Another night of odd dreams! Once again they involved amusement parks and my ass. This time I was at what I guess was a resort, but seemed more like a high school converted into a resort if you ask me. Near the place were two huge amusement parks, though nobody seemed to be able to tell me how to get there or what their names were. I could see them, but I couldn’t get there. At some point during this trip I went to the gym to work out. Something happened with my locker, it was broken into or something. I was very upset as my ipod was stolen. I was more embarrassed than upset, because apparently my ipod had nothing on it but porn. To make matters worse I was stuck in a towel only and had to run back to my room like this!

What else has been going on? Well we’ve been trying to stay warm. It’s going down to 10 tonight, that’s not with the windchill. Tomorrow I think it is supposed to hit 7 or 6. Brrrrr! I’m calling the doctor in the morning to make an appointment about my eye, which I’m sure will result in me being sent to an actual eye doctor. I have to get stuff to my adviser for school this week. I had hoped to go in and meet with him, but I have no idea what will happen with the doctor so emailing him stuff will have to do until I can see him, probably next week. I won’t lie, I hate making the trek into school nowadays when I don’t have to!

I’m going to make a Nintendo Wiiiiii! post soon. It seems more and more of you all, as well as blogs I read, are getting them. We need to trade Wii numbers so our little Miis can visit each other while we sleep. Who knows what mischief they’ll get themselves into.

Last night we watched this movie “The Gathering.” It just came out at Blockbuster, but is in reality several years old. It stars Christina Ricci as an American backpacker in England. She ends up being hit by a car, gets amnesia and is taken in by the family who accidentally hit her. She begins having weird premonitions of the towns people dying and tries to solve the mystery before they all die.

My BF decided that the movie was stupid, though he watched the entire thing. I actually enjoyed it. There are some twists and turns and it has a religious nature to it. It involves the crucifixion, Joseph of Arimethia and a church he built dedicated to . . . . . and there is the twist! Once it is revealed you will quickly figure everything out, but it’s still a good movie.

Dustin

The BF and I went to PF Changs for dinner last night. It was the first time either of us had ever been there. It was gooooood! For our appetizer we got pork dumplings. He had the crispy honey shrimp and I got the spicy chicken. Because we had never been they gave us a free dish, some spicy talapia (sp?) with pineapples. I don’t eat fish but it was gooooood! Unfortunately later that night the BF got cramps. Was it the food? Maybe! This is the second time after eating shellfish he’s gotten sick though. I told him no more. Unfortunately I woke up with a wonderful migraine. Was it the food? Maybe! However one of the big fat cats got into the room and sent me into an allergy fit, making it hard for me to sleep. So that could have been it too. We loved PF Changs, but are a bit afraid to go back.

Last night I had the weirdest dream ever. Well maybe not ever, but in a long time. I was vacationing with my cousins of all people. We were at some beach/amusement park type place, where I don’t know. I remember venturing out and while walking back from the park saw this very old and very out of shape old man wearing a “Borat” style bathing suit. If you don’t know what that is, consider yourself lucky. I couldn’t fathom as to why he’d want to show that much skin. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had no back to my shorts, my butt was hanging out! I had walked around all day like this. I quickly pulled my shirt down as far as I could and scrambled to get back to the room and change. Why had nobody told me my butt was hanging out? I didn’t understand!

Dustin

The BF and I drove home to Va with the dogs. We secured the fence as best as we could where the escape attempt was suspected. I guess I just have to hope for the best.

My mom heads to the bank tomorrow, I so hope that the birth certificate is there. If it is then it’s a three hour drive up to Jersey to get my liscence and a three hour drive back. If it’s not, it’s even MORE driving. It won’t be pretty and I’m not even the one driving.

Meanwhile the past two nights I have had dreams about my grandmother, my last living grandparent. She has Alzheimer’s pretty bad. Last time I saw her she didn’t know who I was. My relatives reminded her, but within fifteen minutes she had forgotten. She sat there and told me various stories about her family, it was sad.

The fact that I’m all of the sudden dreaming about her has me worried. I’m fearing a phone call soon that she’s passed.

Dustin

Uhg! I’m so ready for the weekend to be over. How often do you hear someone say that? The paper has been written, it’s a bit too long. I’ll figure out what to take out tomorrow. Emily is proofing it now for me. I might just look over her comments tonight, do a proof in the morning and print it out. I’m sure I will obsess over it on the entire train ride and all of tomorrow night in my hotel room. Fun!

My train leaves at 11:30, which means I have to head out about 9:30 to make sure I get their in time. It can take an hour to get to Philly’s Amtrak from where I am. I want to make sure I get there ahead of schedule This of course means getting up around 6 or 7am to make sure everything is packed and deal with the paper. Ahhhh! I really hope the hotel has a business center I can print this sucker out on again, I’m sure I’m going to need to do that.

Last night I had sleeping issues because of stress no doubt. I also had some interesting dreams. In one dream I was fighting off “moms” in Target in order to get a Wii. My BF says the fact that I’m dreaming about it is almost as bad as Cartman on South Park. The other dream I can recall was a cruise dream. I was on a cruise and the door to my cabin was coming off the hinges and wouldn’t stay locked. I couldn’t go anywhere until the people came to fix it as my new laptop was in the cabin and I didn’t want it getting stolen.

Weird.

Dustin

I had THE most bizarre dream last night. When I was a kid I would get chronic ear infections that required tubes almost on a yearly basis. Well last night I dreamed as an adult I had to go get tubes put in my ears. Oh and yes, in the dream I had my long hair back. I remember the nurse coming over to sedate me, only instead of giving me an IV or a shot, she stabbed me in the joint area of my arm with a syringe. For some reasons the drug wasn’t making me drowsy, so the next thing I knew I was riding around the hospital on one of those ped-go things. I think that I got the name wrong, but it’s one of those silly contraptions you stand on. It has two wheels down by your feet and a handlebar you hold and “drive” the thing with. The most bizarre part? As I drove the thing around I realized I wasn’t in a hospital, but I believe a Kmart from my childhood.

Dustin

Lately my dreams have been haunted by hair, long hair. For those who have been reading the soap page long enough, you may remember I had really long hair for a long long time. Fortunately I do not think I have any of those photos on this PC, so no I cannot post one at the moment. I just checked, nope they aren’t on here (thank God!)

Honestly I can’t stand looking at the old photos of me, I look so dorky! In my room here in Va is this big ass poster board my friend Kim made up one year. I was interviewed by NBC Soaps In Depth (when there was still an NBC magazine) and they published a photo of me with the interview. Well Kim blew the whole thing up and put it on a poster, which she gave to me after surprising me with it in front of tons of people. Well having to stare at this thing has made me have dreams that I have long hair again. Every now and then I’ll have these dreams, half way through the dream I’ll be like “Hey when did I grow my hair out again?” The said thing is I wake up and it kicks in my hair isn’t long anymore, and I for a second miss it. Then I remember from the dream what having long hair felt like, then I remember the mess of having to comb the knots out, of having to blow dry it if I didn’t want it to curl up.

Every know and then I think it would be fun to have long hair again . . . . . then I see the photos of me and wise up!

Dustin

*Update!*

Wow it sucks what you can find on the net when you look hard enough. These are from an old old old way old page I had on one of those “freebie” webpage accounts. After 30 minutes I remembered the password, was able to log in and delete the incriminating evidence. These are the last traces of it, so enjoy!

Dustin

Last night was a dream for the record books! It was a new twist on one of my usual school related stress dreams. For years these dreams took the form of me learning I had to go back to high school to make up a credit, which also involved me getting sucked back into marching band. More recently they’ve changed and involve me taking classes and it’s the end of the semester. Horrors upon horrors, I learn I was registered for a class and completely forgot about it all semester! Usually it is a class taught by my 9th grade English teacher or my 11th grade history teacher.

Last night was an odd twist on the formula. It was a class taught by my 9th grade English teacher, but I actually attended it. The problem was the teacher was a ditz and lagged behind in where we were supposed to be and also canceled classes left and right. In the syllabus it stated we had to turn in a major research paper at the end of the semester. However it was the end of the semester and the teacher had told us nothing about this paper. When asked if we were still required to do it, she said yes and it was due in two days!

At the same time my dissertation was due as well. I’m not exactly sure what the hell it was on in the dream, it had to do with the Revolutionary War as I kept carrying around a box of artifacts from the war (more on this later). I decided since the English teacher gave us no guidelines on the paper, I would give her a copy of my dissertation! Someone told me that was cheating and planned to report me.

Back to the box of artifacts. I don’t know what my project was about, it did involve these artifacts and setting them up somehow. I don’t know. It also involved working out side, and at the time of the dream it was cold and snowing. I was angry because my gloves no longer fit. Carson Kresley of all people (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) borrowed them and stretched them out.

To make matters worse, I had to work at night and only by the lamp of old oil lanterns. Why? Because the box of artifacts attracted zombies. Yes, I said zombies! I guess they were unable to see and get to me in the dark. (I think the zombies are due to me watching a horror film before bed)

The dream ended with me having to take the box with me to the English class during the day, causing swarms of zombies to chase me. Lets just say I woke up gasping when I was forced to watch a car run over something. I will spare you what the something is, cause it is something cute

Dustin

So yesterday just wasn’t the greatest day. It all went wrong when I woke up around 5:30 am and couldn’t go back to sleep due to stomach pains and issues, something the day before I had wasn’t agreeing with me at all. I was able to get an hours sleep in between 9 and 10am though.

The stomach issues lead to me eating almost nothing all day, which of course made me cranky.

My phone broke, dead dead dead. Not good at all since I was expecting people to call me that evening to arrange meetings and rides and such. Fortunately I borrowed my BFs old ass Nokia and put my sim chip in it. Time to get a new phone! I did that today.

Somehow (cats) some paint cans got knocked over in the basement. Paint everywhere! It’s an unfinished basement, but it was still a fricken mess to clean up.

The ugly ass and poorly constructed Ikea dresser in one of the guest rooms (where all my crap currently is kept) decided to fall apart. The bottom three drawers basically fell into one another. Half of my clothes are of course in them. Time to get new dressers! I’m going to Levitz tomorrow, they are having a going out of business sale. Otherwise it’s a consignment shop. Last resort will be back to Ikea, but after my experience with these (which I didn’t buy by the way), I’d rather not get more Ikea furniture.

Last night I did go to the surprise party. It was at this place called Cavanaughs on Del Ave. The company was great and a lot of fun, the rest of the people there? Not so much fun. It was split between twenty something college kids and forty somethings who were young at heart, yet often very scary. One couple, swear to God, their trailer must have been parked outside. They were that bad.

The service at the place was TERRIBLE. We could not get the bartenders in the main area to wait on us if we waved 100 dollar bills at them. They ignored us. One looked like Ashley Simpson, so we kept calling her that. Almost all of the bartenders actually were 18 year olds. Sure they look pretty for the boys, but they were terrible. Kellie and I had to seek out an abandoned bar to get our food from, all we really wanted was to order dinner!

I stayed there till around 11pm, then Mary called to meet up. We met in Center City and looked for a place to go. It just wasn’t my day or night. Tavern on Camac was just strangely odd last night. I mean they were playing “I’m Too Sexy!” It became very apparent quickly that most of the people there were on the prowl, so we left. Woodies was equally bad, it was also pretty dead. Everyone must be at the shore this weekend. Woodies was playing far too much hippoty hoppity stuff again, and once again the trailer trash was present. There was this couple there, I think they were running scams. The guy was a skinny white boy with bad teeth, REALLY bad teeth. The girl was a bit heavier and had a Tonya Harding look about her. She kept sending him off to dance and take his clothes off to his undies so he’d get dollars. I think she was also trying to pimp him out. Ew!

Eventually we left, I then had a long long long ass wait at the Patco for a Taxi home. People kept showing up and lingering about the Patco, and at 3am it sketches you out. One needed a cab and I actually had the cab service send 2 cabs. I was however afraid they wouldn’t, and he was going to somehow steal my cab. Fortunately I got my cab, I hope he got one too.

Back home and off to dreamland. Oh boy, fun dreams! We were on our cruise, and I kept getting into trouble. I kept walking through areas I wasn’t supposed to for some reason. I got pulled aside and red marks were put next to my name in the ship’s roster. Oh no! I also pissed off some woman by talking about something improper around her child. I apparently was rude to her at some point as well, telling her she was far to thin or something (something I would never ever do). She also complained to the ship’s people and got me into trouble. The one good thing was our cabin on the ship was huge, and the bathroom had a jacuzzi and everything. I remember thinking the cabin was bigger than my old apartment, wow!

Today I’ve been trying to focus on work I did get a new phone, I had planned to go furniture shopping but just didn’t make it. Hopefully tomorrow.

Dustin

It was another of THOSE nights last night. Of the weird dreams I have, here are quick snipits of the ones I do recall.

First up, my mother was selling our old house on Helm Court in Burke Va. The problems with this scenario? In it my brother and I were the ages we are now, not in junior high/high school as we should have been. The second issue is we rented, we didn’t own the house.

In the dream my mom had to sell the house on the sly, she couldn’t let the neighborhood know. Why I don’t know. Well my brother and I discovered one of the neighbors was taking photos. It turned out to be our good friend Seo, who didn’t want us to move. I remember breaking down in tears crying that “I didn’t want to go!” Then I share a group hug and cry with my friends in the neighborhood. Odd because this never happened and I couldn’t wait to move and get the hell out of the school district I had been stuck in since 3rd grade.

Dream number two, I’m not sure where I was. I think I was with the BF on a cruise excursion perhaps. It was definitely wildernessy and in the middle of nowhere. I remember we were about to leave, but I really had to go to the bathroom and didn’t want to hold it till we got back to civilization basically. There was a dirty little restroom, I decided to use it. I walked in and freaked, I had no shoes on! I quickly walked back out, I had a perpetual cut on the bottom of my big toe. (In reality the cut is on my little toe, and it’s not a cut but rather cracked skin on the joint underside). Well some kid looks up at me and asks about the cut, is it one of those things that never seems to get better? I said um yeah why. He then told me it was something, used an M word to describe it. I can’t remember the word, but I know it was incorrectly used. Something like myopic or meiosis, but I knew for some reason he meant genetically inherited from the mother’s side. He then said he it was a serious disorder most people don’t have treated, and he didn’t know how to tell me this, but I would bleed to death in about an hour from it. Freaked, we head to the nearest Podunk hospital. I remember sitting there waiting my turn, the one and only doctor was delivering a baby in front of me, because the hospital only had one room. Ew!

Dustin