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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

DREAM with Cameo by Keith Olbermann

Dream 1: I was in a strange, modern 1-story building. AFAIK, I was the only one there, and I had just gotten out of the shower and didn't have anything on. The building was reminiscent of the CSU art building, with large-windowed halls on the perimeters, however it was more like a private home. I must have thought the windows had some sort of coating so that I could see out but no one could see in, because I was standing there, in all my nakedness, looking outside, looking at a passenger train that passed very close. There was a woman on that train who kept staring at me and giving me the evil eye. I figured she could see me, and didn't approve of my naked body (not in a prude way, but in a "you don't have a perfect body, what's wrong with you, I'm a health nut/ex-model" sort of way). She had long dark hair, olive skin, rather thin, maybe around my age or a little younger. I have no idea who she was, but it embarrassed me enough to go into a back bedroom and cover myself with a bathrobe I found there. Which gives a clue that it's not my house because I don't own a bathrobe. I hear some noise, and I see our friend Pat. Is it her house? Is it the CSU art building? We talk and sit down at a table, and Keith Olbermann happens to be sitting there too, but Pat is oblivious to him. Pat is talking about how she just had the Baseball Commissioner over at her house the other day, and, knowing from his broadcasts that he is a baseball fan, I say something like, "That's a coincidence because Keith Olbermann is here and he's a big baseball fan." And then Keith says, "That's a real coincidence because my wife is the Baseball Commissioner."

Dream 2: Background: IRL last night Stan was readying a book to ship to a foreign country but he didn't know what the country was because it wasn't written in English on the invoice. It said "Schweiz", which to me implied Switzerland, but I looked it up on Google just to make sure. So here's the dream: I looked at the package Stan was shipping (it had also grown from book-size to box-size) and it was addressed to Columbia! (no, not the Rocky Horror character, the country) I asked him why he was sending it to Columbia and not Switzerland. He said he wasn't sure that it was going to Switzerland, and he did some research, and he believes he should actually ship it to Columbia. I was going ballistic at this point, not just because he didn't believe me that it was to go to Switzerland, but because he had somehow construed in his twisted, faulty research that it went to Columbia. I told him I'd bet him that it went to Switzerland, so he told me to write down the amount of I wanted to bet on a small pad of paper. I tried to write down $20, but it came out $30. I then asked him how much he would be out if it went to the wrong country, and we should bet that amount. Then the dream mutated and I was in a house with a bunch of other people talking, and I felt rather drunk. There was a large couch in the living room, and the only way to get to the other side of the living room was to go over the couch. I tried to go over it, but it was quite the obstacle in my inebriated state. Then Stan and I were getting ready to leave. I had a backpack--whatever I had stuffed in it made it almost a completely round shape. It also hung very low, so whenever I would walk, it would hit me in the right leg, causing me to have to hop on my left leg. Stan, and some other person, were holding my hand, supporting me as I walked out the door, because I couldn't walk on my own two feet. I remember laughing and hopping. It was a bit surreal.

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Blogger Stan said...

Thank you for being concerned about the book, and it is now sent in the mail. I imagine it will take a long time for them to get the book and - maybe - it will take so long that it might as well go to Columbia first.

The base ball dream with Keith and Pat is very strange and wild how things relate to each other.

9:50 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

Weird, Stan, I just thought of this now:

Keith and Pat. Different Keith, but still. Weird. Huh.

10:24 AM  

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