Monday, September 18, 2006
"If You Die In Your Dream, You Die"
It's not true! I beat the system!
Last night, I dreamt I was on a plane. I was looking through the cockpit window as we started to descend. Oh good, I can see the baseball field, we're coming in for a safe landing, I thought. (Note: In the dream, baseball field=landing strip. You know how it is. Also, my dad was the pilot.) But as we came in, I realized we were overshooting the field and headed at full speed toward the hillside and road on the edge of it. I think this was a field I played on in Norwalk, CT, in high school. Or Fairfield. Or Greenwich, I don't know. All those southern Fairfield County towns looked the same to me.
I watched as we crashed into the earth. At the moment of impact, I awoke. But my eyes were still closed. I was so frightened that I might open them to see the afterlife. After a few minutes of being very still, in the darkness, not knowing if I was alive or dead, I heard a noise. I was happy--no, overjoyed--to hear the classic New York City "honk honk," most likely from a cabbie, outside my window. I knew I was alive.
Ironically, I was still pissed at the person who honked. "It's six in the morning, shut the hell up!"
It really was six. I'd gone to bed around 2, so I was awakened from some serious REM-ish sleep. Some-times, ev-erybody dies... And I couldn't get back to sleep. This is really rare for me. After trying to get back to sleep for a while, I just got up. I hate getting up early. I like being up early, though. But I rarely get to experience it, since I'll always choose sleep if at all possible. So I got to surf the web for a while, take my time eating breakfast and making lunch, and I even wrote this blog entry. But I won't post this until mid-day so all the Yankee fans can have sufficient time to bash me for talking trash about their little deity friend there.
Sorry about the dream description, everybody. I blindsided you on that one. Usually I'll give the "Warning: dream description ahead" disclaimer.
[Mid-day update: I just re-read this. Hope it's not too "some dude's boring life"-ish. But you're stuck with it now. Anyway, no bashing from the Yankee crowd, as they probably didn't even know the two teams were playing this weekend.]
Last night, I dreamt I was on a plane. I was looking through the cockpit window as we started to descend. Oh good, I can see the baseball field, we're coming in for a safe landing, I thought. (Note: In the dream, baseball field=landing strip. You know how it is. Also, my dad was the pilot.) But as we came in, I realized we were overshooting the field and headed at full speed toward the hillside and road on the edge of it. I think this was a field I played on in Norwalk, CT, in high school. Or Fairfield. Or Greenwich, I don't know. All those southern Fairfield County towns looked the same to me.
I watched as we crashed into the earth. At the moment of impact, I awoke. But my eyes were still closed. I was so frightened that I might open them to see the afterlife. After a few minutes of being very still, in the darkness, not knowing if I was alive or dead, I heard a noise. I was happy--no, overjoyed--to hear the classic New York City "honk honk," most likely from a cabbie, outside my window. I knew I was alive.
Ironically, I was still pissed at the person who honked. "It's six in the morning, shut the hell up!"
It really was six. I'd gone to bed around 2, so I was awakened from some serious REM-ish sleep. Some-times, ev-erybody dies... And I couldn't get back to sleep. This is really rare for me. After trying to get back to sleep for a while, I just got up. I hate getting up early. I like being up early, though. But I rarely get to experience it, since I'll always choose sleep if at all possible. So I got to surf the web for a while, take my time eating breakfast and making lunch, and I even wrote this blog entry. But I won't post this until mid-day so all the Yankee fans can have sufficient time to bash me for talking trash about their little deity friend there.
Sorry about the dream description, everybody. I blindsided you on that one. Usually I'll give the "Warning: dream description ahead" disclaimer.
[Mid-day update: I just re-read this. Hope it's not too "some dude's boring life"-ish. But you're stuck with it now. Anyway, no bashing from the Yankee crowd, as they probably didn't even know the two teams were playing this weekend.]
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"All those southern Fairfield County towns looked the same to me."
You sound like my wife. Thanks for not crash-landing on my house in Stamford...I was still asleep at six.
You sound like my wife. Thanks for not crash-landing on my house in Stamford...I was still asleep at six.
"I don't sleep, I dream..."
TJ, your first REM ref that I'm aware of and it's "Everybody Hurts?" Yeesh...
Glad you didn't die in your dream.
TJ, your first REM ref that I'm aware of and it's "Everybody Hurts?" Yeesh...
Glad you didn't die in your dream.
Sorry, I'm a northern Fairfielder.
But I DID die in my dream. I mean, you can't survive that. I said I woke up at the moment of impact, not the moment before. In my opinion, I died and lived to tell about it.
I thought REM, thought about dying, and came up with that line. I was actually not dure whether they said "died" in that song. So I wan't even being clever, just kind of went with it. After looking it up, he does say "everybody cries," but not "dies." Should have, though. Doesn't mean I like or suppert Everybody Hurts. I especially don't support the part where he's like "ohhh nah....nyah...nyah... nyah"
And think about it, throwing in a line about sleeping and dreaming wouldn't work, because that's what REM, the term, refers to anyway. It's like, if I had a really good experience, I wouldn't say "I've found nirvana," which is a line by Nirvana from Bleach, I'd use a line by Nirvana that symbolizes happiness in some way, without mentioning the word. Something like that. I stand by my choice. In the place that I are. Am.
And I wonder if I've ever referenced them before. I honestly don't know.
But I DID die in my dream. I mean, you can't survive that. I said I woke up at the moment of impact, not the moment before. In my opinion, I died and lived to tell about it.
I thought REM, thought about dying, and came up with that line. I was actually not dure whether they said "died" in that song. So I wan't even being clever, just kind of went with it. After looking it up, he does say "everybody cries," but not "dies." Should have, though. Doesn't mean I like or suppert Everybody Hurts. I especially don't support the part where he's like "ohhh nah....nyah...nyah... nyah"
And think about it, throwing in a line about sleeping and dreaming wouldn't work, because that's what REM, the term, refers to anyway. It's like, if I had a really good experience, I wouldn't say "I've found nirvana," which is a line by Nirvana from Bleach, I'd use a line by Nirvana that symbolizes happiness in some way, without mentioning the word. Something like that. I stand by my choice. In the place that I are. Am.
And I wonder if I've ever referenced them before. I honestly don't know.
Yeah, that might be your first REM reference. And I'll wager your last, I'll bet...I'm actually a big REM fan, friends with their manager, but I hate "Everybody Hurts" and pretty much everything off that album besides "Nightswimming..."Anyway...
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