This dream, posted to LiveJournal on 3/16/05, is incredibly long. I cleaned up some of the text and divided it into three acts.
As usual, I don't remember a lot of it well. Here are some fleeting details I remember:
--A lot of the beginning took place in Japan.
--I think Rachel was there. More of my friends were probably there.
--I think there were complicated portions about buying drinks.
--I also believe I bought a bunch of CDs at some sort of Japanese clearance bin. The only one I remember was outtakes by the Jam.
--I also had a Nintendo DS, and I was playing some sort of version of WarioWare*, but all the games involved popular superheroes.
--I think there may have been a whole plot involving an '80s rock band, a shady rehearsal space, and violent police activity, but as I said, my memory of all this is fleeting at best.
--At some point, though, I was in a run-down parking deck running into various old friends, talking to them about college and the future.
--I think there was also a plot about working in a movie theater with Kelso from That '70s Show. (I think by this I mean the actual character of Kelso and not Ashton Kutcher.)
This is the part of the dream that I remember more clearly, though.
--Apparently, we lived in a really huge, sterile, hospital-like house with aluminum walls. They locked me in my room because either I was a menace or they wanted me to concentrate. It worked for a while, but there was a computer lab with all sorts of new technological things. I played around with something yellow and I flipped out and went elsewhere in the house.
--Poppy (my grandfather) was trying to win a baking contest. He was up against his arch-nemesis (some real asshole) and a celebrity chef (who was apparently not competing, he was sorta like the control in an experiment). The judges were celebrities, as well. I remember Poppy cooked some sort of dessert (some type of chocolatey cheesecakey deal) and some kind of seafood (lobster or scallops, maybe). No one got around to eating the seafood and everyone was in the judging room. We concluded that as his rival was nowhere to be found, he was influencing the judges. I don't think anyone was around.
--At around this point, I saw a complicated photocollage that one of my relatives did. It had a little booklet to explain it.
--Judging time ran out and no one was around. The judging room we were all waiting around was the laundry room, but I clearly remembered that the judging room was in the bathroom. I wandered around and the real baking contest; the one Poppy entered was a fake! But then, the fake contestants and judges confronted the real ones, and the man who put on the contest got nervous. (Apparently he put on the fake one to keep them from entering the real one.) All descended into chaos. And apparently I was making a film about it, because then I was visited by the real version of the fake professor from whom I borrowed equipment. Uh-oh.
--Then I went outside. That's all I remember about that part.
--Then Mom brought me back to the house, and I saw all the chaos that was going on before. I didn't get to see it up close, though: she took me straight to my room (from before), which was actually called the Quiet Room (so named because when you're in it, you can't see or hear anything going on in the outside world). But it wasn't just my room, there were other people there. I figured, I'll show them. I won't screw up this time. I won't play with anything yellow that might make me flip out. And for a while, I was actually focused. Then I got on a computer and logged on AIM, but only for a second, because I wasn't supposed to. I got a video message from my father, Bob Odenkirk. The last thing I remember was that I could call up outtakes from the video message, which all involved him messing up and swearing.
As I said, I may be completely wrong about a lot of this, but there it is.
I don't remember why, exactly, they kept me in the Quiet Room, or what I did right when I left. The second time around, it was so I wouldn't get distracted by anything, but the first time there was a specific purpose.
Maybe I'll remember later.
N.B.: I didn't.
*WarioWare: a series of video games in which you must play a series of really short games (generally lasting for eight beats of music), typically with one word of instruction.
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