Date of dream: Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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I was travelling to NYC to hang out with a friend who lives in the area. For some reason, my family was around with me
too, and I was applying for a bunch of jobs. But first, I found myself at a Panera. I really wanted one of those chocolate
croissants, but I was afraid of how many calories were in it and how that would affect my eating for the day. Apparently
between his job at the Daily Show, Jon Stewart worked at a Panera and I was surprised to find him behind the counter as
I tried to figure out what bread object I wanted.
The selection of bread-items was large, like you'd expect at a Panera, but more like the selections you'd find in the
bakery section of a Japanese store. There were all sorts of packaged breads baked with weird things like cheese and
slices of lemon on them, and although I was looking at pastries, I was seriously considering something else. Maybe
something pumpernickel?
I settled on something, finally, and sat down at a small table. Amazingly, Jon sat down across from me and we chit-
chatted until I woke up and the dream got changed when I fell back to sleep. Oops.
In this dream shift, I was still at a Panera. Jon was still at the counter. I was sitting at a bar-like counter with a guy
named Casey whom I'd met on the internet previously (but who IRL doesn't live in that area). We were talking about
something and I molded a small, big-headed figurine out of dough and set it on the counter. Casey knocked it with his
hand and I cried, "Don't hit Munch!" Yes, it was Detective Munch from Law and Order SVU. I looked up and oddly
enough, behind the counter with Jon was the guy who plays Munch. Apparently he also worked at Panera. There was a
little more conversation and then Jon wanted to show us some sort of traditional Jewish food thing.
In tiny little packets were various fruits/candies, flour, and something else. You poured it out, mixed it with water, and it
became something like oatmeal. But more gross than oatmeal. So he pours out the little baggie and has us try it. As
I'm mixing it around with my spoon, I notice a small, dead spider floating in it. I figure it's because he said it was
organic, and just try to mix it until I don't see the spider anymore. But then the little spider's legs start moving, and I spy
a bigger spider who's still alive trying to worm his way out! Eghh!
The dream probably shifted here because I woke up again.
I was in a large building where a lot of media enterprises had offices. It was also a building where I knew that Comedy
Central filmed the Daily Show and Colbert Report. I had no tickets but I figured I could buy them somewhere offa
someone. My family was also with me for part of this section of the dream. First of all, I went around this building
applying for jobs. The elevator didn't always go up and down--sometimes it had to move two or three feet to the right or
left before it went anywhere. But I went and interviewed with anyone who was looking for some sort of assistant. I
interviewed with Howard Stern, Richard Clarke (yeah, the policital guy), and with my best friend from high school. Then I
went upstairs and through a side little door that led to the studios.
The studios were as I remembered them from another dream. In the dream, I kept saying I knew what they looked like
because a friend had gone and taken pictures, but when I woke up I realized I'd already had a dream with these studios
in it. I walked around the sets and then had to leave, of course, since I had no tickets to any tapings.
I ran into my parents around that time, and we went up to a large window at the top of the building from which I could
see around for miles. I was trying to pinpoint NJ, and thought maybe I should call my friend to let her know I was in the
area and she should come find me. Heh.
Then I began telling my brother, who was also there, about the job interviews I'd just gone through. We walked down
flights and flights of stairs and wound up at a large mall where the JC Penney was darkened. I reasoned it, when my
mom asked, with, "Our Penney's was closed on Martin Luther King day too," and we walked on through the giant mall.
After going down a lot of stairs (tons) trying to find somewhere to eat, I was then telling my brother about the Panera
incident with the spider. We stopped in a booth that was at the bottom of the staircase, but my dad, who was having a
heart issue at the time, was told we couldn't stop there. There was a giant line outside the restaurant and we'd have to
wait in it. A waitress took our names on the way out and we left the building.
But then the doorbell rang, so I was officially awake. :/
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Date of dream: Thursday, November 10, 2005
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I've had so many Japan dreams ever since I came back from Japan. This was just another, but it had some ... country
ambiguities, I suppose.
I was back in Japan for some reason and I ran into some guy who I really loathe. He was following me around and
making stupid comments the whole time, acting like a lost puppy. I wished he would go away as we walked through my
old neighborhood. (It looked completely different from what it really looks like, but a few things, like the Baskin Robbins,
were correct in their existance.) He asked me how it felt to be back in Machida and I basically said, "Whatever."
We ran into a department store that doesn't really exist there and I abandoned him to go shopping. I walked around the
gothic/lolita boutiques and looked at things that were of interest to me before leaving. He, of course, followed me. I
found myself then in a new store that I thought was a store but ... there was something strange about it. It kinda looked
like a house. I went down a staircase and there were all these Disney plushies all over the staircase. The room itself
looked like a store, but the stairs looked like a display area and it seemed like I wasn't supposed to be there at all. I
went upstairs and discovered that the room was actually a baby's room and this was a house. It was Mike
Malloy's house, and his wife, baby, and some random supporters were all there.
I was talking to the other people there, a little bit shy because I didn't think I should be there, but they said it was okay.
They were all liberals so they wanted to talk about liberal things and causes and I was welcome to join with them. I hung
around, and it turned out that Malloy was doing a broadcast from his house and we could listen in and then talk to
him during the commercial breaks. I hung around for a while, snooped around the house, and then left, realizing that the
guy who had been following me around had finally decided to fuck off after being abandoned in this house for hours.
I left and I was in an apartment hallway. A cat peered out at me and then suddenly there were TONS of cats coming out
to follow me down the hall.
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This is weird, since it's my second Mike Malloy dream. (If you don't know who he is, he's a radio personality and I listen
to his show on occasion.) I know he was in the dream because I saw a clip of him on Fox News when watching
Outfoxed last night (I think) but I don't know why he winds up in my dreams and someone like Randi or other
AAR personalities who I listen to more often ... aren't.
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Date of dream: Saturday, July 09, 2005
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I was with my usual con-mates, Jen and Julie, along with some people I didn't know and That Ryan Guy. We were in
some town (I think it was in Japan, or at least, it acted like it was) for some con, and we had to spend a day at this sleazy
little hotel. The hotel itself had six rooms in it and we were making a total mess of the room. We had stuff EVERYWHERE.
And this wasn't even our destination! We were just staying there while we were on our way to the convention.
In the room were many amenities, including blueberry pies and a sewing set. Not just a teeny little "woops" set. A big,
full set with all sorts of crap in it. We'd already paid the $50 for the room, so we figured we'd take advantage of the
amenities. I first put the pies in a bag and kept rearranging them so that they didn't get squished. I figured we could eat
them later. Then we started taking sewing items--scissors, needles, rulers--and stuffing them into our luggage. We
figured out a way to get all the stuff into our bags and That Ryan Guy almost sat in a pie, but he didn't and although we
hadn't spent the night, we left the hotel and moved on to go to the convention.
As we walked through the town, across a brick-paved area with little trees planted in circular plots, we saw tons of
cosplayers. They were mostly Malice Mizer cosplayers (who we were dressing as) and one looked like she was wearing
my Gardenia dress from 2002. At the end of the paved area, we reached a Kay-Bee toy store and walked inside. As we
were going up the escalator, I realized that I had long hair and had packed my Illuminati Gackt costume ... but no wig.
"It's okay," I thought, "Maybe I can get a wig somewhere else." But it wouldn't be "accurate" enough so I was worried.
At any rate, we reached the top of the escalator and up there was where we were going to stay for the remainder of the
con. All it was ... was a hallway where other con-goers had staked out their own spots on the floor, like in an emergency
shelter of some sort. At least we had pie. We put down our suitcases and opened them up and there was a girl nearby
who I recognized from Dir en grey concerts. Then ... I woke up.
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