Hopefully I am not subconsciously in love with Sean
June 26th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; 3 comments
I forget most of the dream except:
I was making out with Sean Fraga and some people were approaching and it became really important to me that they see us kissing although I was aware that I looked bad. Also I realized my prediction of Sean kissing girls by senior year had been fulfilled.
The evil empire
June 23rd, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; no comments
Someone is testing Mac OS X on an Intel-based machine and needs to show it to me. He or she hands me an old IBM ThinkPad that seems to be running Tiger speedily and without trouble.
I go to the Rotary Auction to help out in computers and need a system to do some testing on. The ThinkPad is the only box handy, so I take it. It’s only at that point that I realize the implications of the system: I have a binary of OS X without any protections against booting on non-Apple hardware. I further realize that it would be trivial to make a cleaned-up disk image of the ThinkPad’s boot volume and do whatever I please with the software.
This, of course, is where the moral dilemma begins.
Sociology
June 22nd, 2005 by Anna Scott; 2 comments
Joel said “I’m so tired of your neck.”
Kris Skotheim said “I just don’t think I can pass calculus.”
Katie Morton and Lara Dorsett set up apartments at school.
I watched a crowd of termites and they were eating each other.
Lizzie Dameron opened an enormous ruffly umbrella into several peoples’ faces.
Gabe Gerard asked if he could have it.
Tim Spenser stuck his hand into a drawer full of photo chemicals.
I screamed when somebody saw me naked and then said “Oh sorry, it’s just a cultural reflex.”
Magaly McLaughlin really liked me for no reason
and Creepmaster James looked down his nose at me.
Synchronicity
June 21st, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; no comments
I am sort of late to Spanish class, which is in Mrs. Hume’s room and taught by Mrs. Koch. Because of this, most of the seats are taken and I need to take one that’s near the front and away from everyone else. We begin watching a movie that is either in English or with no speaking at all.
It depicts two people, a woman and a man, and an alien on a strange planet done in very poor 3D rendering. The three are floating around inside bubbles that are just big enough for them to fit in. Somehow, the man sort of floats away and we, the viewers, get the impression that the woman is running out of oxygen in her bubble. Using hand gestures, she is able to coax over the alien. They collide and join their bubbles, and air rushes into her bubble. She can breathe again.
At precisely this moment, air seems to rush into the classroom, and I realize how little air was in it before. I leap out of my desk and ask Paul Brinkley if he has noticed the same thing. He has, but is amused at my surprise.
In the movie, the two float into a strange alien mansion — also poorly rendered. Time passes. We see the woman and the alien seated at a table with three pseudo-alien children.
I leave Spanish class. Walking through a strange lounge area, I find Riley. Ariana is also here, and veganism somehow becomes an issue. We talk for a while, and then, somehow, it is decided that a large group of my friends will bicycle to a small store just above the ferry terminal. For some reason, I will not go.
Meanwhile, I go to Patrick Stewart’s house with a group of friends that includes Ariadne. Ariadne’s photography (she actually doesn’t do any photography) is everywhere in the house for some reason. I begin to wonder about the photography that I entered in the spring arts show at the school that I have not picked up yet. For some reason, Sheila Broach refused to give it to a friend who wanted to pick it up for me, and now school is out and I don’t know where it is. (This is partially true. I did enter photographs in the spring art show and I have not picked them up. School is out, and do not know how to recover the photographs. In addition, one of the photographs is a long-exposure of Ariadne.)
Somewhere in this succession, I forget that I am single. I think that I am dating, at various points, either one of the Aris and I get the horrible feeling that I owe them something and am obligated to do something I would honestly rather not. I realize that I am, in fact, single (true) and feel immense relief and freedom.
Vegan Anxiety: Crackers / Joplin Germs
June 21st, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
Ari Weinberg had had a VW Jetta since September and was jangling the keys around although she couldn’t drive it because she didn’t have a license. I was really out of the loop for not knowing she had it.
I was at Amelia Burns’ house, but nothing she had to eat was vegan. There were crackers with some kind of coating on them which looked the closest, but the box, which didn’t just have ingredients but the whole recipe, said they contained 30 cups of cheese. Amelia said something about a special treat and offered me a tupperware with garbanzo beans and a liquid that seemed to have come from them to drink. I said something about it looking like brains which was interpreted as Mars.
This shifted the dream to a red-tinted picture of some of my friends that I knew I had seen before (but probably hadn’t) that looked as though it might have been taken on Mars. I was observing this picture from the floor of a large room with Rebecca Sivitz on my left, but she switched to my right because she was expecting someone male and wanted him to sit by her. I felt kind of out of place and Nissa was somehow involved.
I was in a large building that might have been Theora’s, observing cars that had recently been decorated for a trip to Mexico a group of people that I was not in were about to take. Someone was chastising Theora because her car just had a bunch of bumper stickers and wasn’t very artistic. She said that’s what made her think of Mexico.
Someone was reciting something that I used to know which was definitely just a children’s rhyme because it ended in “Coca Cola” and claiming it to be some sort of ancient Mexican chant. I couldn’t remember it very well which was annoying.
Some mix-ups happened with airports on the way to Mexico and I found myself back in the Seatac airport. There were big signs with three dimensional letters above all the shops and stands labeling their type of product, and many of them said “Gay” which was cool because it meant there was a lot of gay media in the airport. I attributed it to it being a Seattle airport.
There was some shitty quiet muzak playing from a Sharper Image-like store (the airport was by this time more like an upscale mall) on an upper level. I wanted to make it stop so me and my mother went in. We found an old amazing grand piano which had fold out keys that swung free of the rest of it. We had just seen another piano like this. The label said it had been played by Joplin. I hummed some of the Maple Leaf Rag and it sounded so good I decided to play it. I started to play the rag on the amazing piano but every time my hand bumped against a part of it that was slightly out of line, I got a huge thrill and it made it really hard to play. I had a lot of trouble starting the piece through my excitement but eventually got into it. I woke up in the middle and finished it in my head before getting out of bed.
Last Day of School
June 20th, 2005 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I am in a van with Chris (Ferguson), Cosmo (Smith), and Henry (Atkinson), traveling down a long country road. I am on my bicycle traveling the same country road, but there is a bay just north of the road. I am lost. I am leaving home and I am choosing the few items that I can take with me – no, I am leaving Modern World History and I am taking with me my clothes, shoes, memorobelia, but I leave behind ill fitting clothing and sparkley toys (that I don’t want anymore). It is 7:49. Sam Hobbes walks into the room and I say, “Hi”. He says something back to me. My room is in Mr. Zarling’s room. I wonder what I was thinking on the first day of school when I brought my dresser and bookshelf to class. I remember that I use it when I need to change clothes at school. Nobody else has to worry about their dressers, though. Weird.
By the way, I realize suddenly that the old country road that I was riding my bicycle on at the begining is Lemolo road in Poulsbo, which Cynthia and I just rode home on last weekend. I do not think of it as a particularly memorable road. It’s also hard to get lost on.
Juicy Compartments
June 16th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was doing Peter Pan only Peter was being played by Jake Santelli who was a porpoise. I needed to feed him the very smallest juicy compartments within a grapefruit segment, which I was retrieving with a special machine. They were much bigger and more solid than they really are. Because I was pressed for time, I was trying to teach Jake how to feed them to himself, but he was protesting because he lacked opposable thumbs. I demonstrated eating a handful of juicy compartments without the use of a thumb, by placing them on my hand and slurping them off. He tried to imitate this kind of unwillingly and ended up just spilling them on himself. I gave up on him learning and fed him the rest of the pieces manually.
Sean needs help
June 15th, 2005 by Adrian Sampson; no comments
(It is worth noting that I had this dream at this year’s national debate tournament in a hotel room bed about two feet from Sean Fraga. In the day the preceded this dream, I attempted to help him with his disc drive and also attempted to help Rebecca print some extemp articles. Also, since upgrading to Tiger, Sean has had some trouble communicating with his printer.)
I am asleep at home and all sorts of people, including relatives, friends, and strangers, begin to show up. I am obligated to get out of bed and act friendly and even familiar with these people, regardless of my familiarity with them. Soon, I find myself outside, milling about in this crowd.
Sean shows up in a panic. He needs to print something. I volunteer to let him use one of our printers, and suggest that he use the wireless network because I’m in the process of reconfiguring the wired one (not true). I invite him inside so I can look at his computer.
As I walk inside, I see Gary (who lives in our apartment) wandering around in socks and underwear. I shoo him into another room because we have company and that’s sort of indecent. For the rest of the dream, I feel bad for shooing him. He later reemerges fully clothed in order to tell jokes to the guests.
Sean seems to be missing a good portion of his printer drivers. The only way to remedy this, in my mind, is to copy them from my computer, which is upstairs. I set off, carrying Sean’s computer, to where mine is.
Along the way, I need to push myself through an enormous audience for some sort of debate speaker, perhaps for an awards ceremony. The speaker is talking about the implication of the technical aspects of parliamentary debate. She announces that the gory details of what she’s analyzing are available in a pamphlet. Soon, I walk by an enormous rack of pamphlets related to debate, including the one mentioned by the speaker. I am distracted for a few moments by the speech.
After I finally make it through the ceremony/speech, I need to swim down a river for a while. This is okay, because I’m an expert swimmer (I am actually a rather average swimmer).
On the other end of the river, I finally climb the stairs to my room and pick up my computer. I spend some time looking for something (I can’t remember what). I then head back down the stairs.
Instead of the river, there is now a long stretch of road. Along this road, I find Matt Wohlford and some of his friends, whom I do not recognize. We get to talking about something, but soon, he or one of his friends pinches me on the butt. They explain: they have a new game in which one tries to pinch everyone else on the butt as many times as possible. I do not appreciate this and have to spend the rest of the walk down the road glancing furtively behind me.
I reach the debate conference/something and am distracted again. I feel very bad because I know that Sean is waiting for me. I can see him just on the other side of the debate crowd. Eventually, I overcome my distraction and make it to him, only to realize that I have now forgotten his computer upstairs. I set off again to go retrieve it.
Additionally, somewhere in here, I am at a theater where I have brought twelve people to see _Serenity_. I realize only after I enter the theater that I only have six tickets to _Serenity_ (true). I consider for a while how I will ask six of my companions to leave, but then realize that, because they didn’t check tickets on the way in, they probably just assume that we have them and won’t be coming around.
Some okay death
June 14th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was on the very top level of a boat somewhere near Ometepe. On top were two very old dying people. There was a sign in Spanish.
I was on Ometepe reuniting with my family. I hugged and kissed my sister Gisel and my mom. My actual parents were there as well and had been there before me, but my dad was sick and being a burden. My family didn’t seem 100% glad to see me but I knew they were. I was most happy to see Gisel even though we weren’t all that close just because she is such a unique person and I wanted to have another look at her and introduce her to my parents. Val also happened to be visiting and I was really excited to see her and she asked me questions about a book.
(I just kind of remembered a dream I probably had before leaving for Ometepe.)
I was there in an underground room which was really turquoise and I felt like I could go back and forth between there and here really easily.
Hanging out with Spiderman
June 14th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
(I fell asleep a bunch of times after school today when trying to read some psychology. Every time I woke up I thought it was morning so it was like a lot of days passed really quickly. This made for lots of weird phone conversations because it was the phone that kept waking me up. I only remembered fragments of one dream.)
I was across the street from my house hanging out with Spiderman. His suit was made of a fabric I’ve never seen before that was shiny and silvery and textured and if you looked at it long enough and believed hard enough it would turn into oxygen. This was important for the future of space travel. Also you could get oxygen by sucking a pipe. The fabric was sort of cheesy in the dream and only after I woke up was I impressed with it. I have the feeling that Superman was also there.