January 6, 2004

• Now I hope no one will shun me for this admission, but I was watching MTV the other day. (ack, ducks heavy object thrown at head) Forgive me, I was sick and just flipping through the channels. I caught about the last half hour of this movie called Volcano High though, which stopped my channel travails.

  
  

  OMG, it was too funny. Keep in mind I grew up watching Kung Fu Theater just about every Saturday afternoon for many years, so my enjoyment of this movie can be explained by my misspent youth. Believe me, I’ve not been a big fan of MTV since they canned Daria, but that’s another story.

  
  

  Of course, I mention Volcano High because last night I had this hilarious/scary dream of a kung fu variety. Well, I finally used the tape recorder I requested for the holiday to record my dreaming. I know I would have forgot half the dream if I hadn’t (like I’ve already forgotten the dream I had later in the morning and didn’t record because I was getting up). Boy am I slurry at whatever the o’clock it was when I woke up.

  
  

  Forgive me again, I must sing “everyone was kung fu fighting,” just for a moment… heheh

  
  

  OK, onto the dream. First a bunch of us (martial arts types) were on this island in the middle of the ocean, very Mortal Kombat… At its center was a geiser, and somehow we had upset the earth’s magnetics with all our super-chi fighting and the geiser was erupting and all these huge tsunamis were crashing onto the island. So right before the waves came back, the geiser would erupt and I would jump up into the air, carrying someone. (I don’t remember who it was, but they were old, maybe a teacher.)

  
  

  Everytime the tsunamis came crashing in, I jumped up and after a while, it was like a trampoline, I kept getting higher and higher till I pretty much had to grab onto the Earth’s magnetic field (which I could see as a something like a huge mesh covering the earth) and bungi back.

  
  

  I had this really weird image of one of those little wooden benches (the kind that aren’t even six inches high) going back and forth under the ocean and causing the waves. Of course, it was the size of a continent, but I kicked it over and the whole mess finally settled down. lol

  
  

  Someone said the tsunamis were caused by the earth making several new poles, but somehow I think it was that darn bench. The Earth settled down with two poles again and someone else said that the island was the South Pole now.(Interesting, would that make it Antarctica?)

  
  

  So then we all got back down to fighting. This weird albino chick all in white was leading the opposition and this guy with really big arms (like so long he walked on all fours) had a grudge against me. I killed his father or brother or something. So he managed to get me down on the ground and was trying to crush me with his elbows. lol I guess if you’re gonna die, it’s nice to think it’s in a way no one else can claim. heh Yeah, got crushed by some guy’s mutant elbows in a kung fu fight to the death, you? lol

  
  

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  Oh, I remember part of the dream I had this morning now. I was planning on going away for a few days camping and people kept giving me things, like tv dinners, to take with me even though they didn’t want me to go. But everything they gave me was stupid, like how do you make a tv dinner without an oven anyway? Then I got to thinking about what time of year it was and that my sleeping bag just would not be warm enough. I didn’t have any money for hotels, and I didn’t want to sleep in the car.

  
  

  My dream family was not my waking family, so in the dream I had an aunt and a father and cousins. Of course, even my dream dad was a drunk, go figure. He didn’t want me to go at all and said I had a smart mouth. He dragged me to this shed and stuck me in a big cage like I’ve seen parrots in sometimes. Then he gagged me to shut me up and tied my arms to the sides of the cage (I suppose so I couldn’t work the cage door). There was also one of those sharp nosed little dogs (a terrier I think) which was my dog in the dream. It kept barking and barking, and my dad shoved it in a little dog cage next to me. But when it didn’t stop barking, he kicked the cage around till it died!

  
  

  Then my aunt and mother and cousins were in a minivan on a rainy road and suddenly they decided they couldn’t leave me with my dad. Apparently they’d known what he was going to do and went along with it because they didn’t want me to go away. In fact, my aunt said, “We can’t leave her with that Drunk!” and tried to put the van in reverse, but she put it into neutral instead or couldn’t get any traction and the tires just spun and screamed on the wet tarmac. Then she was pulled over by the police and had to tell them everything.

  
  

  Altogether not a nice dream. No wonder I forgot it.

  
  

   

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