BrowserMetrics

I awoke around 2:30 this morning. Then I checked SHOWROOM to see who was going to do the Nogizaka46 in Asia show. Saito Yuuri. I couldn't keep awake. I passed out with her cheerful voice in my head...

Two Nogi idols show up at my house. Not sure why. We hanging. They end up cleaning the clutter.

I must confess I'm an idol fan. That I am a Nogi fan.

Saito Yuuri gives me that "No shit, Sherlock" look. She can guess from the posters hanging around my house, and from all the Nogi merchandise she put away. Yeah, about that...

Woke up and she was still genki. Rolled over and back to sleep. If only...

Labels: dreams, Nogizaka46

Strange dream this morning. No, not about that girl. Nor the other one. But about a girl. More likely, girls in general.

I was in a golf cart at some golf course with my mom driving. She was driving haphazardly giving no courtesy to the players out on the course. A group on the tee was trying to hit us as we drove. I watched ball after ball come lazily drifting down at us. They were all nice drives.

At one hole, my mom knew one of the players. He asked the usual stuff of me: age, work, married or single. When he found out I was single, he said he I was just right for his daughter.

So, I ended up on a blind date. Which starts off with me waiting at some family restaurant. The waitresses know I was waiting for a girl on a date, so were harassing me in the way women tease men. I ordered a drink.

Next thing I knew, my date was there. We exchange pleasantries and begin to order. I try to order something that doesn't require me to use my hands. No shrimp! Maybe a plate of chicken. We place our order and have another drink. I would need to go use the toilet. I excuse myself, the waitresses giggle, and I head for the bar which was where the toilets were located.

I would run into people making sure that my date went alright. Cousin Bob and Cousin Gigi in her silly floppy hat smoking cigars at the bar. CapitolSwell hanging out. I finish and head back.

She had people there making sure her date went alright. Her dad, her sister, her brother, and her brother's girlfriend who was annoying. She was hysterical that they were going to break up and quickly dashed from the table with the brother giving chase. There was a plant on the table that made it difficult to talk to anyone at the table. I tried to move it with no success.

I'm there at a table waiting for the food to arrive on a blind date with a girl whose family is occupying most of the table. We haven't even begun a discussion.

Then I woke up and wondered why I had such a dream.

Labels: dreams, that girl, who's this guy?

Because @margeemateo asked, here's the dream. It occurred this morning between 4:30 and 6:00. I know because I woke up twice, and perhaps it was the second sleep wherein I went into REM.

Anyhow…

We were at a bar, or at a restaurant, or in a park, somewhere where we can gather. It was the usual crew, including @margeemateo, and we were all drinking beer. I think I knew a guy amongst the crowd at the bar.

I slap him on the back! It's the guy from when I worked at Ruby's. Not the short blonde fellow, but the bus boy. I think. Perhaps. Maybe.

"What's up!" I say.

"Drinking! Long time no see."

Then I spy a girl amongst the guys at the bar -- a familiar face. "Who's that there?"

The guy says, "My girlfriend. You know."

It's S! And she's gotten old. As have we all. More round in places, but still the prettiest smile and the prettiest brown eyes. I'll recognize her the same. Or is this a dream and it's wish fulfillment on my end?

She goes, "Hey, howdy!" and gives a kiss hello except it's on the lips and like we were never separated for these 17 years.

How the heck is she going out with that guy? How the heck is she still around? How did I miss my chance at this? I could've been that guy. Why was I a chicken to even try to be that guy? I suck!

Then they both talk about Neil, the blonde guy. His name isn't Neil, and S's name is Mary in this dream.

And then I remembered I had been out drinking with Neil recently in another dream! In that one, we were hanging out in the park drinking. That's how I remember Neil.

Yeah, we were having a fun time. It was good to see her. Then I started thinking that I can have her. I'm better than that guy! I haven't missed my chance yet. I'm still a chicken because I have to begin scheming and plotting.

"How are your kids doing?"

"We don't have kids."

I can still do this.

That's when I introduced my friends. They were sitting in a car and I had to do it through an open window. @margeemateo was there too.

Then I woke up and wondered what the hell this dream meant? Or does it mean anything. It means nothing.

Labels: dreams

Fresh dream about S. 

Labels: dreams

I should've written this post this morning, but work got in the way. Can I remember much about the dream? It had S in it, and it was delicious.

(Wait. It's slipping away!)

I end up sleeping with her. Chaste. Curled up together. Spooning. Maybe.

I get up. She stays in bed. The Bob tries to horn in on my action. She is not amused.

She gets up. "Do these pajama tops have pajama bottoms?" Yes. Grab them from the dresser drawer. We've got bush.

The brother and the kids are down in the living room. It's 4 AM. That girl is amazing. I know, bro. I know.

Take a shower. Get taunted by people who think the girl should be with them, but she's with me. So I strut. Why is the shower in a glass room?

End up taking my luggage out of my hotel room. Walk up two flights to the 13th floor.

That girl is amazing.

Yes she was.

Labels: dreams

Crazy movie-like dream involving I. It must be written down or else lose it to the haze of memory as I wake. This dream had a great story line with a beginning middle and an end. Yet, it is already going.

I calls me out of the blue, and invites me over to her parents house on Saturday. They live right down the road from me. Really, they did in real life. I'm ecstatic and can't wait for the weekend to come.

On the day, I take public transportation or maybe walk over. When I get there, she invites me in. Her parents are not there, but she's not alone in the house. She's with a blonde haired young dude who she introduces me to. The guy can't stay and leaves us to ourselves. I at first think the guy is a neighbor; he's young and as he leaves, he walks down the street. Later, dude! I get to spend a Saturday with I!

This part of the dream is leaving me now.

We drink coffee. We hang out. We talk about our lives that has passed. We clean up her parents house. I am having a good time. It feels like I may have a chance with her again. At one point she goes to throw some things out, and I give her a hand. As she walks out the door with the garbage bag, she mentions that she never was married. She never had kids. I get the shakes hearing this. The window of opportunity just opened, right?

I start turning on the charm and try to be less subtle in my passes. I put the moves on her getting close to her, and she begins to feel uncomfortable. I back off slightly not wanting to ruin things. Then it is evening, and I had to go.

I'm taking the bus back home. She's steps out for a minute as I get my things together. I'm giddy trying to figure out how to restart our friendship and turn it into a relationship. Can I finally go out with I? Is she home to stay? She did say she liked me and missed me right before I got all forward, right? Yes, maybe, hopefully.

But she returns with the young blonde boy who I thought was her neighbor.

We get on the bus. Me and I on one side; the blonde boy on the other. I'm very happy thinking how to end this right. I think that I should ask her out to dinner or drinks or get her phone number. I can envision establishing a relationship wherein we end up married. It just may happen. She is my über-girl, and it would mean a lot to have her as a girlfriend.

As we are jostled around, I make a pass on her. I attempt footsies. I tickle her toe with mine except that it didn't really tickle. It seemed I scratched her with my toenails. She cries out, and I know that I've just killed any chance with her. She rubs her toe, and then the twist of this dream happens. The blonde boy immediately jumps to her side and embraces her! Comforts her. He rubs her feet and relaxes her. She gives him a peck on the forehead, but it is a signal to me that she is spoken for. She had brought him along as a hint that she had a boyfriend! My hopes are shot, and I can't of think of anything to salvage the situation. Maybe I can get in the friend zone and bide my time.

I wake up without ever finishing that bus ride.

Labels: dreams, hint, let's get together yeah yeah yeah, that girl, that sinking feeling, wishing for a pony

Now that the Megamillions frenzy is over, we can breathe, laugh, and cry about the whole last week. Why? It's because I had been daydreaming about winning. Hoping beyond hope to hit the jackpot. Praying for something that will never happen, but believing that just maybe, just maybe it may.

One of the winning tickets was bought down the road. I was at work on a Saturday when I heard that it was in Baltimore County. To continue working was difficult. I sat banging away code and thought maybe, just maybe, I had the winning ticket. I left work quickly determined to find out if I did.

I drove home thinking of all the ways to enjoy that money.

Of course I didn't win. Just my luck. Yet, I knew. There were no cameras around the Exxon at work from which I bought my ticket. There would have been television crews to look for the winners. I didn't see any; I wasn't a winner.

There's lots I would've done with that cash. I would dream about that lots. Who I would share it with? Who else I would share it with? I wouldn't have a job quitting right there on the spot, because I don't want to work no more. That was the last I could think, just get the hell out of work. One of the last things I need a new job.

Labels: dreams, games people play, wishing for a pony

I debated about writing up this dumb dream when I arose from bed. I didn't want to write it up because I had to get up and shower. I thought I wasn't going to, but on the commute to work I decided to post it.

It starts out in a school room is all I can remember from the beginning half. I guess we were studying and S was in my class. I think I was getting cozy-friendly with her during studies.

Then we were in my Aunt's house. It must've been some kind of baby shower as there were nothing but women with little kids running through the house. S was around. I wanted to show her how cool I was around babies so I grabbed the nearest tyke. I was scolded because I had let her slip through my arms. Imagine my surprise as I stood around lots of mothers with a little toddler dangling from her blanket in my hand. Silly me.

I go outside to chat up S who was enjoying the kids. Cousin Bob comes out of the house on a skateboard wearing funky sandals. He passes the skateboard to me and I am cool now.

Labels: dreams, that girl

Dreamt this morning. I wouldn't call it a dream though as I was half awake. Perhaps we'll call it subconscious thinking in a slumbered state. Nah, that don't sound right. I'll just call it a dream.

Like every dream I write about here, it involves a girl. That's not to say my dreams are always about girls. It's just that I only write up the ones with a girl in it.

What's complicating this dream write up is that I don't know which of the usual girls I dream about was the star. In fact, I wondered if I was able to identify any of the others in this dream. Could it be people from IniTech? Or were grade school classmates in it? Perhaps, one or two were family members or Shore Studio friends. I couldn't remember after getting up out of bed. And if I couldn't immediately afterwards, then I can't really say right now. Maybe all my dreams have been a lie. Maybe no one was in them, but me...

Here's some of the details I remember. Most of it is fuzzy...

We're staying at some hotel for business. There was a cross walk to an overpass. We took it to the overpass. It was me, the girl, and some other people. We had to have been drinking. Someone looked over the side of the overpass and wondered if they could get down from there using this light pole. Everyone wanted to try. Up and over to the light pole and we all slid down to the sidewalk. We had left our shoes in the hotel room. I made the comment that we're all in socks. It didn't matter. We wanted to cross the street in our socks. When we got inside, we waited for the elevator up to take us back to our rooms. I bumped into someone as he was getting off and I was getting on. He asked about some work stuff, and I told the people I was with that I'll see them in a few minutes. I pulled this guy aside and was joined by the girl. She was by my side and she put her arm in my arm. This is when I usually get the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that signals that I like this. We discussed IniTech work. It was boring that I wanted a drink. Let's hit up the lobby bar. She said yeah and we strode into the bar arm in arm. Then I woke up.

It was delicious to remember what it is like to be side by side with a girl. The warm body. The smell of her hair. The solid feel of her shoulder. Of her arm in my arm. Her hand in my hand. Yet, I couldn't place her face. It could be any of the girls I've been infatuated with. Same can be said to the other shades in my dream. I couldn't place their faces. Who were they? They only coalesced into someone recognizable once I started trying to place the faces. She could be I or S or the latest infatuation. The co-workers could've been IniTech or Shore Studios or Ruby's. Definitely not Ruby's, but it could almost be them. Once I thought about it awake, they all took on faces that I thought was there, but really, were they there in my dreams.

Labels: dreams

Before this snippet of dream goes away...

Of course it involves S.

We were running away from some kind of war. I believe we were in COD4. I had the gun. She was following me. I'll be your protection.

We're separated.

Later, I ask some guy in another squad if he had seen S.C. He comes back. She's alright. She's got a message for me: "Kiss me the next time you see me. You know you want to."

... I liked the last line.

Labels: dreams, that girl

Snippets of a dream.

I awoke this morning happy and sad at the same time. This one may just be very, very weird, and the twists and turns should make it terrible, but still, I endured and awoke smiling. I believe anytime I think about her (or them or the Ur-girl), I'll be happy. The closest I'll get to a female. *sigh*

---

S came out of my brother's room. I was surprised.

We're downstairs. She meets my parents. Dinner? Lunch? It was cold outside
and everyone's on the couch watching television.

S and bro? They are on the couch together. Her hand's in his. I am jealous.

I go upstairs and check my brother's bedroom. There's only one bed. I am jealous.

I punch the walls. I punch the windows. I storm into my room. My feelings are hurt. This a betrayal! I thought *we* were friends. How could she? How could he?

I try calling CapitolSwell on my cell. Pick up so I can bitch. No answer.

She comes into my room with her little dog. I confront her straight up. "Are you going out with my brother?" She laughs at that. How do I interpret this?

My sister-in-law is there! How do I interpret this?

S looks at the pictures on the wall. She likes one of my self-portraits. I say that's not the best one. It's too dark in color and tone and muddy. There's another self-portrait in around here because I am vain like that. The colorful one hangs in the hall. She likes it too. Is she making small talk? She's smiling and gay.

She's got to be leaving soon. I pick up her dog who had pooped on the floor. She picks up the poop and throws it down the drain.

We try to catch up. I think she likes me now.

She says, "Where's my ribbon for my 30?" What does that mean? Are we that young, because I feel like my 39 year old self. I give her a hug and wish her a happy birthday. Sister-in-law also wishes her well. We are friends now. I think she likes me.

I wake up. What a delicious dream.

Labels: dreams, I'm a fool, that girl

Crushes, most of the time infatuation, don't amount to much. They happen, but if you keep the object of your affection at arms length you, they eventually fade. You're left with only pleasant memories and perhaps a dream of what could've been.

We are in grade school but I don't think it is grade school. I get to class and she's the only one in there. It is the last day of school. We graduate today. It's just me and her in the classroom.

I make a move. I kiss her. She kisses me back. I'm looking into her face. She is smiling. I don't want this to end. I kiss her again and again. I feel her up. We make love. I can't believe we are doing this. She is my girlfriend because she told me.

We got to go home as we've graduated.

Wait! Your phone number! She's already sent it to my phone. Yup, there's her text on my flip phone.

I head to the locker room. I say farewell to a couple of people. Most importantly I say farewell to my buddy, JH, Keep in touch, bro!

The girls are giggling by their lockers. My girlfriend and her girlfriends. I can't wait to see her later...

This was a dream I had the night before. I wasn't going to post it, but it falls right into the theme this week. I matched it with today's music break.

Labels: dreams, it rocks, music break, that girl

I had a pretty weird dream. And no, there was not the girl in it.

We were in Hawaii and we were going to run a 5K, 10K, half-marathon, or some such running event for charity. I decided to do it naked and dropped trou immediately.

We showed up hours early. I was in my birthday suit with the number bib and asian pointy hat to cover up my modesty. We wait for the rest of the people to show up. No one particularly notices that I am naked. As people start arriving, I begin to get worried about being naked.

What I thought would be only a few dozen runners quickly turns into several hundred. I try to hide. I find places in buildings to squat down and not show my dolphin. Of course, then I end up in some school classroom with a dozen ladies who take no notice of my dolphin. Embarrassing or humiliating?

When the run starts, I'm running the other way. Freud would have a field day.

Labels: dreams, egg on the face

I had a nightmare last night. I can't remember the complete specifics. Maybe it wasn't a true nightmare of being chased or stalked or haunted. Maybe it was just a creeped out feeling while asleep. All I know is that I woke up in the middle of the night with the chills as if something, evil, was in the room with me.

I usually keep the door to my bathroom closed. Since it's winter, my furnace is always on. So I keep the door to my bathroom open so that it isn't stuffy with heat in the morning. After I woke up in chills, I spied the black maw that is the open bathroom. I couldn't get it out of my mind that something, evil, was going to come out of there.

I roll over, but that black maw of creepiness is still there.

I try to use the magic kumut, but it was too hot to get under the cover.

I have to go to bed tonight. The dark maw of the bathroom beckoning, but hopefully nothing evil in the room with me.

Labels: dreams, spooky

I like to use my blog as a dream diary.

This morning I had another dream. Sorry to describe it to you, but I must. It's been 13 hours so the only details I truly remember are she is sitting seizu and we are watching television. I think I tried to snuggle up with her. Details are really fuzzy.

That is all.

Labels: brevity, dreams

Reports said that there was an earthquake in Maryland this morning about 5 AM.

Yup.

It woke me up from one of my quirky dreams.

I was lying asleep on my stomach. I felt some shaking. I thought it was a heart attack, but then I realized that it must be an earthquake. I felt the trembling on my chest and barely heard the shaking in the house. At that early time in the morning, I thought that I was hallucinating and that it was just a dream. It was real.

So that's what earthshaking means.

Labels: dreams, get me out of here, hunh?

Good and tasty dream last night starring the ur-girl, I.

We were having our 20th class reunion.

We meet up before.

She is much more friendly reminding me of our good times together. We're touching each other, embracing, kissing, flirting. We make plans to go to the beach.

The reunion is a success. Lots of 80s. Out and away from the city. Long drive.

I disappear from the party for several hours all the time worried that I will miss her. I do. I keep waiting and hoping to get back to the reunion. I need to get back to hugging and the holding. I keep thinking of her.

She's still as young, fresh and innocent as I remember. She hasn't changed one bit from my memories.

I get back to the reunion which is winding down. We're talking chatting with classmates. We're really friendly with each other.

The morning after we're having breakfast at a big table. I'm holding her. She's smiling and laughing. We're at a big table across from a classmate. The table is still a mess from the party before. You're so far away. I think this table can move out a bit so we can slide to the middle. We move closer to our classmate all the while in an embrace, my arm around her waist and her head gently resting on my shoulder.

We're a couple in my dream flushed with that early rush of love.

Labels: dreams, nostalgia

It was a weird dream early this morning perhaps caused by setting the furnace higher than normal to keep me warm.

We went to the beach for vacation, Virginia Beach. Through the miracle of technology and High Speed Rail, the beach was connected to the Paris metro. We decided to visit Paris to while away the day.

While in Paris, Banksie was hugely popular. He was doing a stencil of multi-colored brick. No idea why it was cool, but we decided we could do the same. We made our own stencils to hit up the Paris metro.

I put my stencil on the wall. It doesn't look right. Then I figured there were no holes to shoot spray paint through. It wasn't a stencil, but a regular rendition of multi-colored bricks. That ain't gonna work at all.

As I pondered all this, the boots of gendarme show up. Uh-oh, busted!

He makes his way over and starts accusing me of graffiti. I calmly explain to him that I haven't done anything. That you caught me with picture of colored bricks tacked to the metro wall. That you caught me with a bag of spray paint. That I hadn't done any painting just yet, so how could I have done any graffiti.

I look over to see if the Seed has taken any notice of this and skeedaddled as he had successfully made a multi-colored brick wall stencil. Nope. No such luck.

That's when the gendarme starts taking me away to run down the Seed. As he tries, the gendarme gets hit by a car, rolls onto the street, and lies there.

We get out of there fast. CapSwell is in line buying return trip tickets. We get in line. The lady takes our fare, but takes a break. We're waiting in line now for days for her to come back all the while hoping that the gendarmes do take us away. Tired of waiting we get out of line and try to purchase tickets at the lunch counter in the metro station. We succeed, but by then the line to the trains is several days long and it will take us more time just to get to the queue to get to a train.

Sigh. Paris in the summer.

Labels: dreams, ha ha, WTF

I was watching a night of Grace Kelly on TCM. I can't get enough of her and of watching TCM. There's something I really like about the old-timey movies on that channel. Is it the uncomplicated innocence of the era? Is it the actors before there was an idea of celebrity? Is it the stories? Or am I just nostalgic about things?

I am nostalgic and sentimental, but this post isn't about movies on TCM. It's about a dream this morning. *Groan* I know I've trod this path before. And I know I promised not to. But you know what? I like to make Google index my brain. So I'll write this dream down, let Google store it in its hive mind for eternity.

This dream was probably driven by Grace Kelly She's from Philly. The girl I dreamt about is from Philly. The Phillies lost the World Series. I lost contact with this girl.

So S., I meet her somewhere. I forget where. We did stuff around and end up at my Mom's. My Mom's house, circa 1995 around the time I met S.. Next, thing I know I'm waking up and dressing for something important. I'm wearing something a little more adult and I pull on a blazer. My brothers are dressing up as well.

I'm thinking, "Where's S.?" Where did I leave her? She came home with me? Is she still asleep? Yes.

She's still asleep in my brothers room. I'm getting changed as she wakes up. Now, S. was super pretty: brunette, hair to her shoulders, freckles -- enough to see, but not enough to get in the way. She's just getting up. Naked, but wrapped in the bed sheet. Like this doesn't make me happy. She takes a shower. She's dressed.

The dream moves forward in the disjointed way dreams do. We end up at some wedding shower! Hosted by my Tita! How does she know S.?! Of course, she knows S. She knows everyone! And the wedding shower is for her. I'm saddened by it all.

There she is sitting front and center, looking pretty and amazing. She's seated next to a picture of her with curls! Curls? Is G. getting in on this dream?

I'm thinking, "She's been in Baltimore all this time?" How come I didn't meet her againg? How come Tita didn't mention it? This is just awful to meet the girl in your dreams again on the day that she is celebrating being betrothed to another. Que lastima!

Anger for missing this opportunity. Sadness for missing this opportunity. Resigned that this is my life. In a dream, I still don't catch any breaks.

Labels: "blog as notepad", dreams, girls, that girl

I saw that margeeboo at the FishTank tweeted about some strange dreams. I had one last night, was going to blog about it this morning, but just getting to write it up just now. I don't think it had Mary Poppins, but it was strange as all dreams are. And since we're at the start of the school year, it's setting is appropriate...

I'm back in school. College I believe, but an amalgamation of my two undergrad alma maters. Stick TU on the UM campus, but have MD weather. Yeah. It felt like fall, but there were palm trees.

I'm taking a large lecture class. I notice the cute girls. One is Asian. She's not been in any of my dreams. I don't even think I know her. Just generic cute Asian girl. We don't meet. Class ends.

Next class. I'm sitting at the end of the aisle. She's behind me with her friend.

Then she starts rubbing my head. It's my close shaved melon she's digging. She does it three times. The first I don't care. The second is annoying. The third I have to turn around and check her out. Generic cute Asian dream girl. Vietnamese maybe? Class ends.

She says something, "I thought so." Smug. Condescending. Looking to get a rise from me. I say nada. She tries again. I confront, but don't win. She stares me down. (this parts the hazy part from several hours later.) I'm running away figuratively.

I'm back at the dorms (Stanfor Residential College) bringing home a case of beer. I go to the front, but the doors are locked some kind of security screw up. I go around to the secondary entrance. UM friends are manning the security desks. They haven't aged one bit. I get on the elevator, looking at this beer, and thinking that it'll be making me fat.

Labels: dreams, NewsRadio quote