Over the past couple of weeks, I have had three dreams that I have woken up from, more or less remembering frame for frame, and they have all been uniformly weird.
The first started with me going up the gangplank from seemingly my parent's little peasant village in Mother Russia (I could see hoeing of the crops going on in the background, and the women were dressed up like those babushka dolls LOL), up the gangplank onto Vancouver Island, which I had the sense I was going to sail around Cape Horn and park it next to Nova Scotia or Newfoundland or something. Hmm, what had I been eating that day you may wonder.
Once on Vancouver Island, setting sail as it were, I saw a bear. I got in closer to take photos of it, and then it starting fighting with a tiger. I got closer, and then the fight broke up, and in one of those classic communication with no speaking moments, the bear told me to keep my distance, and I said I agreed - I was sure the grizzly was talking directly into my head in plain English though.
And then the third act of dream one, I was going through some rooms in the ship/island, and turning lights off when people weren't in the room and such, conserving energy I think. One of the rooms I went through was a rugby change room, and all these big burly blokes, talking about how hot their girlfriend's were or something. I just thought, because I didn't want to be beaten up by the high school first fifteen, just thought that hotness would be OK, if you didn't mind not having brain cells in the likely lot that would be girlfriends of rugby players.
Second dream, I was doing a project of some sort where I had to interview some high powered dude, can't remember who he was, but someone along the lines of Tony Robbins. I find myself in a 150 storey building built over the Pacific, somewhere near Guam, and I am in the shopping mall with an old school mate. A guy gives a dismissive look at me as he walks to the downward escalator, and instead of being my normal Pauly self and taking it, I go over there and eyeball him back, say something along the lines of 'and of course you're so good', the guy stops and steps towards me, and I'm not backing down, I'm itching for a bit of argy bargy.
We both calm down though, and I go over to the old school friend and say something like 'he had a right nerve didn't he'. I feel the building change shape or something, and we are informed by the pseudo Tony Robbins that the building has split into five 30 storey complexes, Voltron like, and are flying around the world to be put in strategic spots - our part is heading for San Diego apparently. I say this must be a hoax, Tony says no, I think a bit further and think oh we must all be in VR, virtual reality suits, and Tony says no. We land off the coast of San Diego, a lovely view, and Tony takes both me and the old school friend out for a bit of a car drive - I think he didn't like us questioning what was going on, and will take care of us. Offer we can't refuse kind of care of course.
Third dream, this morning, I was at a gay wedding, I think the singer off Green Day was getting hitched - remember, it was just a DREAM, I am not casting aspersions on anyone's sexuality LOL - and at the reception he was singing the song Holiday, with a group of fans shouting out the 'seig heil' wordy bit with him. No, not the Madonna version of that song LOL.
Weird ass dreams, huh.
Pauly
The first started with me going up the gangplank from seemingly my parent's little peasant village in Mother Russia (I could see hoeing of the crops going on in the background, and the women were dressed up like those babushka dolls LOL), up the gangplank onto Vancouver Island, which I had the sense I was going to sail around Cape Horn and park it next to Nova Scotia or Newfoundland or something. Hmm, what had I been eating that day you may wonder.
Once on Vancouver Island, setting sail as it were, I saw a bear. I got in closer to take photos of it, and then it starting fighting with a tiger. I got closer, and then the fight broke up, and in one of those classic communication with no speaking moments, the bear told me to keep my distance, and I said I agreed - I was sure the grizzly was talking directly into my head in plain English though.
And then the third act of dream one, I was going through some rooms in the ship/island, and turning lights off when people weren't in the room and such, conserving energy I think. One of the rooms I went through was a rugby change room, and all these big burly blokes, talking about how hot their girlfriend's were or something. I just thought, because I didn't want to be beaten up by the high school first fifteen, just thought that hotness would be OK, if you didn't mind not having brain cells in the likely lot that would be girlfriends of rugby players.
Second dream, I was doing a project of some sort where I had to interview some high powered dude, can't remember who he was, but someone along the lines of Tony Robbins. I find myself in a 150 storey building built over the Pacific, somewhere near Guam, and I am in the shopping mall with an old school mate. A guy gives a dismissive look at me as he walks to the downward escalator, and instead of being my normal Pauly self and taking it, I go over there and eyeball him back, say something along the lines of 'and of course you're so good', the guy stops and steps towards me, and I'm not backing down, I'm itching for a bit of argy bargy.
We both calm down though, and I go over to the old school friend and say something like 'he had a right nerve didn't he'. I feel the building change shape or something, and we are informed by the pseudo Tony Robbins that the building has split into five 30 storey complexes, Voltron like, and are flying around the world to be put in strategic spots - our part is heading for San Diego apparently. I say this must be a hoax, Tony says no, I think a bit further and think oh we must all be in VR, virtual reality suits, and Tony says no. We land off the coast of San Diego, a lovely view, and Tony takes both me and the old school friend out for a bit of a car drive - I think he didn't like us questioning what was going on, and will take care of us. Offer we can't refuse kind of care of course.
Third dream, this morning, I was at a gay wedding, I think the singer off Green Day was getting hitched - remember, it was just a DREAM, I am not casting aspersions on anyone's sexuality LOL - and at the reception he was singing the song Holiday, with a group of fans shouting out the 'seig heil' wordy bit with him. No, not the Madonna version of that song LOL.
Weird ass dreams, huh.
Pauly
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