it as her "Smart Gun" and pretending it would make her smarter for her test. Dialog established that she did this before every test, and it had been a tradition since she was a child. But to her surprise, when her math class came along, she was actually smarter.

She did great on the test, and her heightened intelligence persisted after school. She eventually realized she was a witch. The Smart Gun had awakened her "witch self," which first manifested itself in the form of superior intelligence but developed to include magical powers and out-of-control behavior that evening.

At night she went out and got herself a black outfit, did lots of flying, mingled with other witches, and made herself a witch's brew, which she drank. In the folklore that was widely known in my dream, witches were renowned for their immunity to toxins. However, since she had only just become a witch, she was still afraid the brew would be too much even for her witch digestive system, and was wearing a diaper with a box of others on standby in case it gave her on diarrhea. She also swallowed a bunch of golf balls, since witches were apparently also known for eating golf balls.

In the morning she became a well-behaved little nonmagical girl again and didn't remember anything. Then she took off her pyjamas and discovered she was wearing a diaper full of diarrhea and excreted golf balls, which made her remembered everything. At this point I didn't know what to write next.