lastnite: a dream journal

Macintosh, HTML, and the flood

I saw, in a Macintosh way, rows of file icons and memos with all sorts of different numbers. I internally groaned.

I dreamt someone hacked into my diary and changed all my HTML.

In a different dream, Kathleen was coming up to visit this weekend, only I forgot and had made other plans. We had worked out an agreement to visit each other every other week, so one of us would drive to see each other once a month. Well, it was her turn. I told her it probably wouldn't work out. Then we were in a helicopter looking at storm damage. There was a flood and most of my city was under several feet of water. One intersection only had a sign and the roof of a fish bait store visible. I pointed to it and told Kathleen it wasn't a good weekend. She nodded.

I was in a run-down apartment complex, somewhat like the one that Vincent and Jules break into early on in Pulp Fiction. Really, any seedy apartment building featured in a cops 'n' robbers film would work. Think Shaft and Bullitt. I can't remember much else about the dream, but Johnny Knoxville was breaking into apartments (usually by kicking down the doors) and hiding behind his aviator sunglasses, thinking no one would know his true identity. I cowered in the corner of a pitch-black room.

A semi-truck kept almost hitting us: Mom and I were in the left turn lane, and a truck coming from the right had to back-up three times to avoid hitting us.