Ahh... the warm, lazy days of summer. It's a beautiful weekend here at the Geek household -- warm, clear, sunny. It's a perfect kind of weekend to kick back with a half gallon jug of Odwalla Summertime Lime. I like to call this stuff "the fruit juice equivalent of crack", not that I know much about crack cocaine mind you. I can drink most of a jug without even thinking about it. It's a shame that it's not very nutritious; lime juice, water, and evaporated sugar cane juice can only provide so much beyond calories.
I'm going through one of my dreamful periods again; I think that the lack of 5:30am wakeup call is restoring some balance to sleep schedule. Anyway... I had two dreams this morning. The first was this very colorful dream in which I was in grad school once more. I was trying to track down a hapless undergraduate who was trying to steal an oscilloscope out of an engineering lab that I needed to use. That the oscilloscope looked suspiciously like the tape deck I ordered off of e-Bay earlier this week... is that a coincidence? I think not.
After that, I had a very short, very odd dream... which is what I really want to write about. I lay awake for a few minutes after the first dream, rolling around and finding a comfortable position. When I closed my eyes, I suddenly found myself looking at what I can only describe as a montage of smoky "cartoon silouhettes" -- as if I was seeing groups of moving black and white cutouts taken from classic MGM, Disney, and Warner Bros. cartoons of the 1940's and 50's. It had a rather Fantasia-like quality. There was no sound, and I couldn't distinctly recognize any of the shapes as characters like Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, or Droopy, but the style was very similar. I recall thinking "wow... this is weird" and soon opened my eyes again.
I suppose the dream was odd because I usually dream in color. It also could be because it seemed like I had just closed my eyes and did not recall falling asleep. At the same time, some part of my brain did seem to be very awake and aware of the situation. The dream itself had no meaning... or seemed to have no meaning. It had a rather prescient quality; as if I was able to close my eyes and pick out shapes of the smokey swirls that played before my eyes. The variety and artistic appeal of those swirls was very interesting.
said drgeek
on 2005-07-03 at 10:43 a.m.
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