Another from Plasket

(Plasket, apparently still lacking the internet, sent this to me via his phone to post for him) 

I was in high school yet again. I was carrying around a black bag which I suddenly lost. Luckily, I was in Japanese class, so the teacher sent out some ninjas to look for it. They returned with a number of black objects, none of which were bags. I was disappointed. To make matters worse, we were learning swordplay, and I was not doing well. Another student offered me a cookie, but she dropped it. This enraged me to the point that I took my sword and chopped up the table of a Japanese candy and video game vendor which had spontaneously appeared. I left, but I decided to go back to the stand, partly because I felt bad, but also because they might have the Romantic Mario Collection. (?) To my disappointment, the stand had disappeared. In any case, I was late for my gig as the new Big Bird. After shooting an episode of Sesame Street, I took my costume head off and took a bow.

I left before The Price Is Right started (they were shooting next door) to start my other new job as production assistant on The Today Show (also next door, but in the other direction). As I carried in some C-stands, I noticed one of the guests was a disgruntled Conan O'Brien. I was responsible for a commercial, but it didn't go on the air. I asked Hota Kotb for a Post-It, and she told me to take one. All of hers were used. I took one and began to write "watch transitions" on it. She told me not to use that one, instead giving me an elaborately-designed note that a fashion designer who called himself Queen Kelly had painted during a commercial break. Noticing one of her other notes, I asked her, "You interviewed Syl Johnson?" She said, "Yeah, you like him?" I replied, "I didn't see it. How did it go?" I immediately realized it was bad form to admit that I didn't watch the show I worked on, but I woke up at that point, so I didn't have to deal with it.

Two From Plasket

(Plasket emailed these to me to post for him)

I was taking a class in my dad's basement. In another dream, there was a class in my living room, so I knew it was normal for classes to be held in my house. I think it was a music class. The teacher said something about Lilian Gish, and I wound up having a long discussion with her about the movie Night of the Hunter and how Gish held the record for longest acting career. Then the basement floor started to come apart. Under the carpet, I saw a bunch of boxes of frozen fish and seafood. I started trying to get the other students OUT of the basement. At this point, a screen came up that said "The End" and explained that this had all been a cartoon. The last thing I saw before I woke up was an elaborate film leader at the end of the cartoon.

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I had a couple of dreams about family reunions. In one of them, I was riding a horse. Both of them involved love interests turning out to be family members. They were different sides of my family, though. The next one was bizarre. The premise was that my mom had left my dad and was getting married to one of his brothers. Dad was driving me to the ceremony, but for some reason, we were sidetracked at a New Jersey high school where Sparks may or may not have been playing. I was wondering if I would have to live in NJ after the wedding. We went out to an elaborate parking garage. He had a remote which paged an invisible robot who told us where our car was. The elevator system was based on puzzles I kept failing. Dad was getting upset because we were missing the wedding. Somehow I wound up at some sort of rock movie theater and/or art gallery. I saw some people from high school I was trying to avoid. Dad made a cup of coffee before he left, and there was a baby in it.

The Congo

I was in Africa. Apparently I was in The Congo, which looked like a wealthy suburb of a modern big city. I could see the Sphinx and the Great Pyramids off in the distance, and they looked very different from that angle -- apparently they are flat if you view them from the side. Suddenly, I looked in the sky and saw a small plane take a nosedive and crash in the distance. I started to run to the scene to try and help, but I didn't know which way to go until a woman came out of a nearby house and said they crashed in "the parking lot." So I started to go toward the parking lot, but ended up in a large building with many art studios. At this point, the plane crash was no longer a concern and I was wandering through the building looking at art. I saw a famous cartoonist hard at work. Eventually I found a locked-up, unused room. It was in disrepair, and housed a few chairs, a broken jukebox, and a bookshelf with some books and CDs on it. I found a book about R.E.M. called The Green Tour, which was about one specific concert on their 1989 tour.

summer job as cleaner for assassin

The back story of this dream is that my supervisor is an assassin, and I had been spending my summer on a crew with 2 other guys, cleaning up the scene after she has killed a target. Disposing of the body, properly dealing with blood-borne pathogen risks, you know, the usual. So none of my dream was directly about this, but I knew that's what I'd been doing in the recent past.

It's back-to-school time, and I'm about to get into my regular cleaning routine. I catch my supervisor in the hallway, and tell her I need my pay for my "summer work" still. She says, "oh yeah, yeah sure." After she still hasn't paid me a few days later, my parents come over to my work to demand my pay from her. They reluctantly tell me she has changed her mind, and feels I had been volunteering my time, in actuality. I take her to court.

"Court" is the school library, and she and I are there along with a couple of people to hear our complaints and resolve the conflict. She starts by saying again that I was a volunteer. I rebut with, "Well, if I knew I wasn't going to be getting paid, I would have just taken a summer job at Starbucks then! The point of doing all the dirty work was to get the money. Otherwise I would have been at Starbucks." I can feel that the room is swaying to my side, and I will probably be getting my money soon. The dream is coming to an end, but before it does, I think about how the cat is out of the bag with all these people in the library about the whole assassin business. I hope there aren't any repercussions from that.

by KT

Ted's Store

I took a walk to the new store Ted was opening. On the way there, I passed through every other business on the street -- they all had side doors that connected them to each other in a big chain. Some of the store owners gave me dirty looks, but I pressed onward.

Eventually I reached Ted's store. I had to go outside to get to it -- it was its own building, not connected to anything else. Ted was there, but he was busy running about, getting everything ready. The interior was pure white. The store was very sparse, with 3 or 4 display racks. The first display was a shelf of superhero comics. On the reverse side was a random assortment of items: one hardcover book, some melted candles, and a bunch of Barbie dolls with misshapen heads. On the other side of the room was a cooler with some beverages, and a table holding more random items (I seem to recall a faberge egg). There were some t-shirts behind the counter.

At this point, I had an idea to film someone walking out of the store, for a movie I was making. So I set up all this equipment on a bridge that overlooked Ted's store. Then my dream shifted to the finished product of my efforts: a music video which featured Ted's store cracking down the middle and dissolving, leaving a dance floor with a bunch of animated dancing people going crazy.

Feather Recipe

In my dream, I was reading a lengthy article about how to cook bird feathers. Half of it was in comic form. It said they smelled like macaroni when you were making them.