just music notes today:

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

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...

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 (!!!!!!)

argh.

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..."

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..."

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