Wednesday, December 06, 2006

So I've done everything I know how to do. And still I've failed. For now? I don't know.

I had a dream last night. It was kind of odd. For some reason we went on a family vacation... we flew and took our car with us to california. And we visited this huge Microsoft complex deal. Actually the zoo was first the M$ place was just... part of it? Anyways, we were going to take this tour, see? But the employee's had this weird habit of like... staring at the wall instead of the people who toured. Except for the tour guide. But I saw a few girls walking around but they'd look intently at the wall they were walking along. Except for the tour guide. She came over, and I don't remember what comment was made, but she fell over laughing... literally, she fell on the ground she was laughing so hard, which made me laugh, of course. Appearantly she had some type of disease where she would laugh so hard she'd fall on the ground. I thought it was a rather terrific disease myself. Well, I helped her up, and I guess we went on our tour, but I don't remember that.

So after our tour went along, for some reason it was kinda like a Cingular HQ, in that everyone had a little cingular man on their shirt. But there was a food court, yum! And we ate some food. It was really good, some of it was like tex mex or whatever, I was having some chips & salsa but I really wanted some of the taco soup. And this old guy across the table, I don't know who he was, kept knocking this cup of water over, but it never ran out of water. And then when I was eating I kept on knocking it over myself. 4 times, precisely. I know because I told the guy next to me, I don't know who he was, but I knew he was a friend. Well, the food court we were there for a while, but there was like this Cingular sponsored tram type thing - like a subway but a little smaller. It was white, with the Cingular man splotched on it.

Well, we got on and I don't know where we went, but for some reason (this is how I know we were in Cali) we were going to the airport, but I was running - barefoot - down the interstate, and I was going onto the bay bridge. I had a backpack on, I think. But then I also saw my waist pouch. Well, I'm running, and there's this weird deal that normally your car would fit under, but as I'm running 65 mph (but I didn't feel like I was going that fast) and I'm taller, I felt the need to jump it, so I did, but it was kinda slick on the other side, but then I caught my grip because it roughed up... but then it started getting really rough and for some reason turned into... ah what do they call it - tidal zone? The part where all the tide pools are? Anyways, yeah, there.

So I kinda... sloshed my way through this, and I didn't even have time to put on my shoes, though I wanted to... and then I saw my mom in her car... but they started leaving without me! I figured they were just turning around, though... and next thing I knew we were at the airport. I don't think I was picked up, and I don't know how we got there.

Anyways, so we were at the airport, and that tour guide girl (who I don't know from eve) is somehow there... and she like, grabs me in a hug and kinda tickle from behind (I can see her in the window at our gate, it was night time), and I reach back and tickle her, and she just squeezes me tightly. It felt nice to be held. I can't remember if there was anything else, but I remember her asking "Well do you have a girlfriend or anything?" and I said, "Meh! I don't know!" "What's that mean?" "Well, she considers herself single now. So I don't know." and she held me for a minute or two, and then I woke up. Interestingly enough, she just happened to be about 5'5". Probably around 145 LBS. But she had blonde hair and she was rather slight of frame.

All in all it was a really weird dream. Oh, and a few details I missed - there was a short packing scene, where I had to pack because my mom's flight left early, and a part as I was running just before it turned into the tidal zone area/swampy marsh, there was some glass, and I didn't cut my foot on it, but I like... cut off some calouses. It was a broken bottle.

Well, I don't know if there is any accurate interpretation of that dream, but I could probably think of one that sounded good.

Anyways. Just one more thing in the annals of my life.

Life. Love. Lose.

It happens.



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