August 23, 2006 - My Log Saw Something

I was at Kim's, and we were out on her front steps. I noticed I had a ticket on my car window. That made no sense; I didn't do anything wrong. Apparently the ticket was for parking too close to the yellow paint on the curb. WTF? People park with their cars hanging over that yellow line all the time! In fact, there were about three cars around, that I noticed had been there since the night before, that were either hanging over the yellow, or closer to the yellow than I was!

I wasn't going to stand for this. I wasn't going to give in. I was going to fight this. I had left my cell phone in Kims place, so there was a lot of running back and forth trying to get it, and then trying to locate what number to call. There was nothing clear on the ticket. I was pissed. Then some dude ran into my car.

This jerk was driving a white thing; I'm not sure exactly what it was, but I didn't care. And he didn't just tap Sedgewick, he kept going. He kept driving until his white piece of crap was on top of my little blue Subaru. I screamed at him. He finally backed up and parked across the street. Yeah, like I was going to let this go. I chased after him and somewhere in that persuit, Kim and I realized he had done that to distract us. There was something going on. We found what we thought was his car, but it belonged to a little old lady. We walked back to Kim's place.

I saw the guy standing right in front of Kim's apartment. Without thinking, I socked him right in the face...no effect. He pulled out a knife, and Kim and I hid under the porch. I tried to figure out what the non emergency number was for the police, just to tell them what this guy did to my car, and the fact that he was still here. Finally I just said "screw it" and called 911. I tried to be very quiet so this guy had no idea I was calling the police. Also, Kim and I were listening to a conversation he was having with Kim's corrupt male landlord. There was something in the apartment worth money, and they were trying to get it.

After the jerk with the knife and the hatred of my car left the area, Kim and I went up the steps to her apartment. Corrupt landlord guy was still around, and we decided we'd test him. Kim and I spoke loudly about some money she had just come into. Interestingly enough, there was a ten dollar bill on the step. I was about to pick it up, but I decided to leave it. Our plot worked. Corrupt landlord took the bait and told Kim she owed him money for some stupid thing she didn't even have a part of. She refused. (I'm not sure what all this was supposed to accomplish, but whatever it was, it did.)

Well, when we got into Kim's apartment, we saw what all the fuss was about. There were two white dishes with moving red circles on them. The circles kind of flowed like ripples in the water. I knew automatically what these were, and they definately couldn't get into the wrong hands. It was the Black Lodge and the White Lodge. Each of them were held captive in one of the dishes. I knew the only way to release them was to break the dishes. We had to protect them. I didn't know what we were going to do, but I was afraid.

Jerk boy busted in, and a fight ensued. He kept stabbing at me with his knife, and I kept grabbing it, and forcing it someplace else. Whenever it seemed like he could overpower me, I'd move. I also kept trying to lock him out, but somehow he would get through the door. He pulled out a gun, and I got shot in the bottom of my foot. It was painful. He explained that he knew what those dishes were. They were the lost fourth book (apparently in two parts) of the Lord of the Rings Saga, "The Two Circles". I don't know if he just wanted them because he was a geek, or if he was going to profit off of them someway. But either way, he was wrong, and I tried telling him so. "It's the Black Lodge!" I kept yelling. No one listened.

Jerk boy was duped into believing a white bowl (with blue trim) was "The Two Circles" and left. At least that's what I thought. Somehow I was able to see through the door, and I saw him coming back, gun cocked and everthing. I pushed the door closed with all my might, but he still shot through it. In slow motion I saw the bullet come out of the gun, and was able to move out of the way just in time. Beaker and this other black cat (but not Little Cat) were walking in and out of the apartment by way of pulling a corner of the door. Crap. That's how Jerk boy got back in.

I was sure he was going to shoot Beaker, and after my near death experience, I knew the only way to survive was to give him the dishes. Was this really worth dying for? I came to my senses rather quickly. I couldn't let the Black Lodge be unleashed on the world. Plus, I may live, but I would suffer even more for the rest of my life. The Black Lodge is an evil beyond all others. I couldn't let that happen. I'd rather die trying, quickly, than burn in hell.

More fighting ensued. The gun was gone, and it was back to the knife. I tried wrestling it away, but Jerk boy was too strong. It didn't matter though, because I had forgotten about the greedy Corrupt Landlord. The dishes had turned into books in order to tempt and fool them. The Corrupt Landlord grabbed one of them, and dropped it to the ground. One of the Lodges had been released. I didn't even have time to hope it was the White one before I felt the evil. I yelled "drop the other one!" The White Lodge had to be released in order for us to even have a chance of defeating the Black Lodge. The Corrupt Landlord finally did as I said, but the book didn't hit the ground, it fell on his foot. I ran up to it and threw it down. The White Lodge had been released. I was the only one who realized any of this.

Immediately things became weird. There were evil spirits all around, but apparently only I could see them. Marissa was with us now, and we were no longer in Kim's apartment. I looked at everything as we passed, and it was all evil. I asked Marissa if she saw anything I did, and she said "No." Only I saw the undead with their pale skin and their demonous eyes. Then I thought of Agent Cooper. If the Black Lodge could take over even him, what chance did we have? I was completely scared and freaked out.

We came across a group of people. My mother was playing with some Barbie dolls, and Marissa and I joined her. My mom's Barbies were performing some kind of musical, and she had a whole Barbie audience. Then the Barbies started to move on their own. I grabbed Marissas attention with that one, but she had a theory that there was a puppeteer above us doing all that. There was nothing sinister. Then the Barbies started getting weird, and we could see there were no strings attatched. THEN people started to listen to me.

I explained to the group about the evils of the Black Lodge, and how we had to take it down from the inside. "But, only the purest heart can get in and out of the Black Lodge untouched." Anyone who was less than pure or had a doubt in their mind would be taken over by the evil and turned into a doppleganger, just like Agent Cooper. Victor volunteered. I begged him not to go. He didn't make it.

An older man, quite possibly Major Briggs, had attended the meeting. I started say that I was afraid this was a losing battle. There can't be anyone out there with a heart that pure. We were doomed. Major Briggs interjected. He told me that twenty years ago this very thing had happened. One man went into the depths of the Black Lodge and came out alive, and whole, trapping it back into that dish. That man was actually with us. It was my dad. I was highly impressed. I had no clue he had risked his life for the good fight, but I was afraid. Was my dad still pure of heart after twenty years? Would he even try? What if I lost him? I didn't know if we had any other option. I wasn't sure I could handle it.

The loud crack of thunder as the lightning struck close by woke me up.

It's still out there...

May 1, 2006 - Back at Arms Length...it's about time

Kim and I had plans with Eric and Justine. We were going to see a movie in Schaumburg. Dont' ask me why Schaumburg, but it was Schaumburg. (Maybe I just like saying Schaumburg.) Eric was supposed to pick me up at my house the next day. For some reason, I had to go to Jennifer's house for like a sleepover or something, I don't know. All I know is I stole my parents comforter, and when I came back the next morning, I forgot their comforter, but I stole Jennifer's.

I was in a hurry. Eric was supposed to be there at 7pm for a 7:15 show. I kept telling him it takes more than 15 minutes to get to Schaumburg from my house, but he wouldn't listen. I had like 45 minutes to get ready, but things just kept coming up. Kim was at my house. I had to explain to my parents where there comforter was. Once I told my mom she told me I had to make sure to wash it. I asked her if I had to take it to the cleaners and use the large machines, and she said yes. I said that I should probably take mine in too, and she just told me it would take longer. I went to the laundrymat. There were no free machines.

I was back at home and I had 5 minutes until Eric was supposed to be there. I didn't even have time to take a shower. I put on my black Kill Hannah longsleeved shirt with the hood, and threw a jacket over it. Well, somehow, the jacket left crazy residue all over my shirt that I couldn't get off. I had to change. Kim and I waited for a while. 7pm came and went. So did 7:15. At 8pm, Eric finally showed. I was in my parents bedroom talking to them, and they said I had to bring Eric and Justine in to meet them. So I did. Kim and I headed out to the car. I made her scoot in next to Dan, and we were off.

It only took 10 minutes to get to Schaumburg from my house. We even ate dinner quickly. We had of course missed the movie, so instead we went to some place with all these ships. It was like an amusement park in the fact that you could climb over and explore the ships, and that parking was a pain. There were no rides or anything though. We walked around, and checked things out. It was pretty cool for me. Justine and Eric climbed onto a big ship, and I tried to follow. There were too many people, I just couldn't get through.

I want to say Marissa was there, but I can't verify if it was her, Kim, both, or neither that came with me as I drove my car around looking for the best place to enter. I kept finding parking spaces I either couldn't fit in, or that just didn't seem right. I saw Justine standing with Danny (not Dan), and I flagged her over. Danny mimicked my motions, like he was making fun of me. He had a white bandage covering his right eye.

Justine came over and showed us where we should park. It read "15 minute parking" and I didn't want to be towed. We found one that said "25 minute parking" and I figured that was fine. So Justine, me, and my counterpart (Rissa, Kim, both or neither) walk over to the edge of the ship, where Danny was. "So what's up with your hair?" I asked him. I meant to say "eye," but it came out "hair." He told me that as he came in, some guy was giving him a hard time, just saying he didn't like it. "So what's up with your eye?" I said it right this time.

I never did find out, because we had to leave. I thought to myself, I guess I could have parked in the 15 minute space.

April 26, 2006 - Why, Kim, WHY???

So Kim and I are at this huge stadium, getting ready for a real important Storm game. Yes, they still lost to St. Louis, but apparently they weren't ready to call it quits for the season. For some reason her and I felt highly important, like maybe we were more behind the scenes than we had been before (but not quite that far). We saw some of the guys, we said hi, and we watched them practice. Then all of the sudden, the game was called off. It was posponed to the next day or something. I'm sure more happened, because I remember feeling this air of importance to the whole situation and everything that happened. We were in Chicago, but it was much more massive of a place than the UIC Pavillion. I think it had it's own airport...it did have its own bar, and that's where we went next.

Kim, Victoria, me and some others headed over to the bar. We weren't sure if the team was going to be there, or if they were waiting until a bit later. Then I saw Sammy. And then Novi. We decided we were all hungry, and went over to the front, away from all the players, others, and the drinking, and were going to order some food. The front looked like it was closed, and none of us really wanted to eat at the bar. Thankfully, one of the waitresses said she'd take care of us, no problem, even though the manager was looking at us like he wanted to kill us.

A few more people showed up, one of them being Ken. I think at some point in time, he kept switching back and forth between him and Danny, but they could have just both been seperate, and I'm just confused. Next thing I know, we're outside and it's daylight. Sammy's talking about two CDs he just bought. He's really excited about them. Rachel's there, and I think she's talking to him. For some reason, she's getting along with him, and it's kinda freaking me out. Again, there were some other things I felt happened, but they've escaped my mind.

Then Rachel and I are all of the sudden in my room. She showed me this nifty device that is basically like a vacuum for leg hair. It takes just a little longer than shaving, but lifts the hair out by the roots. No pain and always smooth. We're supposed to be on our way someplace, but it didn't seem like we were in that much of a hurry. We were thinking we were waiting on my parents. This "suckcut" type shaving system just amazed me. I took my time until there was a beep from the driveway. Apparently everyone was waiting in the Avalanche - that included Sammy. That took me by surprise. I yell that we will be down in a minute, but Sammy yells back "just open the garage door" and he starts getting out of the car.

I freak, grab some jeans and pull them on. My legs are just about finished, but there is no time now. Then I realize I'm wearing my "zamboni" shirt Kim made me, and I wasn't going to wear that. I run to close my door and change my shirt, but for some reason, Rachel opened it back up. I yell at her to close it, but too late. Sammy walks in talking about his CDs. I cover myself and hide within my closet door. He sits down on a container in front of my dresser and starts asking me if I knew where his other CD was. I keep trying to get him to leave by saying things like "just give me a minute, and I'll help you," but he just doesn't get it. Finally I yell, "Get the hell out of my room, Sammy!" That he understands and leaves.

At this point in time, I wake up, and I can't believe it was another freaking soccer dream. Or more importantly, who was involved. I usually don't pick up dreams where Ieft off, but for some reason the nightmare was destined to continue.

My family, I and Sammy drive to this theater or something. I don't know if it's supposed to be a movie theater, or there was a speaker or what. I just know it was awkward trying to find seating. Whatever we were there to see must have been delayed, because my dad takes us out to dinner. No one seems to know where to go. My dad picks this one place, that seems like it's off of a gas station, and I suggest someplace else. My dad is mad, but he says it's fine.

I like this place from the get go. They're selling a lot of Rainbow Brite stuff. I know I'm going to waste a lot of money once we're done eating. Sammy does't know that part of me, and really, I could care less. So we take our seats, and I'm sitting across from my dad and Marissa. My mom sits on one of the ends, and Sammy sits in between Rachel and I. He makes some comment, and I say that either he and I can switch places, or he and Rachel could. There is no way on Earth, anyone would want to sit inbetween Rachel and I. It's a death sentence...no, actually, more along the lines of a license for a straight jacket.

I'm hoping he'll decide to switch places with Rachel, that way I'd be next to her, and he'd be further away from me. No dice. No one moves. I take comfort in the fact that I'm going to get some crazy milkshake with pieces of cookie dough and cake in it. It's only $2.00.

This is when my alarm clock wakes me up. I look over at Beaker, and ask her why this is all happening. I hit snooze, and fall back to sleep. I know I had short dreams within the 9 minute intervals between 6:15 and 7am, but I don't actually remember them. I'm pretty sure they continued with the story. Every now and then I have a flash of something else that could have only happened, if my dream kept going.

These continuing dream things RARELY happen to me, and they never seem to continue more than once. WHY? I would like to know, honestly. I don't mind my dreams continuing, I just wish the subject matter was different.

March 28, 2006 - Why I shouldn't eat ham sandwiches before bed

I don't remember how it all started, but the whole lot of us were in a van parked at some outdoor Bon Jovi concert. Not that it was a bad place to be, but we weren't there voluntarily. He performed "Dead or Alive" and was finishing up when Victoria and I got out of the car. We were handed a weird pair of boots and told to walk someplace. As we started off, I thought well, at least we'll get to see Bon Jovi, but no, he was on break. I told Victoria this would be the perfect time to run for it, but I guess that just wasn't an option.

Next thing I know, we're waiting for some big car to pick us up. There is a large group of people waiting for the bus, and for some reason we get on too. We just had to go down the driveway to get back to the van, but as the bus started moving, Victoria and I jumped off. There was supposed to be a car waiting for us, I didn't want to get in any trouble. All of a sudden my dad comes by and tells us no one ordered the car, and the rest of our compatriots in the van were gone. I knew where they were going, and I was going to find them.

We're at some kind of fair or such, that we're supposed to meet them at. For some reason it's not a good idea to call any of them directly, so I whip out my cell and dial Don. As the phone rings, I realize that's not that great an idea either, and I'm about to hang up when Don answers "Hey Stefanie." Now I have to pretend I actually wanted to talk to him. He tells me he now works at Springer, turning things over. "The cue-cards?" I ask him. That's a yes. That's also when I realize that we are actually on the Springer set. I start looking for Partipillo, but Don informs me he no longer works for Springer.

I explain to Don why I called him, to find my friends, but now I really don't need his help, because they're all in plain view. Danny waves to me - in a dress. I start cracking up. Great, he's a cross dresser...and he looks a lot better in heels and a boa than I do. I wave back, and Jon walks between us and also waves to Danny. Don keeps rambling on about the crazy people he meets and blah, blah, blah. Kim comes up to me and asks me if that's Hytham on the phone. I say yes, then change my answer to no. I tell her it's Don. She doesn't believe me and takes my phone to look at it. Don still rambles on. Danny has changed clothes, he's no longer wearing a dress, but I wouldn't be surprised if the heels were still there. I get the phone back as he says he really needs to start hanging out with normal people, and maybe we should get together. That comes as a total shock. Apparently to my phone too, who's connection is lost for a bad movie trailer of some "House of Death" movie.

I try to call Don back, because for some reason I didn't want him to think I hung up on him. I started thinking about Stephanie and how she deleted his number from her phone. Kim runs up to me and tells me that someone is stuck in the fence, and I have to do something. I run up to this tall chainlink fence with barbed wire around it and see it's Buster from Arrested Development. Nobody's doing anything, so I hand Kim my phone and start climbing. I think I was wearing heels too. Then it's not Buster caught in the fence, it's Katie, and she's on the other side hanging on for dear life. I reach the top of the fence and pull her over to me. I'm barely hanging on. Now she's on the same side as I am, clinging to me and the fence for dear life, and I'm yelling for someone to help. Someone just needs to grab her. Kim is too busy holding on to me. No one helps. I have to try and slowly lower her down to the ground, without falling myself. I'm guessing it worked.

Here's the thing...

It's not that I've gotten bored with this dream log idea already. It's more like since I've started this thing, I haven't really had any dreams worth posting. I can barely remember full dreams anymore, and the ones I can remember, well, they aren't really that interesting. So here are the fractions of thoughts that I've been concieving in the middle of the night.

the Bree Sharp concert
something to do with Wozniak
becoming close friends with a young Sherilyn Fenn
mob ties and getting shot at

And yes there have been some Storm related dreams, but what can I say? My life, my work, revolves around this team. I'd prefer them to stop, but no, they decided they won't. Either way, they won't stay around as complete thoughts long enough for me to turn them into a story - just images and feelings...and something about the Red Line and a baby.

March 2, 2006 - You know, you'd think after such a long break, I wouldn't be having Storm dreams...

I'm working on something at work. My office is a bit nicer, and quite cleaner. I think my computer even faces the door, so I don't have to worry about people sneaking up on me.

Then, the next thing I know, Kim and I were at a self check-out in a grocery store or something. I'm not even sure if we were actually buying anything. It was not significant at all. There was kind of a drape seperating our lane from the others. The place didn't seem packed at all. The only other people that were there, that we noticed were Sammy and Blackie. They were kind of hovering over the drape. I looked down at...well, I have no clue what it was.

After they left, I told Kim that I just couldn't make eye contact with Sammy. I said that I probably should have. To let him think he makes me nervous is letting him win. I need to be stronger. I think we talked about Blackie, who was looking rather hot that day. Then he came over. He wasn't being creepy, but really nice and fun. Then Sammy came over.

He was kind of standing behind the drape thing, mostly sheilded from my view, but he was doing something. It looked like writing. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't make eye contact if I wanted to. This guy has on occasion been such a jerk to me, but for some reason I can't dislike him. He finishes what he was doing and comes over by us. He's looking at me and he probably says something falling between the lines of charming and complete jackass-y.

Sammy and Blackie are about to leave, when Sammy kind of smiles at me and slips me a note. He tells me to call him, and I ask him if it's his real phone number or some joke he's pulling on me. He tells me it's real, and the way he looks at me leads me to believe him. They walk away, and as I'm putting the number in my back pocket, Blackie yells "Sammy's girlfriend needs to get herself a job!" I go to defend myself, and let him know I already have a job but I started by saying "Sammy's girlfriend...nevermind, I don't like where this is going." I was pretty happy though, because I felt like I had won. He had come to me.

About three days advance and I'm walking into the office. Marissa and someone else came to work with me that day. I had to call someone named Danny, and I was afraid everyone would think I was trying to call Waltman. Not that that would really matter to me, because I'd now been out with Sammy for the past three nights. No clue if we had watched Wedding Crashers yet. I think that was the original part of the dream, but I remember thinking there was no way I'd win out then succomb to that. Especially not on the first date. I'm not that kind of girl.

Some guy called the office. He was a jerk. My cousin Peter ended up getting rid of him by harassing him and putting him on hold.

There was also this subplot in which I think it was me playing the part of some other woman. Her kid, Byron, was run over by a car. But not actually. What she/me didn't know was that that was a fake kid, and the real Byron was kidnapped by someone very close to her. He then fired the maid, making it look like it was her fault the kid had died. She probably knew something.

Also in my dream, Len and I talked about my boots. They're still good boots, they're just looking crappy. Maybe I should get new ones or maybe I should polish them. Len was against the polishing idea.

My Dreams, My Rules

I have dreams. Well, most of us do. I really enjoy dreaming though, and tend to remember my dreams and the very seemingly insignificant details. Very rarely when I tell about my dream to I say "oh, I had this dream that we went to the store and bought pancakes" and that's it. My dreams usually take about five minutes to tell.

I've been told a couple times that I should write down my dreams. I tried that once. Because of all the details, it takes about a half an hour to get one dream down. Oh, I'm not waking up in the middle of the night for that! Depending on the dream, I may write it down. There are some dreams that just invoke such strong emotions in me, that I have to do something. I'm a firm believer that dreams aren't just random synapses or anything. "Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet learned how to ask." Maybe they're secret longings, or a chance to do something we never could in our lives. Maybe they're a doorway to another dimension. Maybe they're just a way for me to know what life would be like if I was, in fact, in a relationship with David Duchovny.

So on the request of my friends, I've started this post. Let's see how often this puppy will be updated. If you feel weird reading about something you never did, go no further. I can pretty much guarentee if I've met you, you'll show up in my dreams sooner or later-maybe as you, maybe as a Ninja Turtle. Also, I often dream about people I don't even know. This should be a bit of fun for all. Oh, and I may change people's names every so often to protect the innocent, the guilty and myself. If you think a character is you and you wanna know, just ask. I may tell you.

Be sure to leave me some comments. I always love getting people's feedback and opinions. Who knows? You may help me decode a dream secret that will help me finally lick this bedwetting problem.