2001-02-18 -- The A-Team

Last night I had a dream that I was working on an art project that involved scanning leaves.  I came across some footage of me in the jungle with John A and his team of loyal saboteurs.  I was wearing a hat with all sorts of pockets.  It was early morning before a mission and we were drinking coffee -- but I was drinking from a sippy-cup.

2000-09-05 -- Dreams

Last night I had some weird dreams.

In the first, I dreamed that I was in a car with my grandfather/father. At first, it was my grandfather. We were headed east but instead of turning right to go home, we continued on to a bridge over the Anacostia river.  Just over the bridge, we came to a cook-out.  We stopped and discovered that we were being pulled over by the police.  Now it was my father, and he was running down to the "beach" to get away.  As the cop approached, I stood next to the car on the passenger side, drumming the soft, warm vinyl roof.  My father was gone.

The second dream took place in a high-school teacher's New York apartment.  He said, "look at this book, it's got pictures of you."  Sure enough, there were pictures of me on school trips.  The thing was that they were trips I had never been on and I didn't recognize any of the other people.  He said, "there's a picture of my son" and I didn't know what to say.  His son looked like a Muppet.  He had a long, cylindrical/conical head with a tuft of hair on top.  His face was flat and his mouth was a hinged crescent.  He had only a few teeth and they were widely spaced.  It was all pretty weird.

In the final dream, I trying to put my hair in a pony tail.  I thought, "this is pretty stupid! My hair is too short."  When I looked up, into the mirror, I saw that had hair just like Howard Stern.  I ran my fingers through it and was completely grossed out.

1999-12-17 -- Bald

I had a dream last night that I was going bald in the shape of the letter N.

1999-11-30 -- Yuck

Last night I had a dream that I was driving a big old black Lincoln Continental down this steep red dirt road covered with ski moguls. I was trying to navigate the car like I would ski on moguls (if I could, in fact, artfully ski over and around moguls).  But somehow I was able to make this enormous American car hop left and right between the bumps. The road got wider but it was still steep and the bumps were still there.  Now there were lots of people standing around and climbing up the side of a cliff above me. Something happened and I was also climbing.  But now we were climbing on a white stone parapet and there were water pipes and handles extending from the walls. There were lots of people crawling all over the surface of this cliff/castle like ants. We were all scrambling over the surface holding on to pipes and handles and crevices. It was a very long way down and I remember thinking that I would normally be much more frightened by the height.  I wasn't really too worried about anything but everyone else seemed consumed by some sort of Hieronymus Bosch-like anguish.  All of a sudden, I was inside the castle in some sort of dungeon.  There was a guy hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. Now, when I think back, I wonder if I, too, was hanging - I was at the same height above the ground. Anyway, this guy started spraying diarrhea all over the room. It was pretty gross.  That's when I woke up.

1999-11-23 -- Under Arrest

I dreamt I was driving on Rt 123 toward Tyson's Corner.  Across from Evan's Farm Inn, at the entrance to the police parking lot, a policeman stopped traffic to allow a new VW Beetle police car to enter.  I looked in my rear view mirror to see a car barreling toward me.  It hit me with a crump but kept on going, turning down a dead-end street.  I drove after it, blocked it with my car, and ran to get the police.  When we got there, we found a small crowd doing push-ups on the ground.  The group included a couple of police officers, the other driver, and me!  I asked why I was doing push-ups and the cop said that the other me "appeared to be under the influence."  I protested saying the other driver had hit me and had admitted drinking.  "Did you check her?" I asked.  They said no but that the results would be ready in a minute.  At this point I was the me doing push-ups and two cops lifted me off the ground by my arms and said they were placing me under arrest.  I woke with a start.

1999-11-19 -- Contraption

I had a dream that Mike F and I were in New York.  We were on the street and there were some guys setting up some kind of equipment in the middle of the street.  Little pastel panels with cables running between them casting a honeycomb pattern on the street.  At one end, a cable ran to a microphone on a stand.  A couple of speakers were connected near our end.  A woman stepped up to the microphone and said the number 5.  The speaker nearest to us began clicking.  Out of another speaker came the woman's voice.  It said "2.236" - the square root of 5!

1999-09-08 -- The Interview

I had a weird dream last night.  I'm not sure about the order of things.  I was on the road in front of the Watergate and John P jogged by.  I noticed that it had snowed and I was trying to walk on the trampled areas to try to stay as dry as possible.  I was late for my interview at Ab Initio.  It was in Georgetown.  I got to the Virginia Avenue intersection and noticed that where the snow had melted and been trampled, it had mixed with the dirt and there was reddish brown muddy snow everywhere.  Now I was trying to avoid the mud more than the snow.  It was blood red.  I was wearing light gray slacks and I think they were too short!  Anyway, I then found myself in a stairwell with Tim R and Mike F headed up to our interview.  The stairs were sort of cage-like with metal fencing around it.  We were then in this guy's office.  He was slightly heavy and Korean.  Tim and Mike were having a good conversation with him about computing and cryptography.  I felt nervous and stupid. Then Tim or Mike said something about "those Korean variables."  I thought he might be offended, but instead he chuckled and said "you're so right, how did you know about them?" I felt even stupider.  Then somebody came and told us we were now going for our real interviews.  We were back in the stairwell and headed back down.  After making one more turn on a landing, there were no more stairs.  Instead, there were all of these metal drawer handles bolted to a metal mesh wall. It was like a climbing wall mounted on a tight chain-link fence. Anyway, we had to climb along vertically to get over to where we were going to be interviewed. As I struggled along, I watched as Tim and Mike swung like gibbons out of sight, laughing.  I found myself hanging by one handle with nothing in easy reach.  I started building up some swinging momentum in the hopes of reaching a nearby hook or handle.  I finally was able to grab a bar but now my arms were stretched out on both sides.  I tried to use my position to swing back past the original handle on to another.  My grip was slipping and as I started to fall 30 feet to the floor, I woke with a start.