lastnite: a dream journal

Gravity is bunk

I finally had the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon dream I knew I would have someday: I was in a three-story building. I can't remember most of it, but I do know that I was flying and running up the walls. At one point I almost hit my head on a ceiling fan. Dad was with me, and it was dark and rainy (like most of my dreams have been lately). The building had quite a bit of glass in it, but no one smashed through it. I wasn't exactly fighting, I don't think, but just sort of flying.

I was in an used clothing store on some class trip. There was to be another leg of the journey that involved going to another clothing store, trying on clothes, and a big graduation party. I didn't really want to go try on clothes, but I couldn't remember having a really big graduation party and that sounded like fun. There was an African-American girl who was flying on to Australia (it was just an hour plane ride away; I don't know exactly where we were, but it wasn't Kansas). She was terribly excited and couldn't stop chatting, "Flying at night over the ocean is so exciting. It's like you can't tell what's up anymore." I wanted the people at the cash register to hold onto my bags while I shopped, but they refused to do that. I was very worried about "getting back in time," although I have no idea where I was supposed to go.

About six other people and I went to go either watch someone die or kill ourselves at this person's house. We were at the big metal gates begging to be let in when Bill Clinton walked by and shook everyone's hand. He was quite jolly and relaxed, and I realized just how much I missed him. (This dream obvious reflects some of the main issues--euthanasia especially--tackled in last night's moving episode of That's My Bush).

The annoying client at work that has tons of ideas for how we should run our company called me on my cell phone. First, I was slightly disturbed that I had a cell phone, but realized it was "necessary." Secondly, she just got my voice mail and it garbled part of her message. I threw the phone and said to Jake (I think), "See, I don't want to be reachable."

I was standing with three people (Lael, Joel, Bev?) and we were trying to will Sally (Lael's wife) to turn on the air conditioning. We were on the east side of a highway and she was on the west side in a greenhouse-type building. She could only turn on the AC by making the large sign display the proper series of logos. I knew the last two symbols had to be "Union Label - Chevron," but couldn't help on the first two.