Dream fragments this morning

1 Meg and I are sitting in my room talking. It's dark and rainy outside. Suddenly we start to hear the ominous pounding outside that is clearly the sound of a T-rex from Juarassic Park. Meg keeps lifting the blinds and peering outside excitedly. I remembered that the T-rex in the movie could only see movement, so I keep begging her to hold still, but she won't. She keeps saying, "yeah, yeah. I know, i know" but keeps moving! Her back is to the window as she says this, so she desn't see what I see. As she continues to nod, the T-rex rears back it's massive head to smash through the window and eat her. I grab her arm and take off running down a long corridor as the room is torn to pieces....

2 It's the past. About six years ago. I'm on a date with an ex-girlfriend, Tifin. Her and I go back to a friend's house. The house belongs to a friend I haven't seen since early high school. Nick Colon. Anyway, while we're there, Meg shows up. Suddenly, it's no longer the past. It is the present again... and I engaged to Meg, and on a date with Tifin?!?! Tifin is in the bathroom while Meg is there, so they never see each other. Meg leaves, and Tifin comes back out. I confess to her that I am with somebody else, and Tifin starts to get that uncomfortable, hurt attitude that is to be expected. But then I say something like "But, it's okay, we have this open... thing. We can do whatever we want." This seems to confuse her. She cant seem to decide if that is weird or not. Still unsure what to think, she asks "really?", I burst into another confession, but this time with wracking sobs. "No, it's a lie, it's not true. It would be cheating! I'm a bastard! I'm no good!" etc etc.

3 I am at the San Diego Comic Convention. I am about to watch a screening of a film that is apparently none-to-popular, as there are all of ten people in the room to watch. The guy in front of me looks familiar. I ask him his name. He replies "I'm HARVEY CORMAN." I proceed to gush about how big a fan I am "How could a young lad like you, be a fan of mine? I haven't worked in years." I tell him how my Dad was a big MEL BROOKS fan and showed me all his movies when I was a kid.

4 Meg says at some point in my sleep I said out loud "I have all of those, but I don't think it will do any good."

Any amateur interpretations, kids? Have at it.

"The world owes us nothing, and we owe each other the world."

-Ani DiFranco-

I just watched YOU GOT SERVED.
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Some of you may recall a little animated television show called THE CRITIC starring the voice of JON LOVITZ as Jay Sherman. Jay invariably hated every movie he saw and would cry:

IT STINKS!

I think I'm going to leave that as my review for this gem of a film. Other than that, all I will say is the dancing scenes were amazing, and if you ever happen to have the oppotunity to watch it, the inventor of the fast forward button will be your best friend.

Dancing sequences:

5 out of 5 poops

Movie overall:

Unquantifiable (the poop scale doesn't actually go low enough)

I hate being sick more than anything on this earth. Hate. Hate. Hate it.

I suppose this all lines up with what the Greeks used to preach, eh? You know, that stuff with the gloating about how great things are in the face of the gods and all that.

Joey: YAY! Life is great! My money situation is looking up and my fiancee and I just took a huge, fun, new step. Hooray for me! I rule!

Zeus: Sure, sure, but where are my sacrifical oxen?

Joey: Nothin' doin, Z! I don't need you anymore.

Zeus: Really now? ... Okay then. I just farted in your mouth. How's that taste, b*tch?

Holy crap, my friends, this last week was the week of weeks for me. SO much good stuff went down... let's see if i can remember it all.

First, I ordered and received my materials for my personal training certification. I asked Meg if she could help me out financially while I took a leave of absence from my crappy dayjob to study up for the test. She said yes, but that things would be tight.

Hehe. Things got a lot less tight.

Shortly after that my Dad found a savings bond that he had bought in my name about a week before I was born. It matured YEARS ago at $200. When I presented it to the bank guy he said it might have accrued some interest. It sure did. Just a little. The guy cashed it out for me at

$538.66

"HOLY CRAP!" I actually said that out loud at the bank. It got a good laugh from all.

Later that day at Target the flower pots I was buying rang up wrong and saved me almost $20, because the clerk didn't care. And they also took back a return that I had wthout a receipt. My mom said she bought it on sale, but since the sale was over, and I had no receipt, I got full price for it!

Then, at rehearsal for the show I'm sound designing I was introduced to the choreographer. As soon as she heard what I do, she offered me her business card and a job designing for her dance studio. She asked about my fee and I explained that "I start at $400 and depending how simple or complex the show, I go up or down from there." She responded with a smile, and said "nothing we do is ever simple."

My internal monologue instantly said "Holy crap, she just said that I will be making more than $400 with her shows. SWEET!"

The next day I would find out that this choreographer is also Alice Cooper's wife, and that it's more than likely that I will be meeting him. HOLY CRAP!

Then, on the weekend I met one of this theatre's former sound designers who informed me he was clearing $700 per show for them a couple years ago. I was furious, but instead of letting that show, I just went to my boss and asked for $600 per show for the next few shows.

HE SAID YES!

And to top off this WONDERFUL WEEK, Meg and I had a friend stay over the other night. I will not go in to detail, seeing as how my aunt and my mother read this, but I think you all get the idea.

I am just walking on sunshine. It's about FRIGGIN' time! :-)

Today I begin an exciting new journey. Today I am going to tell my boss that I need a leave of absence. When I am finished with this post I am going to order the study materials for my personal training certification.

Sweet.

The reason I am going to ask for a leave, rather than outright quit is this way I have an out. I mean, I definitely need the time off right now to focus on the play and on studying for this test, and I can afford it for a while, but if after the play I find that I am having a cash flow problem I can go back for a little while. If not, well, then I will notify them that my leave has become permanent.

Hopefully I can have my certification and my new dayjob will be up and rolling by the time my birthday rolls around. Wish me luck.

I have a roommate named Brian.

Brian is one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Brian sometimes talks in his sleep. Sometimes talks A LOT in his sleep.

This morning as I was getting ready to leave the house for rehearsal I happened to be walking past his bedroom door when he shouted something strange.

Brian: Holy s**t! Holy s**t!

Joey: (knocking) Brian? You okay?

Brian: Did I type nine minute piss on the... torturing device? (long pause, wherein I am dumbfounded) Does that make sense?

Joey: No.

Brian: (long pause, a big sigh) I'm probably freaking out about nothing.

And that was all.

This is not the best story though, only the most recent. The best story happened in high school. Brian, Nick and I were all up late at Nick's house talking until about three or four in the morning. Brian nodded off on Nick's bed, but Nick and I continued to chat on the floor.

One of us was in the middle of a sentence when Brian sat bolt upright and began looking around the room with an intense confusion. Nick and I were speechless. Had we interrupted his slumber? Was he going to be a grouch and tell us to shut up? He did neither.

What he did do was look back and forth from Nick and I about four times and then as if to end a lengthy debate, he uttered two simple words:

F**k it.

And then he went back to sleep. The next morning he had no recollection of the event at all. Much like today.

I imagine that their is some way I could capitalize on this. Some way I could use this quirk to my advantage. Like some kind of sideshow thing or something. Sell tickets to Brian's bedroom. Hmmm....

Although, scheduling that would be a nightmare seeing as how his sleep habits are about as predictable as lightning strikes.

As he opened the familiar door e can see that the shaft of light stabbing its way into the room is a foreign thing for this room. At least lately.

he could see a thin layer of dust all over each and every book. He imagined there might even be such a layer on each and every page of each and every book.

One book caught at the corner of his eye. Before he even turned to it, he knew exactly what it was. It's pea-soup green cover easily held more dust than any other one place in the room. The MegaMan-esque robot staring at him tugged at a place somewhere between his heart and his stomach.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he began to restore the room to its former state of repair.

How could he have been away for so long, he wondered.

Whatever the case, he was home.