I was at work and I went out to get lunch. I decided I wanted Mexican food, so I walk over to a Mexican place -- it's like a cafeteria style restaurant.
When I walk in, I see a woman who I had a crush on in high school. I order my lunch -- a chile relleno -- and sit down with her. We're just talking, etc., and then it's time to go back to work -- turns out she works at my company.
So she goes to leave and I stand up to leave and somehow my pants have fallen down to my ankles. I struggle to put them back on and rush outside to catch up with my friend. I tried walking fast, skipping and running but I could not catch up with her.
Then I woke up.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
December 11 – Driving Cross Country
So for some reason I was going to be driving cross-country with my father, his wife and my sister. I think we were going to be driving a truck so there really wasn’t any room for more than 3 people in the front cab. It’s not clear whether my sister was already in a wheelchair or whether we decided that it made the most sense for her to be in a wheelchair to come cross-country. So we start driving and she has to keep up with us, which she seems to be doing, though her biggest complaint is how dirty the wheels of the wheelchair are. I tell her it will be a great workout for her and ask if she wants gloves to help with the dirt, but she says no.
Next thing I know, I am in the back of the truck, where there is some sort of theater troupe that we are taking cross-country for some performance. I look at my watch and notice that we have been driving for 3 hours, but figure we can’t be much further than Monticello because my sister in the wheelchair is making us go slower (Monticello is about 2 hours from NYC). I look on a computer that has a GPS and notice that we are just west of Allentown, PA, which is also about 2 hours from NYC, but that within the hour we will be west of Chicago. I am surprised that my father went this way and not through Monticello, but obviously he knew of this incredible shortcut.
Next thing I know I am cast in the performance of the play, which they are rehearsing in the back of the truck, and I am also helping them rewrite it as we go along. Somehow I discover that the back wall of the truck is more like a force field, and that you can stick your arm through it and feel what it is like outside, although there is a lot of resistance as you push your hand through. Others try it as well – it’s a hit, they love it.
Then, I decide I need to take a shower. Some woman from the troupe comes into the bathroom with me and pleads with me not to take a shower because they are not supposed to be taking showers and they don’t want to get caught. I tell her that we can wash the towels in the washer dryer, which is in the bathroom as well. We argue and struggle a bit, and somehow the towel falls into the toilet, which for some reason has not been flushed and has some excrement in it, which gets all over the towel. The woman starts freaking out, but I say we can just wash it in the washing machine. I wash the excess feces off the towel and put it into the machine, then look for detergent. There are bottles of detergent in the bathroom but they are all empty. I say I know where there are bottles of detergent – I leave the bathroom to go find it. But to get to where I think it is, I need to go through the force field/wall at the back of the truck, and while I can move my hand through it, I cannot pass through it in total. So I come back and decide to wash the towels with no detergent. This greatly upsets the woman.
Then the alarm goes off.
Next thing I know, I am in the back of the truck, where there is some sort of theater troupe that we are taking cross-country for some performance. I look at my watch and notice that we have been driving for 3 hours, but figure we can’t be much further than Monticello because my sister in the wheelchair is making us go slower (Monticello is about 2 hours from NYC). I look on a computer that has a GPS and notice that we are just west of Allentown, PA, which is also about 2 hours from NYC, but that within the hour we will be west of Chicago. I am surprised that my father went this way and not through Monticello, but obviously he knew of this incredible shortcut.
Next thing I know I am cast in the performance of the play, which they are rehearsing in the back of the truck, and I am also helping them rewrite it as we go along. Somehow I discover that the back wall of the truck is more like a force field, and that you can stick your arm through it and feel what it is like outside, although there is a lot of resistance as you push your hand through. Others try it as well – it’s a hit, they love it.
Then, I decide I need to take a shower. Some woman from the troupe comes into the bathroom with me and pleads with me not to take a shower because they are not supposed to be taking showers and they don’t want to get caught. I tell her that we can wash the towels in the washer dryer, which is in the bathroom as well. We argue and struggle a bit, and somehow the towel falls into the toilet, which for some reason has not been flushed and has some excrement in it, which gets all over the towel. The woman starts freaking out, but I say we can just wash it in the washing machine. I wash the excess feces off the towel and put it into the machine, then look for detergent. There are bottles of detergent in the bathroom but they are all empty. I say I know where there are bottles of detergent – I leave the bathroom to go find it. But to get to where I think it is, I need to go through the force field/wall at the back of the truck, and while I can move my hand through it, I cannot pass through it in total. So I come back and decide to wash the towels with no detergent. This greatly upsets the woman.
Then the alarm goes off.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
December 9, 2008 - Entourage Murder
I was at college (or boarding school) with Vince & E from Entourage -- the characters, not the actors who play them. We lived across the hall from each other.
Out of boredom or to see if they could get away with it, they decided they wanted to kill someone. Somehow we get a hold of an axe and we go to a classroom at the end of the hall, we walk in and the teacher knows Vince and is happy to see him.
What happens next isn’t entirely clear – I’m standing just inside the door when all of a sudden I hear a scream. I look up and this kid who had been in the first row has the axe in his head!!! There is blood everywhere, the kids are freaking out. In the chaos, somehow this one kid thinks that I did it and starts saying so.
We go back to our dorm rooms and I’m talking to them and we realize that our fingerprints are all over the axe – we had not worn gloves or anything (not that it should matter, they saw us walk into the classroom with the axe). They seem very nonplussed about this but I start freaking out. I smoke some weed (by myself) and somehow sneak back into the room where the murder happens to try and wipe our prints off the axe, but I end up getting my prints on the axe even more. I come back to the room and people and close the door.
People are outside the door and they are all talking about how I killed the kid. I start thinking that I need to transfer schools but that no one would take me if I were under indictment for murder.
Then I woke up.
Out of boredom or to see if they could get away with it, they decided they wanted to kill someone. Somehow we get a hold of an axe and we go to a classroom at the end of the hall, we walk in and the teacher knows Vince and is happy to see him.
What happens next isn’t entirely clear – I’m standing just inside the door when all of a sudden I hear a scream. I look up and this kid who had been in the first row has the axe in his head!!! There is blood everywhere, the kids are freaking out. In the chaos, somehow this one kid thinks that I did it and starts saying so.
We go back to our dorm rooms and I’m talking to them and we realize that our fingerprints are all over the axe – we had not worn gloves or anything (not that it should matter, they saw us walk into the classroom with the axe). They seem very nonplussed about this but I start freaking out. I smoke some weed (by myself) and somehow sneak back into the room where the murder happens to try and wipe our prints off the axe, but I end up getting my prints on the axe even more. I come back to the room and people and close the door.
People are outside the door and they are all talking about how I killed the kid. I start thinking that I need to transfer schools but that no one would take me if I were under indictment for murder.
Then I woke up.
DECEMBER 7 2008 - Monticello Flood
I wake up and hear about torrential rains forecast for Monticello, NY. My parents ask me to go check on the house upstate. I jump in my brand new car and pick up my sister. She is impressed by the car, which has a Hemi engine (V8 I suppose) so very powerful (very much like my rental in San Diego). For some reason she does not come with me.
So I drive upstate alone. When I get off at the exit, I proceed toward the house. As I get closer, crossing over the Silbert’s creek, there is a flash flood – water is rising. I try to drive up the last little hill with my powerful Hemi-powered car. I veer to the right because I think I see a way to get through but the water quickly is becoming too deep. I get out of the car – it is stuck, I suppose, and try to walk/wade/swim the rest of the way. I see 2 women doing the same thing, and the call out to me and tell me to follow them – more to the left than I had been. I follow them and able to get to ankle-deep water and proceed up the hill.
Then I woke up.
So I drive upstate alone. When I get off at the exit, I proceed toward the house. As I get closer, crossing over the Silbert’s creek, there is a flash flood – water is rising. I try to drive up the last little hill with my powerful Hemi-powered car. I veer to the right because I think I see a way to get through but the water quickly is becoming too deep. I get out of the car – it is stuck, I suppose, and try to walk/wade/swim the rest of the way. I see 2 women doing the same thing, and the call out to me and tell me to follow them – more to the left than I had been. I follow them and able to get to ankle-deep water and proceed up the hill.
Then I woke up.
December 5 2008 - Vegas
We were in Las Vegas for a conference and I was there with several work colleagues. We were staying at the Mirage, but it wasn’t really the Mirage – it was this weird hotel that was a combination of an 80s-era Vegas hotel that was showing its age and some sort of super resort. For example, I was staying on the 71st floor, and there was a staircase that led directly to the massive indoor pool on the 70th floor. There was also an outdoor wave pool that I think was on my floor as well.
Somehow it is decided that we are going to enter a Texas Hold Em tournament, although instead of in a big room with multiple tables, we were in our own room. And it wasn’t every man for himself, it was teams – 3 on 3 – and I was paired with a work colleague (we'll call him James) and someone else who was either my friend father or a friend of a friend (we'll call him Steve). Anyway, somehow I got there a little late and when I got there we were already down a little bit. We play for a little while, and somehow it comes down to a hand between one of our opponents and Steve. He is going for a straight and decides to go all in. Our opponents call and they turn over their cards – it is a push. No problem, split the pot and it’s fine. Except this guy is convinced to go into “overtime” where each person gets 1 card – and it’s highest card wins, and not related to the hand in general (I don't think this even exists). Before I could voice my objection, the cards are turned over – they get a 6, we get a 3, and we lose. I am really angry.
I then walk back to my room and run into a different work colleague who I tell the story to and also ask him about dinner plans. Then I go watch some football and talk to my sister on the phone. Was telling her the hotel was showing its age and she was telling me how her friend got married out there and got totally ripped off and they promised this awesome room but turned out not to be that nice.
Then I woke up.
Somehow it is decided that we are going to enter a Texas Hold Em tournament, although instead of in a big room with multiple tables, we were in our own room. And it wasn’t every man for himself, it was teams – 3 on 3 – and I was paired with a work colleague (we'll call him James) and someone else who was either my friend father or a friend of a friend (we'll call him Steve). Anyway, somehow I got there a little late and when I got there we were already down a little bit. We play for a little while, and somehow it comes down to a hand between one of our opponents and Steve. He is going for a straight and decides to go all in. Our opponents call and they turn over their cards – it is a push. No problem, split the pot and it’s fine. Except this guy is convinced to go into “overtime” where each person gets 1 card – and it’s highest card wins, and not related to the hand in general (I don't think this even exists). Before I could voice my objection, the cards are turned over – they get a 6, we get a 3, and we lose. I am really angry.
I then walk back to my room and run into a different work colleague who I tell the story to and also ask him about dinner plans. Then I go watch some football and talk to my sister on the phone. Was telling her the hotel was showing its age and she was telling me how her friend got married out there and got totally ripped off and they promised this awesome room but turned out not to be that nice.
Then I woke up.
December 4 2008 - Coffee in Monticello
I was visiting my sister at the end of the summer at her job in camp. But her camp happened to be located in Monticello, NY, where we spent many summers and my parents used to own a house (my father still has a house near there in Swan Lake NY).
We’re driving down the hill on route 42 and I see all these unfamiliar restaurants. One I point out is a coffee place – my sister says she isn’t familiar with it but that there is another really good coffee place ahead. We go through the traffic light and look to the left, and there is a restaurant called Jeff’s (which used to exist) – I asked my sister if it had reopened but she didn’t think it had – we looked inside and it looked like they were training staff. We pass the coffee place and my sister says my mother loves that place (my mother died in 2003).
Then we stop into what looks like an indoor/outdoor cantina that has pool tables outside but under a roof that had like that straw hanging down like in the Caribbean. We put our name on the list to go play pool, but then she decides she wants to leave. I tell her I need to use the bathroom and when I go to the bathroom, I run into a guy who I knew in high school and recently reconnected with on Facebook. We man hug and I tell him I will e-mail him when I am headed down to Florida (where he now lives) in January or February to visit my father and his wife.
Then the alarm goes off.
We’re driving down the hill on route 42 and I see all these unfamiliar restaurants. One I point out is a coffee place – my sister says she isn’t familiar with it but that there is another really good coffee place ahead. We go through the traffic light and look to the left, and there is a restaurant called Jeff’s (which used to exist) – I asked my sister if it had reopened but she didn’t think it had – we looked inside and it looked like they were training staff. We pass the coffee place and my sister says my mother loves that place (my mother died in 2003).
Then we stop into what looks like an indoor/outdoor cantina that has pool tables outside but under a roof that had like that straw hanging down like in the Caribbean. We put our name on the list to go play pool, but then she decides she wants to leave. I tell her I need to use the bathroom and when I go to the bathroom, I run into a guy who I knew in high school and recently reconnected with on Facebook. We man hug and I tell him I will e-mail him when I am headed down to Florida (where he now lives) in January or February to visit my father and his wife.
Then the alarm goes off.
December 2 2008 - Reunion
December 2, 2008
"I was home and got a phone call from a woman who I went to high school with (whom we'll call Diana). She lives in Europe where she has become entertainer (and she is smoking hot). She said she was in town for the weekend and wanted me to come to her hotel room Saturday night essentially to have sex – I don’t remember how exactly she framed it but it was obvious.
Smash cut to the next night, I arrive at the hotel – she is staying the governor’s suite at the Millenium Hilton (I know it cuz I hosted a bachelor party there). She greets me in a robe. I walk into the room, and another woman we went to high school with (we'll call her Sally) was there hanging out with Justine and there was also a poker game going on involving 4-5 Asian high school students., who paid us no mind at all. I think there were 3 boys and 2 girls.
Sally stays for a little while and we’re just talking. One thing that comes up is that the night before, Diana had done the same thing with this other guy from high school who I did not get a long with at all and I remember this made me feel anxious, like I had to do better than him.
Then Sally said she has to go – she is taking the kids to eat at Stewart’s. I express surprise that there is a Stewart’s in NYC but she says there is. She gets ready to leave, letting me know that I am in for the night of my life. I tell her that I owe her one, that I’ll take her to dinner at Stewart’s.
She leaves, and suddenly I am in a robe too. Diana gets us some drinks (bourbon) and we start fooling around on the couch, with the poker game continuing right next to us.
Then the alarm goes off.
"I was home and got a phone call from a woman who I went to high school with (whom we'll call Diana). She lives in Europe where she has become entertainer (and she is smoking hot). She said she was in town for the weekend and wanted me to come to her hotel room Saturday night essentially to have sex – I don’t remember how exactly she framed it but it was obvious.
Smash cut to the next night, I arrive at the hotel – she is staying the governor’s suite at the Millenium Hilton (I know it cuz I hosted a bachelor party there). She greets me in a robe. I walk into the room, and another woman we went to high school with (we'll call her Sally) was there hanging out with Justine and there was also a poker game going on involving 4-5 Asian high school students., who paid us no mind at all. I think there were 3 boys and 2 girls.
Sally stays for a little while and we’re just talking. One thing that comes up is that the night before, Diana had done the same thing with this other guy from high school who I did not get a long with at all and I remember this made me feel anxious, like I had to do better than him.
Then Sally said she has to go – she is taking the kids to eat at Stewart’s. I express surprise that there is a Stewart’s in NYC but she says there is. She gets ready to leave, letting me know that I am in for the night of my life. I tell her that I owe her one, that I’ll take her to dinner at Stewart’s.
She leaves, and suddenly I am in a robe too. Diana gets us some drinks (bourbon) and we start fooling around on the couch, with the poker game continuing right next to us.
Then the alarm goes off.
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