Wednesday, February 23, 2011

never before read dreams enclosed!

When people tell me they don't have dreams I can't help but pity them. I like to think that I have some of the strangest dreams that anyone has ever heard of and I would not give that up for anything. My mom has this great dream interpretation book called 'The World of Mirrors' and I refer to it on a regular basis. I don't know how accurate it is but it sure is fun to see what it says.

Over the last few years I have started keeping a dream journal. I'm not totally faithful to it because when I first wake up in the mornings I'm as good as dead. Then I try and remember the pychodelic dream that occured earlier and I can't remember it for the life of me. Some of my best (and when I say best I mean solely for weirdness value) dreams come about in the few minutes before I wake up. Or maybe it's the few hours before I wake up... It's hard to get a grasp on time when you're dreaming. I would like to establish a better habit of recording these strange phenomena right after they occur, but until I do let me reflect with you on some of the more bizzare... I feel there are a lot of symbolisms in these dreams. If you care to take a shot at deciphering them, please do so.

Feb 19, 2010
I dreamed me, Ry and Tal went to Xiamen, China (a beautiful city I visited). It was a bustling town but it didn't look like the real Xiamen. There were too many white people. We were looking for Bobby (my China school love) so we were looking for the restaurant he worked at. We looked everywhere and fianlly found it and just when I caught a glimpse of him the lights all turned off. I found a light switch and I saw his dad yelling at him. I didn't like that. Then he saw me and gave me a big smile. He looked so much different but I could tell it was him. He was shorter and a little bit fat and his beautiful teeth were stumpy gums. I told him he looked different as he pointed at his teeth and said "stumps". Pretty good for a guy who speaks almost no English. It was a little bit funny. So he made us some chicken dumplings. As we were walking away, all of the sudden I was with my friend Jessica. She stepped into a rickety elevator made of PVC pipes that took her up to the top floor of the building and started doing a coreographed dance/cheer. Everyone watching joined in and started doing it too. I decided to head back to the hotel with talia but we couldn't find a cab. then a cab came by that was being pulled by a giant rooster and we had to jump on as it was running past. the roosters tail feathers were slapping us in the face the whole way home. Bizzare dream.

April 22, 2010
I drove down a country road in a truck with my family. We ran into Sunny's uncle, who happened to be black, cooking fish on the hood of his green camero, He was using the heat of the engine to cook the fish. It tasted like pickles.

July 4, 2010
I had several dreams last night. One was with me and Talia and someone else. We were on a tiny boat paddling through a channel in the middle of a huge ice sheet. There were tons of orcas underneath the ice. they came up and bumped our boat and talia fell off the boat. An orca grabbed her foot and tried to drag her down but we went and got her. We finally got back and returned the boat to Best Buy.

(this dream contains explicit content)
Aug 5, 2010
I can't remember most of my dream but I do remember one part in particular. I was in China with the girls I went to CHina with last time. We were all hanging out and I noticed that Ryleigh had a bag of milk hanging off her hip so I said, "what is that?" She proceeded to unbutton her shirt and show me a tiny breast pump stuck to her boob with a little tube going down to the bag. She told me it was goats milk for a service project in Thailand....

June 12, 2009
I dreamed I was hikinh with my family on some treacherous terrain. There were wild hedgehogs that kept trying to bite us. They scratched and bit quincy a lot. Then I was in an elevator at the hotel I was staying at. There were two toilets in that elevator. So i sat down on one of those toilets and went to the bathroom in front of everyone.

and finally...

June 8, 2009
I dreamed I was trying to kill this dragon monster that was also a boy. The last thing I remember was trying to shove a huge cheese burger in his mouth.

Monday, February 21, 2011

this is the first day of my life.

For some reason today the song 'first day of my life' by bright eyes keeps cropping up in my mind. I think it's a sign. Something about the lyrics rings so true to me. I would go so far as to say it is a masterpiece. I feel a little envy underlying my awe only because I wish I could put my feelings in poetic verses like these. I love the sensation of finding a song that says everything you wanted to say but in better words. I pretend I invented these.   It's like a theme song playing in my mind. These days I feel like a lot of days are the first day of my life.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I used to think I spoke Chinese....

Ugh! I just wanted to learn all of the Chinese language by now! Shouldn't 23,000 characters sink in after a year of studying? You would think so.... I like to claim to speak Chinese but the only person I can really keep a conversation going with is Sunny's 3 year old niece, Mi Mi. She likes to figure which Chinese words I know and then use those words to create repetitive questions that I will definitely know the answers to. The girl is a saint. Although we're saying simple things like 你喜欢糖果吗?(do you like candy?), she makes me feel like I'm in the loop. On the other hand, I listen to Sunny talk on the phone to his parents for ten minutes and maybe pick up 5 words. 

Sunny dropped a bomb on me the other day by letting me know that Chou ba ba, Sunny's dad, would like me to give a little speech at our wedding party in Taiwan for around 5 minutes. Great. I can't even give a speech in English for 5 minutes. But I will persist. My speech may sound something like, 'Are you a teacher? I would like two bottles of cola' but I will execute those sentences perfectly. Who knows, I might even get a little crazy and throw in a 'nice to meet you'. I'm sure I'll win over my new family with that one. 

However slow the progression, I refuse to give up. Dear Chinese language, bring it on!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

i'm sorry journal. i think maybe you got replaced for a second...

type. delete. type. delete. the upside of keeping a journal is that i write in pen so once something is down on paper, it's there to stay. no re-writes for a more pleasing presentation. my first post on my new blog has already been written and deleted more than i care to mention. not because i need to have my thoughts organized just so, but more because i started writing about something and then lost my train of thought. it is 12:43 am for crying out loud. but somehow, my drooping eyelids can't curb my enthusiasm for this wonderful creation of the electronic blogging world. just the thought of recording life as it is happening and being able to share it with others, or just me, makes me smile. 

the purpose of this blog, or maybe it's mission statement, is to be an outlet for all the things that clutter my mind. maybe it's wedding plans or ideas, perhaps it's the perils of the academic world, or it could be my concerns about politics or human rights or ice cream flavors. whatever the thoughts may be, putting them down helps me to calm the tumultuousness inside of my head.  thank goodness for this or else i might never sleep. which i intend to do right about.............now.

therefore, this blog is open for business!