Wednesday, March 21, 2001

just music notes today:

Awakening: Elton John - Tiny Dancer
In Transit: Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song

Tuesday, March 20, 2001

Went to bed WAY too late last night. Can't remember a thing. Still humming "Rain on the Scarecrow".

Just floating through my lst few days @ NBCi. Can't wait to take a little time off, work on the film, enjoy the daylight hours...

Monday, March 19, 2001

Nothing to report this morning, though I did wake up several times before the alarm rang. I think my body is preparing itself for my new job. I'm going to have to get used to getting up at 5:30 (!!!!!!)


Friday, March 16, 2001

I went to bed before 10 last night, falling asleep in the middle of High Risk (a spoofy Hong Kong action flick). I swear I must have had over 8 short dreams. I only vaguely remember two of these vignettes.

I was sitting in the back of a classroom with a pistol. For some reason, I was allowed to have it. I was aiming through the scope at something on a desk in front of me. I said to someone next to me, "I bet I can peg that from here". Then I thought better of it. I was unsure of my aim and afraid to actually hit someone.

The last vignette I remember is me walking out of a building into what looked like an old mining town in Colorado. There were people on an old porch looking at me. I felt as though I were homeless or at least desperate. I saw what looked to be shoes under some rocks by a train track. I went over to investigate. There was a younger man by the tracks who was yelling at me, asking if there were any for him. I kept telling him to go away. When I started rooting through the pile of rocks, I saw that the shoes were actually colorful stones. I started throwing them at the young man to keep him at bay. I then saw some shoes which were morphing into socks. I tried to put them on, and it turned out they were long-johns. I continued putting them on as the people on the porch continued to stare.

I woke up singing MANIAC from the Flashdance soundtrack.

On my way to work, I had that stupid DMX song in my head ("Y'all gon make me lose my mind, up in here, up in here..."

Wednesday, March 14, 2001

I was wandering around a comic book or role-playing game convention for a little while, before venturing outside. It felt like the streets of a big city on a sunny day. I saw a group of geeky people I went to high school (though I couldn't remember their names). I walked up to them & said Hi, but they didn't seem to excited or surprised to see me.

I woke up humming RESPECT by Aretha Franklin.

Now I'm singing fragmented lines from a John Cougar Mellencamp song... "Rain on the scarecrow, Blood on the plow..."

Tuesday, March 13, 2001

This morning's dream was one of the longest and most involved dreams I've had in a long time. Hell, it could've been a matter of minutes but the dream felt like hours.

I was participating in a Survivor/Mole-like contest where a partner and I had to race across a whole lot of obstacles to win a race. I remember hiking along a snowy winding moutain road, I remember rafting in a huge river. I felt like I was too physically unfit to complete this race and kept telling this to my partner. We eventually stopped in a rural Chinese town/village. An official (the mayor?) kept trying to talk to us. he was speaking in some dialect I couldn't understand. Finally, he presented me with a painting or a document in a frame. I figured out that he wanted me to be the sheriff (or "Protector" as he called it) of the village. I immediately turned him down, saying that we had a race to finish. I also griped to my partner that this was all one big distraction to keep us from winning. END