So last night I had another one of those dreams where I jump out a window.

I was at the house I grew up in, back on Austin st, in my parents old room on the second floor. I was there with my sister, and we were talking about something I can’t remember now. I had to find this person, and I knew where she was, and how to get there. So I opened the window, and took out the screen.  My thinking was that I would fly to where I had to go. I put the screen down inside, put my left foot on the window ledge, one hand one each side of the window and . . .

Stepped out of the window and flew up. 

But the dream isn’t about the flying as much as it is about the knowledge that I can do it, that I can stepped out the window or jump off the edge of a building or run off a cliff and fly.  I have no fear whatsoever of falling, no fear of failing at what I’m about to set out to do. I just know I can do it. These types of dreams usually don’t entail that much flying, sometimes they end like last night’s dream, after I stepped out the window and started to fly up, I changed locations in my dream, it rotated on an axis and instead of searching, I had found.

So I had this odd dream, again. I have a lot of odd dreams every night, but for some reason this stuck with me; of course now only 5 minutes after I wake up, I can only remember bits and pieces:

I’m at some house, which turns out to be an apartment I’m now living at. There are people in there with me, and not all of them are friendly. I look outside and I have this feeling that we are being attacked. Behind me is a tall cliff face that stretches for as far as I can see. The sky is dark, almost a darkish purplish color that borders on black. The cliffs are being attacked by lighting, and every time they are I can see the face of Einstein. I get the impression that he is in the cliffs and being attacked, and he will die if I allow that attack to continue, and that I am the only one that has a chance of stopping it. I fly up to the cliff face, to a large patch of lighting: it had been coming in waves, but now it is just pounding away at this one section of the cliff face, and Einstein’s face, which is like a projection of his face, I don’t know if it is him, or someone else, is crying out. I fly into the lighting, thinking I can stop it by aborsbing its power. The next thing I know it is the future and I’m looking down at these two cute girls. One of the girls thanks the other girl for saving her so many years ago, that is she hadn’t saved her, she would’ve died. I get the feeling that these two girls are the ones that were the face of Einstein and the girl that flew up into the lighting, and I’m watching them, looking out at window down onto them. The Einstein girl is standing behing the other girl, holding her, and they kiss. I have the feeling that they are a couple, and they love each other very much. 

A bit odd, almost like a movie with so many plot holes. . .I just had to write it down, lest is slip from my memory forever.

So on Monday I walk in to work to find an email sent on Saturday from the Manufacturing Manager that says they did some routine maintenance on one of the machines I’m the engineering support for and then they went to start it, they couldn’t. It kept giving them an error message they couldn’t fix. So my Monday was working on that with another engineer. We got it to start, but weren’t too sure of what the real root cause was, or if we had actually done anything to fix it.

Then on Tuesday when they wanted to use it, they had issues again. Oh, it was started, but they couldn’t get one of the functions to operate. We got it going again, and in the process found the root cause to both our first issue and the second issue. And fixed both. Pretty nice. Even if I was banging my head against the wall on Monday morning.

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I had a strange dream last night, or actually this morning: in between getting up at 4am to use the bathroom and my 6am wake up time:

My mom was driving a minivan and I was in the middle set of seats. No one else was in the van. It was daylight out and we were going along this two lane road. Then this corvette with this pissed off looking guy starts chasing us. I don’t feel scared, just irritated at him for giving us shit. Mom doesn’t really try any manouvers to lose him or anything. . .I remember looking behind us and watching him go into the break down lane to get around a slow car to get right behind us. He was yelling and waving his fist at us. But he would just follow us, nothing more. My irritation at him grew, I just wanted Mom to “lose him”, but either she couldn’t or wouldn’t. 

Then I woke up to the alarm.  Like I said, strange.

Goodness my. The past couple of days have made me think it is March. From temperatures in the upper fifties, to thunderstorms, to motorcycles out on the roads it just seems like the start of spring already.

Yet bits of the past month’s snowstorms still hang around the in the parking lot of the mall. A not so pretty reminder that yes, it is winter and it could snow again sometime soon. But yet it was warm enough out for me to leave the window open during two nights this week.

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I had another odd dream this past week:

I was on a mountain top science station, standing outside on the edge of the Earth. I would look up to the station on my right with the edge of the world on my left, and I would see two guys trying to raise a radio signal tower.  My point of view would randomly change from me looking up at them attempting to raise the metal pieces that resembled the Eiffel tower and seeing them crash down around them to looking down on them from above, and trying to help pull the pieces of the tower up. I would turn to my left and see the edge of the world: but all I could see was clouds below and a pale blue sky above me. I had this feeling that we were it, we were the last of the world, and there was nothing down there but clouds. We managed to get the radio tower up, and before we could broadcast, I woke up.

That they haunt you the rest of the day? Though ‘haunt’ give the false sense that they were nightmares. . .Far from it. But yet the dream was so real, that it lingers, yes that is better, it lingered with me for the day. Making me look over my shoulder, or into space for a few minutes lost in a memory that never happened.

I used to have deja vu so bad that my tummy would get upset. I was c onvinced that I was relieving a future memory. This is how the dream was to me today,  minus the upset tummy, but with a sense of sadness instead.

I prefer the upset tummy.

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I’m prolly the only one in Massachusetts not watching the world series tonight. Not that I don’t care, I hope the Sox win.  But watching baseball on teevee is about as boring as shopping for nursing uniforms with my mom. Gah!

Now watching baseball, like hockey, is much better in person – with the spirit of the crowd, and the smell of it all, the energy that you get from being at the game. But on television? Forget about it. Dull as heck to me.

I watched the highlights of game 7 of the ALCS and my eyes started to glaze over: show me the runs coming in, a good play or two, but dang, watching some man with a pot belly trying to run the bases in what appeared to be super slow motion? Get a move on it! Seesh. Almost as painful as watching Bledsoe stand in the pocket until he either took the sack or threw an interception. . .

::sigh::

So I’ll check the score every hour or two, and oh – 3 to 0, whoa, now 4 to 1. . .that is about as much as I need to know.

I had a dream the other night (yeah, don’t we all). . .that I had some implants.

Not those kind of implants, I don’t have any need of those – the girls are large enough as they are. But some stainless steel balls, about 1/4″ to a 1/2″ in diameter, implanted under the skin of my arm. A subdermal implant. I could feel them under my skin, and somehow I could take them out, put them back in and move them around under my skin. It gave an extra feeling to my arm and then I put them in my calf too. It would be cool to get such an implant, but I don’t know if I would get “just” stainless steel balls. They made all kinds of different looking things for subdermal implants, I don’t know what I would get. . .or for that matter where I would get it. Not only where on my body, but where here.

I’d like to get another tattoo too, but the question comes up: what to get? So I’ll wait and think it over. . .maybe a picture of my motorcycle? Heh.

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I saw the  Simpsons movie. Twice so far. Once on opening weekend and once yesterday. The Spider Pig gag makes me giggle just thinking about it. Funny stuff. Overall the movie felt like a very long episode from season 7 or 8. Some really funny stuff. A few things that they couldn’t get away with on teevee. I tell you want the moments are, but I don’t want to ruin for you. And the animation was great. Sure they used the 2D stuff that the show is known for, but they also used some 3D models that we commonly see on Futurama. And the backgrounds were gorgeous.

There were a few things that had me scratching my head: like why they used Arnold for the president instead of Rainier Wolfcastle? Or that Bart would have anything to do with Flanders? But those are just minor quibbles. This movie is well worth the $10 to see it in the big screen.

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Figures my body is still on vacation time: sleeping in to 8am, staying up past 11pm. Not so bad on the weekend, but on the weekday the little alarm clock has something to say about it. Sometimes on the weekend the kitty has something to say about it too, but kitty can be ignored, the alarm clock can’t.

Thankfully for me I’m going on one of those windjammer cruises next weekend. Should be fun: just off the coast of Maine on a sailboat. Then at the end of August I get to go see Lewis Black.  That man is a laugh riot. Should be a good time.

Well, aren’t most dreams odd? Most of mine are like little mini movies with some plot, but more of a Michael Bay movie, that has so many plot holes it hurts to think about them so you just go with the flow.  This one was no different.

I was waiting for a ride, waiting for my sister to give me a ride. I was to die the day after and she had to drive me to my dying place, to death. I wasn’t really scared, just a bit excited (something new!) and at the same time sad (leaving behind all I knew). My sister seemed excited for me, she was very animated, talking with her hands while she drove! 

I remember passing the bowling alley, and turning down School St. 

The next thing I knew, I woke up on a pebbled beach. Lying on my belly, I turned my head to my right and looked up. I could sense I was in trouble, that some . . .barbarians? were going to hurt us. Then I realized I was covered in corn. I grew scared that the barbarians would eat the corn and then us, so I put my head back down and played dead. But then I noticed that the corn was a variety that the barbarians hated and they wouldn’t eat us.

I felt relieved.  So I looked up again, at the beach with its dark pebbles and the mountains that went up up up to the clouds. On the beach were these odd bee human hybrids walking around. I didn’t sense any danger from them, they were harmless so I sat up. 

And then I woke up. . .what an odd dream. Corn? What the fuck? Covered in corn? That made no sense whatsoever. But during the dream it made perfect sense. The pebbled beach was gorgeous, but not a beach I ever remember seeing before. It kinda looked like the beach at Positanto  in an odd sort of way and without the town. . .The bee human hybrids kind of reminded me of the Cygnoids of Futurama. But tall and thin. . .and not so Italian sounding. . .

But corn? What the heck?

Right now I’m listening to the sound of rain. I love going to sleep by the sound of rain, one of the few white noises I don’t mind while I try to drift off.

Looking out my window the other night the forest that is right outside looked like a dreamscape of its own:

Just blurry enough not to see detail, but detailed enough to know what it is – that inbetween land of dreams. Listening to the rain made me think of this picture and of sleeping.

Is it Friday night yet? I’ve been feeling beat all this week. . .having to have a coffee (or mountain dew) at 2nd break is something I never do as the caffeine usually will keep me up tossing and turning not being able to get to sleep. Not this week. I still sleep better then a baby, falling to sleep withing minutes of lying down.

The other night when I came home from SPACE I went to bed and I had that feeling of almost going to sleep, but not quite there. . .a feeling of. . .not falling, but knowing that in about 2 seconds I’ll be unconscious and not able to remember any of it. . .A feeling that I didn’t want to fall asleep ’cause I might not wake up, but then I turned it around and said, I know I’ll be dreaming, I know I’m dreaming, so if I’m going to dream, let me fly. . .and then I was lucid dreaming that I was flying..

Then I would think, but I don’t want to go to sleep ’cause I might not wake up and I awoke myself. It was a bit odd. . .then I would have that sinking into the dream sleep again, and I would repeat my mantra about flying and I would be flying, but yet I could hear the rain outside and the slight movement of the blinds and the wind pushing them around. . .and I would wake myself up . . .even though I was having fun flying. . .

Like I said, it was an odd feeling. To be at once opposed to falling asleep (I might die and not wake up!) to the thought that I can do anything, including fly, in my dream so why not try to get some enjoyment out of it? Kinda like my id (run!) vs my ego (lets think this out). And while I thought I had control of my thoughts, it was almost like I was dreaming the whole repeating cycle, it seemed dreamlike in itself.

And when I awoke on Monday morning from that odd dream / awake cycle, which only lasted a couple minutes before I totally went into a deep sleep, I still felt well rested. While I woke up at 7am, I rolled over and went back to sleep just ’cause I could. And I didn’t wake up until about 8am. . .

I’ve had some interesting dreams this week even while I’ve been having caffeine past noon, but I can’t remember as much of them as I usually do. Hopefully this weekend I’ll get enough rest so I don’t need caffiene during 2nd break to stay focused and then I can start remembering my dreams again. . .

I had a dream of motorcycles last night.  Nothing too amazing in itself, but it reminded me of a dream I had before I learned how to ride a motorcycle.

While in the Army back in 1991 I had my first motorcycle ride. A friend had his sport bike, and asked if I wanted a ride. Always up for a new experience I said sure. He handed me a spare helmet and luckily it fit. Before he started up the bike he said just hold on to me. Sure thing.

I hopped on behind him and held on as I didn’t think there was much room on the small back seat (was it even  a seat?) as we headed off post and down the 4 lane road. We went drove about 5 minutes and turned around and came back. Just a straight shot up and back. Still it was fun and wet my  appetite for more.

It would be another 7 years or so until I got on a bike again.  This time it was when my dad rode his Honda Shadow halfway across the country to see me. We rode around on it everywhere. It was tons of fun. ‘Specially going up into the Rocky Mountains on it. He showed me the basic how to of riding – the basics of shifting and just let me sit on it. No riding it myself.

But that was enough.

A couple years later I had a dream that was so vivid. . .I was riding a motorcycle, I can’t remember what kind now, but I remember I was shifting it like my dad had told me: hold the left clutch handle in and press down for one on the left pedal while not giving the throttle anything. Shift again my holding the clutch handle in and using your toe to push the pedal up.

So a couple years back when I “learned” how to ride – the dream came rushing back to me and riding the motorcycle was like second nature.

Last night’s dream reminded me spring is coming: I was at a Kawa dealership and looking at bikes with my sister. We looked a dirt bike which looked really nice. And then another dirt bike which my sister liked. Then I saw it: a Ninja. It was the most beautiful bike ever. I sat on it and fell in love. It felt like I was flying when I was on it. I had to buy it.

Then I woke up.

I have been to the Motorcycle show that is held in the Javits center in January. And I have sat on a Ninja. I had to try it out. The bike does look nice. . .but it is a sport bike. I’m more of a cruiser style girl. . .even though my current bike, a 1978 KZ400 Kawa is a mix between sport and cruiser:

 Still, the Ninja was nice. . .I just get a bit timid when I think of how fast I could go on a Ninja. The KZ400 only goes 65 on the highway heading down a hill and even then she is howling at high RPMs. . .but I still love my little KZ400. A project of love from my dad, she gets me back and forth to work. . the long way.