Wide Open Spaces, and Assorted Nocturnal Weirdness

[digitaldiscipline]

Quiet day thus far at work, and a lot of people are out. Since the removal of the next row of cubicles, there's a lot of dead space by my desk... today, that's been put to use doing lunges. Then situps. Then pushups.

There may be a mid-afternoon fitness challenge of some sort if the other guy manning the phones and I get bored enough.

Last night, after falling asleep at *cough* eight thirty *cough* the ol' dreamscape was once again populated by movies that haven't been made. In addition to my usual fare (hockey, espionage), there was also football and romantic dramedy.

All braided together. With a B-list all-star cast.

Hockey: Instead of being a player, I was some sort of rich executive (played by Ron Livingston), and there was a team populated by three brothers, whose last named happened to be "Orange," and they skated out for the climactic game with one, two, and three oranges on their respective jerseys, like some sort of slot-machine jackpot combination. The announcer indicated that the trio had accounted for fifteen points in their previous game, a 7-2 victory (apparently, my subconscious knew the score of last night's Sabres-Predators game); six goals and nine assists. Not sure who they were playing, but K & I were glad to know that their team was in second place, five points behind league-leading Buffalo.

Football: mighty_man and I were doing something akin to Mark Wahlberg's character in Invincible, but were being played by Keenan Ivory Wayans and David Alan Greer. Oddly, it wasn't a comedy.

The espionage/drama was an offshoot development of the hockey storyline, but I was being played by a Shining-remake era Steven Weber, aishlynn was being played by Cynthia Watros with dark hair, and mighty_man was my business partner, portrayed by a decidedly non-Lumbergish Gary Cole, with a penchant for tweed.

This climaxed with me taking a depressing walk along a the raised walkway of a suspension bridge, against traffic, as aishlynn shouted at me from far below, along a breakwater. I may my way down, through sleet and slush, and met up with she and mighty_man in a sheltered alcove, where I took my shoes off (how did I know it was me? The shoes were my Rockports, and I had on my usual fare of ankle-high grey and white athletic socks) in two inches of cold water, poured slush out of them, and then put them back on, before we had our business reconciliation and agreed on some plan for our mutual future.



I have no bloody idea what any of this means, beyond my continuing questionable preference in socks with business attire.

Comments

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

I used to have dreams like this. Then I was finally diagnosed with sleep apena and got my CPAP. Once started actually leaving REM sleep for delta sleep my dreamscape became much less interesting.

But at least I stopped falling asleep at stop lights.

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Or even "apnea". This is what happens when I don't spell check. ;-)

[etcet.livejournal.com]

I don't think I have any sort of sleep disorder; my current theory is that the toxins released during the course of my visit with the massage therapist at my chiropractor's office caused my body to say, "Fuck you, buddy; get out of the way while we take care of this," at which point, it was drool-on-the-couch o'clock.

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Works for me. :-) I do miss my marathon dreams, though. Just not enough to risk stroking out in my sleep. :-)

[etcet.livejournal.com]

[has to double-clutch ye olde dirty minde on the phrase "stroking out"]

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Oh, ha. I'd wake up for for that. :-)

[mighty-man.livejournal.com]

I always wondered who'd play me in a movie? I always pictured Jet Li or Chow Yun Fat, but I guess Keenan Ivory or David Alan Greer would be okay. Which one was me?

Rather flattered that I showed up in 3 of 4 dreams. =8-)

[etcet.livejournal.com]

David Alan Greer. You were a running back, I was either a WR or QB.

[mighty-man.livejournal.com]

I'm cool with Greer. I even had a Bio of him taped up above my desk at CMU.

I figured you'd be the QB. I guess RB would be okay as I can't catch very well =8-)