Thanks for the well-wishes. I've actually been waking up feeling a bit nauseous each morning since, including today. Then it tapers off by bed time. But I'm still not back to normal quite yet. I never had any run-to-the-toilet moments though, luckily (except to puke that first night).
Anyway, let me share these notes about an interesting dream from Monday night:
Pinball, pot and - apparently - a side door that won't close (Dream #?: 6/30/08 - 7/01/08)
Living w/SB. Pinball video game. Big wasp nest on my dresser. Visiters/morons. Lots of pot and side door won't close. Radio Shack tone dialer is gray. With 9 volt soldered in. Side door won't close/Sly StalloneNo, I don't know what it means either.
It took me several days to decode the chicken scratch into those words above; it looked like a bunch of random letters and letter amalgams strung together by a monkey. Don't ask me to try making sense of it now. Though now that I think about it I am recalling some faint details about what some of that means. The initial struggle was extracting meaningful letter sequences from the terribly written notes.
Fine... here's one from last night. It took me a few moments to realise what I had dreamt after I woke up. I sat through a lucid dreaming presentation at a church and never even thought for a second about the fact that I might be dreaming. What's worse is that I knew the presentation was out of place
Sleeping eyes have not yet awakened. So it is written - so shall it be done. (Dream #2: 7/02/08 - 7/03/08)
I was invited to the boss' church and decided to go. The place is pretty big and the crowd huge. I help get the microphone and P.A. system set up as the preacher does a mic check. As the rock band begins to play I head off to take a seat in the audience.
I spot Clyde (a guy I know in real life) sitting in one of the side rows and stop to say hi and shake his hand as I pass by. I finally make my way to my seat and sit down on an office chair. Because the smooth concrete floor slopes gently towards the front center, the chair I'm in keeps trying to roll forward so I have to hold onto the metal bleacher-pew to my immediate left.
Attention is directed to a large LCD panel suspended from the ceiling in front of my section of the crowd. I assume there are a bunch of these displays to give every one a good view. The video comes on and it's an introduction to lucid dreaming. I think it's odd that a church is presenting commercials for lucid dreaming. I sure wouldn't have expected to see something like this here.
I find that I'm working on some kind of electronic device in my lap while the next video presentation takes place. I don't pay much attention to it until I realise that they're are talking about how much money the boss' pawn shop is going to give me for scrapping a big gold chain I somehow have. I'm somewhat embarrassed by this being made public and start heading towards the back of the room.
I find a new place to sit and an old lady starts showing me the many chains she has around her neck, in an effort to impress me. There must be at least 40 or 50 of them. She lifts them towards me like she wants me to check them out. So I do. After a few seconds she snatches them from my fingertips in a guarded manner.
I'm now standing with the boss' cousin as a guy demonstrates to us how to quickly conceal a handgun from the cops by means of a pull (a magician's gimmick for creating vanishes up the sleeve or inside a vest) only he has the line run underneath his skin, rather than up a sleeve. I can see the fishing line come out of his upper arm. A large sewing needle is tied to the end of the line and the object he's using to demonstrate with is stuck onto the pin point.
I become the life of the party as the church session breaks for half time. I head into the bathroom, passing a large digital counter that displays the X number of people "served". It hangs on the wall near the bathroom entrance. I see the counter increasing at a steady pace and know that it's the number of people who have used this bathroom.
I notice that the urinals are a little higher than normal as I wait for the guy already using it to get down. He has to aim upward in an arc to hit the mark. He gets down and I step up to the plate. There are large cardboard boxes with complimentary jumbo candy bars: Hershey's chocolate bars, Hershey's with peanuts, Mr. Goodbar, and Crackle. There are even boxes stacked right under the urinal. "This is pretty gross", I think as I pick up a candy bar from the boxes only to realise that they are damp from splashing and missing.
As I get ready to leave the bathroom a thin, dark-skinned man comes in and introduces himself to me. "Hey, don't you know who I am? I'm [so and so] from Mid-Florida [something or other]. We're a Sharp copier, fax and printer service center." He told me his service call fee is $11 and asked me what we charge for service calls. I told him and them told him about our bench fees and he realised that he wasn't charging nearly enough.Alarm clock puts this dream to bed.
(Too long; I'll have to proofread later.)
No kidding! Who knows what mystery meats and other unknown substances they put in...
Mmmmm, mystery meat...