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In my dreams, I concatenate, deal with hockey pucks and wander around on bike and foot

When I woke up sometime around 1 this morning it was because I was being chased/taunted by the word CONCATENATE in my dream. That's right. CONCATENATE. There were little versions of this word dangling all around me and it wasn't scary but it was definitely weird and it woke me up. I could only shake my head once I was awake because late yesterday afternoon I was having a concatenate issue in Excel and was getting frustrated that it wouldn't work like I wanted it to. Apparently popping a couple of Benadryl before bed brought that frustration right into my dreams. I can honestly say that I've never had a dream about a word before. That was a first.

I got back to sleep pretty quickly and then had a random series of dreams that involved my dad and his wife, some random kids that I was apparently taking care of, a huge department store, hockey pucks, Jennifer Aniston and Joey Tribiani (aka Matt LeBlanc, but he was Joey in the dream).

At one point in the dream I was riding bikes with my dad and his wife and we were in the desert or some sort of vast open place. It seemed like maybe we were in another country but I have no idea where. I couldn't say what we were doing there or why we were doing it on bikes but nonetheless, it happened. At one point I was watching these two kids, a boy and a girl, like maybe I was their nanny or just a friend of the family...no real idea. I just remember making them get off the train tracks when the lights started flashing and those giant arms started to come down. I think I may have even yelled at the little girl when she didn't move fast enough. 

I kept wandering through hallways and various rooms in this dream, and I'm not sure where I was but it seemed like a mall or a giant store. At one point there was some sort of announcement about "The Last Goalie" and suddenly there was a mob of people trying to get a hockey puck. I sort of just watched and seemed confused about what was going on but a few minutes later there was an announcement about "The 13th Goalie" and I joined in the mad dash for the pucks. 

It was about that time that a loud speaker started playing a voice over from Jennifer Aniston talking about how awful The 13th Goalie had been to her and when we turned toward a video board we saw Joey Tribiani (how I knew it was the character Joey and not Matt LeBlanc I couldn't tell you) who was, apparently, the goalie in question. He looked shocked by what she was saying about him, how he was a horrible boyfriend or something. We watched for a bit then went back to the pucks and started grabbing whatever we could.

A few minutes later the puck frenzy started again although this time it seemed to be in numerical order, like they started calling out Thomas Greiss because he wears #1 (for the San Jose Sharks NHL team in case you have no idea who I'm talking about), then they called someone that wore #2 although it wasn't the actual player that wears that. Then no one wore the numbers up to #9 which, in my dream, was Patrick Marleau's number. When they called that, the crowd went nuts and made another mad rush to the table for the pucks.

I woke up shortly after that and frankly felt exhausted. Apparently all that bike riding and rushing for pucks wore me out! 

I can understand at some level why I dreamed about hockey pucks. The Sharks are in the playoffs and they sold mystery pucks before the first game on Monday (and they're selling them again tonight) and it was a bit of a mad rush to get into the building and get them the other night. I can at least connect those dots, though Patrick Marleau wears #12 in real life, not #9. But how Jennifer Aniston and Matt LeBlanc got in the picture I have no idea. I haven't even watched Friends re-runs in a while. And Lord knows where those two children came from or why my dad and his wife and I were biking. I don't think we own a single bike between us.

Ah well...it made for some entertainment in my own mind at least. Good to know I'm still crazy...

In my dreams there are flight attendants, Matt Nathanson and Magneto...

I can't believe it's been two months since I posted on this blog...it's not that life hasn't been crazy...just more serious crazy than normal crazy. Does that even make sense? I don't care.

Well...when I awoke this morning I could only shake my head at the series of dreams that wandered through my not-very-deep sleep last night. I seriously don't know where I get this stuff...

Part One: 

My friend Tasha and I were going on a trip overseas. This isn't really that crazy since she goes overseas all the time. I've never been but I do have my passport and we've discussed potential journeys for the future. We got seated on the plane and honestly, it was more like a giant limousine, but the seats were very comfy. And then I realized I didn't have my passport...and that I'd left it in my suitcase which was, inexplicably, still in the hotel. Yeah. I don't get it either. The flight attendant told me there was still time for me to go back and get it - fyi, she was dressed like a flight attendant from the 60s; yeah, I don't get that either - so, I crawled over a couple of businessmen and through the back of the plane. And again, it was like the backseat of a limo as I pulled seat cushions out of the way and crawled out onto the pavement and then proceeded to wander into a warehouse (hangar?) and push the button for a service elevator. I waited for several minutes then got on and went through some crazy series of floors to get to my room where I found my suitcase then left to, I suppose, go back to the plane. That was the end of that.

Part Two:

The beginning of the second part is a bit fuzzy but it seemed like I was watching a movie but then maybe I was in the movie or maybe it was all happening in real life. Let me just say that the key player was Magneto from X-Men, the one played by Ian McKellen. And it was like he was in all these little magnetic pieces in a box, and I opened the box in the back of a cab and he started to form. OMG, what??? I haven't watched an X-Men movie in months so who knows where any of this came from. The next thing I knew I was in a town and going to a Matt Nathanson concert and these two girls, supposed fans, come out of nowhere to go with me. I don't know them in the dream (no idea who they might be in the real world either) but I don't seem to trust them. It seems like they either work for Magneto or are spies or something. Anyway, we get to this bar where he's supposed to play and it's this huge place with dark wood paneling and lots of halls and corners and we're looking for him but don't find him. I then lose the two girls somehow and see him coming down the stairs - apparently he's supposed to perform upstairs. The girls then reappear and we all go up with him and the upstairs of this place is like this creepy family restaurant and it's all decorated for Christmas. And there are lots of kids there and I'm thinking that it's not Matt's normal crowd, but he sits down to play and I attempt to sit on this couch but the Christmas tree is so big that I can't so I just stand and the whole thing is very awkward. A few minutes later we're sitting at a picnic table in someone's back yard - me, Matt and the two girls - and apparently they're trying to help him get away from Magneto. And that's about the time I woke up. 

I have seriously lost it. Wow.

In my dreams, I know Justin and Britney

I can only blame the media and the posts I saw on tumblr yesterday for the brief dream I remember from last night.

I was roaming about a hotel in what I can only assume was Florida. There was a lot of water around and well, I just know it was Florida. The hotel was located in such a way that you could see the ocean, or some body of water, from both sides of it, and it was in a triangle shape.

I found myself sitting at a table in a large restaurant that was completely empty. It was clearly a fancy restaurant based on the linens and table settings and a few minutes after I sat down Justin Timberlake joined me. Yes, you read that right. JT himself. But it was a younger version of JT, not the current version. He was very excited because he was about to propose to Britney. Yes, that Britney. She appeared and as he stood to greet her the ring box fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up and seriously, it said Dude! on the top of it. I handed it back to him and he opened it and presented it to Britney and of course she squealed and said yes and when I caught a glimpse of what was inside there was a ring and four or five small diamonds that Justin said were for him.

It seemed that we were all very good friends in the dream because we rejoiced together and were actually sharing a hotel suite. I left them to celebrate and went wandering around the hotel. Outside it was storming but I opened a sliding glass door and went outside anyway then came back in and called my mom to tell her what had happened.

That's all I remember but I think that's more than enough to qualify for this blog.

In my dreams, I help Taylor Swift launch her new perfume

There is no possible explanation for this dream other than this: I'm completely cracked.

The dream started with me getting a packet of information about a trip I was taking. The trip? To join Taylor Swift in LA when she launched her new perfume. Uh huh. You read that right. The perfume was called Rapture and there was a photo of Taylor wearing a black evening gown on the itinerary. It seemed completely normal that I was going to this, and I read through the details and prepared to go. It also appeared that the reason I was going had something to do with ASU.

It was totally random because the flight left at like 10 at night and then there were activities in the middle of the night in LA and the launch was the next day. I wasn't quite clear why it was being done that way but didn't bother asking anyone about it.

At some point while I was perusing the itinerary Nathan Angelo (that's him on the right) walked out of his apartment, which was, apparently, directly across from where I was reading this information. He smiled his Nathan smile, laughed, then went on his merry way.

The dream shifted to an airplane, which was clearly Southwest based on the colors and the flight attendants but it was anything BUT a Southwest plane. It was more like an old school DC10 with tons of room between the aisles and seats on both sides and in the middle. My mom was with me and for some random reason we weren't sitting together.

I looked back to her seat and she was less than pleased. The guy behind her, a grown up, was pushing on her seat and kicking it and being a complete jerk. I told her to move and tried to find a flight attendant. Then for some reason I moved and my mom did move but still not by me. I was sitting by the window and no one sat next to me. And then, I guess, we flew.

At some point someone was asking why I was involved in the whole event and my mom said it was a rifle team reunion, which made absolutely no sense (I was not involved with the rifle team at ASU, that was WVU). I shook my head and said, "No. It's because I'm awesome." To be fair, that actually does sound like something I'd say.

I got to LA and my mom was no longer with me but I met my friend Tasha, also involved in the event, at the airport. She was wearing a black and white evening gown and I was wearing a red one. Someone whispered that her ride would be there soon and she told them she would rather wait for her husband to pick us up. The person that talked to her seemed annoyed but went away.

Moments later we were on a bus but it was just like the plane. Tasha told me I should print my itinerary, and I was confused since I had a copy of it, but it was on red paper and I got up and walked to the printers on the other side of the bus. I put the paper down to print it and saw someone take their credit card out of it then walked back to my seat, still by the window in the exact same place it was on the plane, and there were two people sitting there taking pictures out of the window.

I asked them what they were doing there and they said those were their seats. I told them they were sitting in my seat and they got really snotty about it. When I asked if they would just give me my bag still sitting under the seat they refused and I had to call a flight attendant - yes, they were on the bus too. She was less than helpful so I reached under and grabbed the bag and then I woke up.

In my dreams, Kate Voegele and I drive through a snowstorm

So I went to see Kate Voegele and Parachute in concert last night and naturally, had a dream involving Kate. I had one about Parachute a few nights ago so I suppose it's only fair for me to involve Kate in my crazy too.

The dream started with Kate and me driving down a highway, which looked suspiciously like Highway 1 between Pacifica and San Francisco. The weather was nice and we were chatting away like old friends, which I'm sure we would be if we'd ever actually met. We're in a fairly small car, and it's packed full of stuff. 

Without warning the road and our surroundings become pitch black, like so black you can't even see our headlights. She's driving at this point (I was driving in the beginning) and seems to have complete control over the car. I'm freaking out a bit because of the darkness but feel like she knows what she's doing so attempt to relax. That's when the car starts sliding on the ice and suddenly we're in a snowstorm, but shortly thereafter we arrive in a small town and pull over by a park.

We get out of the car, and it's sort of cold but no longer snowing, so we wander in and there are several large picnic areas, all covered and all but one empty. The other one is crammed full of people and we find someone outside to ask about the address we're looking for. He tells us we're there, and Kate starts talking to him about where she's supposed to be playing.

He says he'd like to hear something with a drum, and she says she's got a kettle drum. This seems to disappoint him but he moves on. It doesn't appear like he was expecting us but he's glad there's going to be some entertainment. She asks about electricity for my piano but it doesn't look like that's an option but the guy says I should be able to improvise and neither of us know what he means.

We wandered back to the car, confused but ready to play and then another guy shows up (in a black pea coat I might point out ... apparently I have a thing for men in pea coats) and it seems like he's the backup singer. I'm not clear why he wasn't with us but it makes sense for him to be there so we all start to unload the car.

The dream then shifts and the three of us are walking down a hall and an older lady behind us comments about me wearing flip flops and shorts and I turn around and smile then laugh and tell her I'm crazy.

And that was it...woke up a few seconds later shaking my head...thankful I have these kinds of dreams as opposed to nightmares...crazy as they are, they are definitely entertaining...at least to me...

In my dreams, I have lunch with Will from Parachute and also meet Joe Thornton

I see I haven't posted something crazy in nearly two months...apparently life has been too busy to be crazy. But as I woke up on the morning of day one of my vacation, I remembered my dream and it was, a little bit crazy...

 

I'm not sure where I was in this dream, but there was a library and a huge restaurant across from what appeared to be a hotel, possibly where I was staying. I was with a friend but I've never actually seen this person in my life so no idea who she was. We saw the lead singer of the band Parachute (that's him on the left when I saw them play at the Mountain Winery this summer) in our hotel and were very excited about it. Somehow, I met him and we made a plan to have lunch. Sure. Because that happens ALL the time.

I went to the restaurant to meet him but didn't see him when I came in so sat down and waited. While I was waiting I fell asleep and didn't realized he was sitting in another part of the restaurant the whole time. When I woke up, feeling stupid and embarrassed I walked by the whole band at a table and made eye contact and tried to convey that I felt bad. He just looked at me and I walked back to the hotel knowing that I'd missed my chance. I saw him at some point and apologized all over the place and he seemed cool with it.

In the next scene I was actually having lunch with him, only it wasn't actually him. It was some random gorgeous guy I've never seen in real life (but certainly wouldn't mind seeing!). He was tall, with perfect hair and a perfect smile and wearing a black pea coat. I apologized again and again, explained what happened, and he was totally fine with it.

The scene morphed again and I was having lunch with my friend, but leaning against a rail on the second floor of the restaurant, which, by the way, was HUGE. He was smiling and leaning over me a bit, and I was giggling and flirting and we were definitely getting along.

A few minutes later my friend and I were leaving the restaurant and walked by him and some of his band mates and he jumped up and joined us, waving goodbye to his friends. And things were going great until I saw Joe Thornton (picture courtesy of The Mercury News), and also my friend Jill. I turned to Will and my other friend and told them I'd just be a minute then ran over and said hi to Jill who was equally as excited to see Joe in this random restaurant. He was signing things for people and weirdly, we both had ticket stubs from what appeared to be a home game, though also appeared to be from his 1000th game (which actually took place last night in New Jersey, not in San Jose...details...). He was wearing shorts and his jersey with a black coat and was more than happy to sign my ticket. I fumbled with my phone and got it into camera mode then handed it to Jill to take a photo of us. Joe was very gracious and bent down (he's in the vicinity of 2 feet taller than me!) and smiled and put his arm around my shoulder for the photo. I thanked him then walked away with Jill who was trying to get her phone into camera mode, then I was like, "Hey, don't you want your picture with him too?" And we headed back and I took her picture with him, then thanked him again and told him to have a good afternoon. He was like, "Hey thanks. You too!" I expect this is exactly how it would be if I ever ran into him in a real restaurant.

Jill and I walked away, and then I picked up a box that I'd apparently had the whole time and struggled with closing the lid. I looked around to find Will and my other friend but didn't see them so headed for the door, and while we were standing there waiting to go through Will, who had morphed into someone else completely, gave me a sneer and then said, in a very snarky tone, "Guess you weren't that sorry."

I stood there dumbfounded and then, naturally, woke up...

Trust me...if this had happened in real life I would have been extremely sorry! On a side note, I'm seeing Parachute in concert on Monday night...wonder if Will will remember me... :-)