I had a stranger- than-strange dream. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one was too outrageous to forget.
It started with me going to my friend's house after a night of newspaper layout. I stepped into her house, which was actually a tiny kitchen in a hut, and walked a couple feet, just to bang into the oven.
"How do you like your steak done, hmm?" her mom asked me, stepping from around the corner with her yellow labrador. "Whoa, I thought you were dead!" I said to the dog. In my dream I guess it wasn't weird for me to be talking to a dog. He was bigger than ever - practically a horse. He just handed me a big bowl of steak - one of those bowls you fill with popcorn on a rainy Friday night as you watch Jerry MaGuire for the 58th time.
Standing there with my bowl of steak, her mom yelled from the other room (yeah, she was just standing next to me, then boom, she was in another room...er...hut), "It's time to go to the shrine!" WHAT???
Next thing I know, we're all in the car, but everyone (my friend, her mom, her little brother, and the dog) sat in the front seat, except me and my bowl of steak. The only reason I was at her house was to pick up my car, and now we were going to a shrine. Great.
That's where my dream ended.
This really strange dream made me wonder if it all meant something. Did my friend's dog coming back to life mean something? Did the big bowl of steak mean something? Probably, but whatever it means is too far out for me. Supposedly dreams are supposed to mean something, but I'm really not sure. I decided to consult an online dream interpretor too see what my dream might have really been about. This is what I got...
To see cooked meat in you dream, denotes that you will see others obtain the object for which you have been striving for.
To see or make a shrine in your dream, indicates that you are putting too much of your energy into one element of your life.
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts.
That didn't help. I don't feel ignored, my instincts are just fine, and I didn't lose a good friend. Dreams, to me, seem to be the things you don't have enough time to think about during the day when you're awake, so when you dream as you sleep, even the things of little significance get mushed together with everything else you haven't had enough time to think about, producing a feature film inside your head. I've come to the conclusion that although dreams may have hidden meanings, they are self-provided entertainment.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
no way, old man.
Last weekend I went prom dress shopping with my mom. We went everywhere, including this little dinky brial shop called Princess Brides by Ala Moana.
So my mom and I walk in and the first thing I notice is the odd dog barking from under the dress racks. Who in their right mind would let a dog loose in a store full of expensive dresses? Anyway, as my mom and I were browsing the racks of what looked like figure skating attire rather than prom dresses, an older man, I'd say at least 64, turned the corner to stand right in front of me. I said "excuse me" so I could continue looking for a decent dress, but he didn't move. So I looked up at his unshaven, shaky like Parkinson's face. He held up a dress too ugly to even be called a dress. It was the color of algae growing on the side of my hairdresser's fish tank with a layer of stiff black fishnet over it. It was bad. He firmly said, "Try it on" and I politely refused. However, he shoved it in my face and insisted I try it on. I kept saying no and he kept demanding. I got so fed up I took it in the dressing room, sat on the stool for 5 minutes, and came out to tell him it sucked. But when I came out, he yelled at me. "Why didn't you show me what it looked like on you, huh? WHY?" Geez mister, calm down. I was really irritated by then. I said to him that the dress was REALLY UGLY AND I DON'T LIKE IT. Of course this made him mad. So he pulled out another dress that was actually worse than the first one. He had outdone himself - he found an even uglier dress. This time the dress looked like a jail uniform, with thick vertical black and white stripes and it flared out only to one side. SO BAD. SO SO SO SO BAD. NO WAY, OLD MAN. He stood there, blocking the door, with the dress in his hand. "You don't know good taste," he scolded me. "I've been in this business for 500 years (it wasn't really 500 years, but it might as well have been) and I know what I'm talking about. You don't." I was pissed. Pissed-er than pissed. "IT'S UGLY" was all I could say. Not being able to get out of the store and wanting to kick the man so badly, I didn't know what to do. So what did I do? I cried. But nooooooo, mister old man still wouldn't let us out. I was seriously "all up in his face." But after another good 10 minutes of sobbing and yelling and hideous dresses, I managed to get out of there. Princess Brides: BEWARE.
So my mom and I walk in and the first thing I notice is the odd dog barking from under the dress racks. Who in their right mind would let a dog loose in a store full of expensive dresses? Anyway, as my mom and I were browsing the racks of what looked like figure skating attire rather than prom dresses, an older man, I'd say at least 64, turned the corner to stand right in front of me. I said "excuse me" so I could continue looking for a decent dress, but he didn't move. So I looked up at his unshaven, shaky like Parkinson's face. He held up a dress too ugly to even be called a dress. It was the color of algae growing on the side of my hairdresser's fish tank with a layer of stiff black fishnet over it. It was bad. He firmly said, "Try it on" and I politely refused. However, he shoved it in my face and insisted I try it on. I kept saying no and he kept demanding. I got so fed up I took it in the dressing room, sat on the stool for 5 minutes, and came out to tell him it sucked. But when I came out, he yelled at me. "Why didn't you show me what it looked like on you, huh? WHY?" Geez mister, calm down. I was really irritated by then. I said to him that the dress was REALLY UGLY AND I DON'T LIKE IT. Of course this made him mad. So he pulled out another dress that was actually worse than the first one. He had outdone himself - he found an even uglier dress. This time the dress looked like a jail uniform, with thick vertical black and white stripes and it flared out only to one side. SO BAD. SO SO SO SO BAD. NO WAY, OLD MAN. He stood there, blocking the door, with the dress in his hand. "You don't know good taste," he scolded me. "I've been in this business for 500 years (it wasn't really 500 years, but it might as well have been) and I know what I'm talking about. You don't." I was pissed. Pissed-er than pissed. "IT'S UGLY" was all I could say. Not being able to get out of the store and wanting to kick the man so badly, I didn't know what to do. So what did I do? I cried. But nooooooo, mister old man still wouldn't let us out. I was seriously "all up in his face." But after another good 10 minutes of sobbing and yelling and hideous dresses, I managed to get out of there. Princess Brides: BEWARE.
Part 2: Let it sink in.
I'm still thinking about my last post.
As we get closer and closer to the end of school, I’ve been having those types of conversations more and more. I’m really not sure how I feel about it. It, meaning graduation. I want school to be over, that’s for sure, but I really don’t want to leave the people. It’s crazy to think that in 88 days, we’ll be graduating, freaking GRADUATING.
Let that sink in a bit.
11 days until spring break
53 days until prom
80 days until senior skip day (also my birthday)
88 days until graduation
whoa baby.
As we get closer and closer to the end of school, I’ve been having those types of conversations more and more. I’m really not sure how I feel about it. It, meaning graduation. I want school to be over, that’s for sure, but I really don’t want to leave the people. It’s crazy to think that in 88 days, we’ll be graduating, freaking GRADUATING.
Let that sink in a bit.
11 days until spring break
53 days until prom
80 days until senior skip day (also my birthday)
88 days until graduation
whoa baby.
...but you can't help it.
Tonight i was talking on AIM (yes, instead of doing homework - I have a math test and these journal entries due tomorrow) and one of my freshman friends IMed me. I haven't talked to him for a while, so I was surprised when the window popped up and I saw his screenname. This is some of the stuff we talked about...
(For privacy, I didn't use our real screennames)
EL: this sucks
EL: everyone is leaving
EL: this year was by far the best ever
KG: yeah
EL: no more ghost stories
KG: nah we'll come to visit
EL: but how
EL: you'd be in college
EL: and i like being the new person making friends with older people
EL: u guys are awesome
EL: it's too bad you're leaving already
EL: right now to be honest
EL: i might sound like a loser but i feel like this year was the best ever at least first semester i had so much fun because of the friends i made and i don't want to see that go
EL: it's hitting me pretty hard
KG: you're telling me
EL: like i never would have suspected it
KG: yeah its coming down to the last of everything
EL: idk i guess i just loved this year so much i don't wanna see it go
EL: but if i were u i'd be excited
EL: cuz yur going to new school
EL: new friends
KG: thats what so scary though
KG: everything new
EL: but it'll be exciting at least
EL: and even when u go away...we're still back here waiting for u to visit
KG: thats another thing though
KG: its just a visit
KG: it wont ever be the same like "hey lets go out tonight"
EL: actually yea thats really true i see it happening with my brother and sister
EL: but it's not like you're leaving for good
KG: yeah
KG: i noticed though that with my friends that left last year, lots of them drifted
EL: i can predict the future
EL: after my sophmore year
EL: u guys will begin to "drift away" from us more and more
KG: guarantee there will be some drift with everyone, but i think theres just a few in every grade i know ill keep an eye out for
EL: but there's not much to talk about
EL: kinda know waht i mean??
KG: yeah
KG: after the "so whats new in your life?" theres not much to talk about
KG: but with good friends you always find something
EL: but it's sad to see friendship slowly start to go away
EL: but u can't help it
This boy is like my baby. Seriously, I'd protect him like my own brother (maybe even more considering my brother and I don't really talk). Anyway, after he told me he doesn't want this school year to end and for us to go away, I realized that I'll have to leave him and everyone else back home. Even the other graduating seniors will be left in the past. There's no escaping it and I'm not ready.
(For privacy, I didn't use our real screennames)
EL: this sucks
EL: everyone is leaving
EL: this year was by far the best ever
KG: yeah
EL: no more ghost stories
KG: nah we'll come to visit
EL: but how
EL: you'd be in college
EL: and i like being the new person making friends with older people
EL: u guys are awesome
EL: it's too bad you're leaving already
EL: right now to be honest
EL: i might sound like a loser but i feel like this year was the best ever at least first semester i had so much fun because of the friends i made and i don't want to see that go
EL: it's hitting me pretty hard
KG: you're telling me
EL: like i never would have suspected it
KG: yeah its coming down to the last of everything
EL: idk i guess i just loved this year so much i don't wanna see it go
EL: but if i were u i'd be excited
EL: cuz yur going to new school
EL: new friends
KG: thats what so scary though
KG: everything new
EL: but it'll be exciting at least
EL: and even when u go away...we're still back here waiting for u to visit
KG: thats another thing though
KG: its just a visit
KG: it wont ever be the same like "hey lets go out tonight"
EL: actually yea thats really true i see it happening with my brother and sister
EL: but it's not like you're leaving for good
KG: yeah
KG: i noticed though that with my friends that left last year, lots of them drifted
EL: i can predict the future
EL: after my sophmore year
EL: u guys will begin to "drift away" from us more and more
KG: guarantee there will be some drift with everyone, but i think theres just a few in every grade i know ill keep an eye out for
EL: but there's not much to talk about
EL: kinda know waht i mean??
KG: yeah
KG: after the "so whats new in your life?" theres not much to talk about
KG: but with good friends you always find something
EL: but it's sad to see friendship slowly start to go away
EL: but u can't help it
This boy is like my baby. Seriously, I'd protect him like my own brother (maybe even more considering my brother and I don't really talk). Anyway, after he told me he doesn't want this school year to end and for us to go away, I realized that I'll have to leave him and everyone else back home. Even the other graduating seniors will be left in the past. There's no escaping it and I'm not ready.
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