Last night was the most political dream I have ever had. Being as China owns so many US Treasury Notes and the US's economy is slumping, the Chinese government had to do something to protect their investment. Upon waking up in a small apartment, my parents stopped by to tell me that the Chinese government was sending literature to all families. With impeccable timing, the doorbell rang and I went to answer.
After opening the door, there was a tube mailer by the door which I brought in. Upon opening, I saw a large Red Scroll with black cutouts that looked like a wall handing. Also included was a book that was designed to teach us basic Mandarin. After looking everything over, I realized that the Communist Party of China was planning on taking over the US.
I began to dig deeper and I found that this was all wrapped in the guise of opening an airline program between the US and China that allowed business travelers to fly at a reduced rate to increase foreign trade output to help surge the economy. Of course the true importers didn't need airline specials, but it seemed like an explanation that would be easy to feed the masses.
After learning all of this, I tried to wake up Juliet in our small apartment room. The room was messy with white walls, clothes all over the place, and the bed was just a mattress on the floor. When Juliet awoke, she got upset with me and refused to get up and have a look. This is when I woke up and to this moment, I still cannot get this dream out of my head.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Hospital
While it is not a dream, I feel the need to write a bit about this. As of last Friday, my dad has been in the hospital. He had such a tough night before my mother took him, that he told her he felt like he was going to pass away. He was delirious, dehydrated, and he had collapsed a couple times. One of the times, he had fallen on Kahlua.
When my dad arrived at the hospital, he was stuck in the hallway of the ER until about 4pm. It was a tough day for this all to happen, as I had a rib out that needed fixing and I had a massage appointment at 4:00. After that, I had to get to my accountant to give him my LLC files for the year. As I wrapped that up, Jean, myself and Juliet all went to the hospital to see my dad. He was in great spirits in his room, but sounded horrible. We stayed until my mom arrived and then we all chatted a bit, before Juliet and I had to get going.
After we left, we went to the Pauly Shore comedy show at the Orleans. As a treat, Pauly's dad (Sammy Shore) opened the show. It was a set based solely on his age of 81, and how Vegas used to be. He was a dead ringer for Doug Masters, and he spoke about Vegas like my dad does. As the great set wrapped up, Sammy got very serious and began speaking about life and what it's meant to him. he also closed with a song called "When I'm young again". It was touching, and it really made me think about my life, mortality and how my dad has enjoyed his life.
The next day, I was watching the Rebel game before I headed on over. As the Rebels were down, I said "Do it for my dad", and sure enough they did. The point deficit dropped and the rebels magically took the lead. After the game was over, I went to the hospital to tell my dad all about it. As sick as he was, he was so happy to hear all about it. We waited until the 5 o clock newss was on so that he could see the highlights. After that and talking for a bit more, I went to Ivo's to get some food. After a nice meal, I headed back quickly and came into the dark room where my dad was sleeping. He was about to wake up, but I told him to keep resting. He fell back asleep promptly, and I curled up on the little couch and took a nap myself. When we woke up around 8, he told me to get on home, and that he really appreciated me being there for him throughout the day. It made it all go by fast for him.
As of today, he is recovering nicely. He was diagnosed with the Flu (type B), and I realized that his age of 75, the smallest cog in the wheel can be deadly serious. I've never taken a day with my day for granted, but realizing that his mortality is so frail at his age, I know that every day he is around us is truly a blessing. However, nobody is stringer than my dad, so I know that another 20 years might not be out of the question! :)
When my dad arrived at the hospital, he was stuck in the hallway of the ER until about 4pm. It was a tough day for this all to happen, as I had a rib out that needed fixing and I had a massage appointment at 4:00. After that, I had to get to my accountant to give him my LLC files for the year. As I wrapped that up, Jean, myself and Juliet all went to the hospital to see my dad. He was in great spirits in his room, but sounded horrible. We stayed until my mom arrived and then we all chatted a bit, before Juliet and I had to get going.
After we left, we went to the Pauly Shore comedy show at the Orleans. As a treat, Pauly's dad (Sammy Shore) opened the show. It was a set based solely on his age of 81, and how Vegas used to be. He was a dead ringer for Doug Masters, and he spoke about Vegas like my dad does. As the great set wrapped up, Sammy got very serious and began speaking about life and what it's meant to him. he also closed with a song called "When I'm young again". It was touching, and it really made me think about my life, mortality and how my dad has enjoyed his life.
The next day, I was watching the Rebel game before I headed on over. As the Rebels were down, I said "Do it for my dad", and sure enough they did. The point deficit dropped and the rebels magically took the lead. After the game was over, I went to the hospital to tell my dad all about it. As sick as he was, he was so happy to hear all about it. We waited until the 5 o clock newss was on so that he could see the highlights. After that and talking for a bit more, I went to Ivo's to get some food. After a nice meal, I headed back quickly and came into the dark room where my dad was sleeping. He was about to wake up, but I told him to keep resting. He fell back asleep promptly, and I curled up on the little couch and took a nap myself. When we woke up around 8, he told me to get on home, and that he really appreciated me being there for him throughout the day. It made it all go by fast for him.
As of today, he is recovering nicely. He was diagnosed with the Flu (type B), and I realized that his age of 75, the smallest cog in the wheel can be deadly serious. I've never taken a day with my day for granted, but realizing that his mortality is so frail at his age, I know that every day he is around us is truly a blessing. However, nobody is stringer than my dad, so I know that another 20 years might not be out of the question! :)
The Wedding Day
As always, this is a dream that was all over the place. let's start with the Juliet conflict. I was looking through a photo album and I saw a pic of her snowboarding way before we were together. Stumped, I asked Jean if he knew she had snowboarded in the past. His reply was "Of course...she went with her ex-boyfriend." As I turned the page, I saw some guy with Juliet in his arms.
After almost 8 years together, I was stunned that I had never known. I approached Juliet later and asked her why she had told me previously that she'd never snowboarded. It made my gift of a snowboard to her feel a lot less special. She laughed and said not to worry. I then asked what else she was covering up, and she said nothing. It was at this point that I pulled out the picture of her and the guy. She began to giggle and she told me that there was a lot more than I didn't know about. I was shocked, so I asked her what else. She calmly said "I've had sex with 3 other guys". I went from 0 to pissed in .0001 seconds and I was instantly hurt. She asked what the big deal was, and I said it wouldn't have been a big deal if she'd have just been upfront from the get-go.
Moving on with the dream, I ended up in some kitchen with Juliet, Dee and Shirley. Apparently Dave had decided to get married, and they wanted Juliet to plan it. Dee and Shirley kept talking about how beautiful our wedding was, and how they hope Dave's will be just as nice. Juliet of course was not going to let them down, and she assured them. I somehow asked what gift he'd be getting, and Shirley looked at me teary eyed and said that he'd be getting the most important gift ever, as the perfect gift on the perfect day will be the most meaningful gift you can ever give a person.
After chatting a bit more, I was told I was the best man. After some smiles, I had to ask the million dollar question: "Who is he marrying anyway?". After being told it was Bri, I felt an instant sadness. The talk then turned into what a sad day it would be, but I kept telling everyone that we had to support his decision. Shirley began to cry, but agreed 100%. As Dee began to sob a bit, I woke up.
Another dream i had 2 days ago involved Juliet wanting to leave me to mover to China for the year. Of course I was ready to move along with her, but she kept telling me I'd need to stay here. She was covered in her own tears and couldn't tell me why, but for some reason she insisted. We were on the playground at Thurman white as we said our final goodbye for the year.
After we parted ways, I walked over to the tennis courts, but there was a swamp area I had to cross. Being as the water was croc infested, I stood next to a large tree until there was a clear pathway, and I jumped across, swimming to the other side. I made it onto the court and I walked to court 2. As I did that, Annie, Antonella and some other girl walked up and were saying that they were glad I was back out there. We were going to play tennis, and they asked if I had brought the tennis balls. I realized I hadn't, so I was going to cross the swamp to get them in my locker, but the crocs were sitting there staring at me this time. I was confused and apparently my first instinct was to wake up.
Oddly enough when I woke up and told Juliet about the dream, she had a dream that same night that I was coming back from Costa Rica, and I didn't want to see her. The odd thing is that we've never been happier together! Sometimes these anxiety dreams can come at the oddest times.
After almost 8 years together, I was stunned that I had never known. I approached Juliet later and asked her why she had told me previously that she'd never snowboarded. It made my gift of a snowboard to her feel a lot less special. She laughed and said not to worry. I then asked what else she was covering up, and she said nothing. It was at this point that I pulled out the picture of her and the guy. She began to giggle and she told me that there was a lot more than I didn't know about. I was shocked, so I asked her what else. She calmly said "I've had sex with 3 other guys". I went from 0 to pissed in .0001 seconds and I was instantly hurt. She asked what the big deal was, and I said it wouldn't have been a big deal if she'd have just been upfront from the get-go.
Moving on with the dream, I ended up in some kitchen with Juliet, Dee and Shirley. Apparently Dave had decided to get married, and they wanted Juliet to plan it. Dee and Shirley kept talking about how beautiful our wedding was, and how they hope Dave's will be just as nice. Juliet of course was not going to let them down, and she assured them. I somehow asked what gift he'd be getting, and Shirley looked at me teary eyed and said that he'd be getting the most important gift ever, as the perfect gift on the perfect day will be the most meaningful gift you can ever give a person.
After chatting a bit more, I was told I was the best man. After some smiles, I had to ask the million dollar question: "Who is he marrying anyway?". After being told it was Bri, I felt an instant sadness. The talk then turned into what a sad day it would be, but I kept telling everyone that we had to support his decision. Shirley began to cry, but agreed 100%. As Dee began to sob a bit, I woke up.
Another dream i had 2 days ago involved Juliet wanting to leave me to mover to China for the year. Of course I was ready to move along with her, but she kept telling me I'd need to stay here. She was covered in her own tears and couldn't tell me why, but for some reason she insisted. We were on the playground at Thurman white as we said our final goodbye for the year.
After we parted ways, I walked over to the tennis courts, but there was a swamp area I had to cross. Being as the water was croc infested, I stood next to a large tree until there was a clear pathway, and I jumped across, swimming to the other side. I made it onto the court and I walked to court 2. As I did that, Annie, Antonella and some other girl walked up and were saying that they were glad I was back out there. We were going to play tennis, and they asked if I had brought the tennis balls. I realized I hadn't, so I was going to cross the swamp to get them in my locker, but the crocs were sitting there staring at me this time. I was confused and apparently my first instinct was to wake up.
Oddly enough when I woke up and told Juliet about the dream, she had a dream that same night that I was coming back from Costa Rica, and I didn't want to see her. The odd thing is that we've never been happier together! Sometimes these anxiety dreams can come at the oddest times.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
No Memorable Dreams, But Something Unsettling
Lately, my dreamscape has been a blank canvas. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but it is what it is.
In reference to a past dream about Alzheimers and aging: As I sat there last night listening to my father chatting with us all about a funeral/wake he attended, I noticed him reflecting back on the same stories several times. At first I figured that i was the only person that noticed him rehashing duplicate memories, but John stepped in and finished a story that he was in the midst of telling. As I looked over at my dad's face, he had a bit of a glazed over look. I don't think that has anything to do with Alzheimers as much as it has to do with him feeling his mortality. He kept stating that Freddie Bell was 2 years younger than him.
On top of that, Juliet had mentioned that my dad is starting to "speak a bit like Jim", by talking about people we have no background about, and memories that are so distant that we are unable to relate. More and more, it seems as if he is trying to tell all of his tales in a race to say all that he has to. Maybe I'm reading a bit too deep into his actions, but I have a hunch that he may know something about his internal clock, or that maybe his brain is attempting to purge all that it can before it attempts to reboot.
I've been there before with my grandma, and I hope my father stays as sharp as a tack for years to come. I wish I were more of an optimist, but with him nearing 75 years old, I can't help but transform into a realist. I love my father more than one can imagine, and I'm pained to even think this way.. However, my life taught me early that humans are just that: humans. Luckily, I cherish every day on this earth, and make the best of spending time with my loved ones...tomorrow is never guranteed, and nobody knows that better than I.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
An Old Friend In Serious Trouble?
I'm far from a fan of celebrities or their gossip but in last night's dream, Britney Spears was apparently an old friend who needed a shoulder to cry on. She had called me and I met her at some hotel that was pretty nice, but far from large. It almost reminded me a bit of the Westin in Whistler, but cozier and not too many guests.
Britney met me in the downstairs restaurant for lunch. She confided in me that she's not really crazy, but that she is putting on an act so that the press would back off a bit. Of course I stated the obvious and told her that this tirade was far from shooing the gnats away. We got to talking and she was crying and I got the vibe that she was an ex-gf of mine. After more tears and her asking me to help her, I got a phone call from somebody and I had to leave as she went to the restroom. Of course she had asked me to stay and wait for her, but I had to take off.
As I was gone, I got all kinds of phone calls from her, upset about me leaving. She told me that she never expected me to turn my back on her. I told whoever I was with that I had to go back because Britney needed me there again, and the person freaked out that I knew her. Of course I said "we go way back..it's no big deal." From what i gathered, Britney only had a few friends and I was one.
When I got back, there was a table with all kinds of relatives around telling Britney that she needs to get her life in control. I sat down and apologized for flaking on her, and I told her where I was at. After I told her, I was quickly doubted and a TV screen popped up beind a relative. A playback showed me by a pool talking to somebody, doing the exact opposite of where I said I was.
After Britney saw that, she called me a liar and she ran off. For some reason, a scene flashed and I saw her standing above a sink, slitting her wrists with arazor blade. Of course, I was startled awake.
This was probably the strangest dream I've ever had, and for some reason I had a humane connection with Britney. Very odd.
Britney met me in the downstairs restaurant for lunch. She confided in me that she's not really crazy, but that she is putting on an act so that the press would back off a bit. Of course I stated the obvious and told her that this tirade was far from shooing the gnats away. We got to talking and she was crying and I got the vibe that she was an ex-gf of mine. After more tears and her asking me to help her, I got a phone call from somebody and I had to leave as she went to the restroom. Of course she had asked me to stay and wait for her, but I had to take off.
As I was gone, I got all kinds of phone calls from her, upset about me leaving. She told me that she never expected me to turn my back on her. I told whoever I was with that I had to go back because Britney needed me there again, and the person freaked out that I knew her. Of course I said "we go way back..it's no big deal." From what i gathered, Britney only had a few friends and I was one.
When I got back, there was a table with all kinds of relatives around telling Britney that she needs to get her life in control. I sat down and apologized for flaking on her, and I told her where I was at. After I told her, I was quickly doubted and a TV screen popped up beind a relative. A playback showed me by a pool talking to somebody, doing the exact opposite of where I said I was.
After Britney saw that, she called me a liar and she ran off. For some reason, a scene flashed and I saw her standing above a sink, slitting her wrists with arazor blade. Of course, I was startled awake.
This was probably the strangest dream I've ever had, and for some reason I had a humane connection with Britney. Very odd.
Friday, January 4, 2008
The More We Learn, The More The Brain Fills
I haven't written here in a while, as things have been going pretty well in my life. However, I had some strange dreams these last few days. One had to do with Alzheimer's and my father. It wasn't that he had contracted it, but I started worrying about it affecting my father and this weird epiphany struck me: We spend our entire lives learning as much as we can...In a constant information overflow. We always seek to learn, yet 1 day we all have a shot at losing our mind completely. Is there a some kind of button in our head that is pushed, and somehow dumps all data we've had over the years, except the knowledge to just survive on the bare minimum?
I am pretty sure this was during the dream I had about Juliet and I purchasing a new home. We found a beautiful property that was very modern and had a massive back yard. However, the house was extremely cluttered. What i loved about the house was the backyard. It had a beautiful pool with overpasses and grotto'esque caves. What stuck out was this tiny little bridge stepping over a narrow canal of water. As we walked back into the home after being outside, we noticed that the place had an extra room that we weren't aware of. It had floor to ceiling windows looking into the back yard, and plenty of room for a plasma on the wall and a seating area for theatre viewing. Of course this room was a mess as well. I also remember saying "This house is well over 2,000 square feet!" and I awoke.
I've still been having the weird instances of me sensing songs that will be playing next. I've also had a few things where people were going to tell me something and I already knew. Aside from that, life has been treating me fairly well. Up's and down's, but more up's than anything.
At this point in my life, I'm noticing that a lot of feelings of mortality have been kicking in. I'm aware that i won't be here forever, and I find myself preparing for my loved ones to pass one day. It's a saddening thought, but it is making me realize that I need to cherish each day on this earth, and the people who surround me.
I am pretty sure this was during the dream I had about Juliet and I purchasing a new home. We found a beautiful property that was very modern and had a massive back yard. However, the house was extremely cluttered. What i loved about the house was the backyard. It had a beautiful pool with overpasses and grotto'esque caves. What stuck out was this tiny little bridge stepping over a narrow canal of water. As we walked back into the home after being outside, we noticed that the place had an extra room that we weren't aware of. It had floor to ceiling windows looking into the back yard, and plenty of room for a plasma on the wall and a seating area for theatre viewing. Of course this room was a mess as well. I also remember saying "This house is well over 2,000 square feet!" and I awoke.
I've still been having the weird instances of me sensing songs that will be playing next. I've also had a few things where people were going to tell me something and I already knew. Aside from that, life has been treating me fairly well. Up's and down's, but more up's than anything.
At this point in my life, I'm noticing that a lot of feelings of mortality have been kicking in. I'm aware that i won't be here forever, and I find myself preparing for my loved ones to pass one day. It's a saddening thought, but it is making me realize that I need to cherish each day on this earth, and the people who surround me.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Bits And Pieces
2076 at 6:30
Michael Goldstein
No idea what it means. It just came to me scattered in dreams. When I woke up, I also had Flyleaf's "All Around Me" in my head. As I sat down and had the chorus in mind, I looked at my Winamp. That song was streaming on Internet radio, so I turned up the volume. The song was right where I was picturing it. This is the 3rd time in 1 week I've been able to know what song was on or coming on next without any hints. The other 2 were Black parade and Brown Eyed Girl.
For some reason my senses are on overload lately, so I'm wondering what the above info means.
Michael Goldstein
No idea what it means. It just came to me scattered in dreams. When I woke up, I also had Flyleaf's "All Around Me" in my head. As I sat down and had the chorus in mind, I looked at my Winamp. That song was streaming on Internet radio, so I turned up the volume. The song was right where I was picturing it. This is the 3rd time in 1 week I've been able to know what song was on or coming on next without any hints. The other 2 were Black parade and Brown Eyed Girl.
For some reason my senses are on overload lately, so I'm wondering what the above info means.
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