August 22, 2004
Experiment failed and resulting dream from Sunday, August 22
I thought I could pick up some of my sleep talking. It didn't happen. I even tried to recite a phone number that I saw in my dream while I was dreaming. I don't think it did very well. Either it didn't pick up or I could make myself speak while dreaming (or maybe it was part of the dream).
In any case, last night's dream was interesting.
I was at a strip club that was selling tickets for a walking tour/play. What it is, I couldn't remember. The strip club was catering to the general public. That is, people and kids of all ages were coming in to see this walking tour/play. My pockets were full of stuff...coins, my wallet, $60 in $20 bills, some bubble gum wrappers and other garbage.
There was a photocopier there that had a circular opening on the top. Inside this opening was four compartments. In one of the compartments, I placed in all of my coins. I thought they would be safe there, except it wasn't the most logical place for them any anyone can steal those coins. I went out on the tour/play.
I can't remember any details about the tour/play.
I came back into the strip club, sat down, all slouched-like. Sliding the cushion out from underneath me. While I was shifting all of the contents emptied my pockets: more coins, the $60, my wallet and some more small wrappers.
A dancer approached the couch. She was a nude dancer. She pressed her body against the couch. I leaned in and managed to have her boob pressed against my face. She didn't seem to complain any. She stood up and walked away. I stood up and looked at the mess I made on the couch. Tristian Miller saw the $60 and said those where his. I told him to "Fuck off. Here, just take thse quarters". Which he did. I gathered up the rest of the coins, the bills and the wallet.
I turned towards the photocopier to store the coins again. Jason Hubbs approached me and told me that I was crazy. He shoo-ed me away from the photocopier. I opened the compartment and found that the coins I had in there before are gone now. Jason shoo-ed me away, again. I complied, sighed and started to leave the club. I was done and it was time for me to head home.
Jason Hubbs was someone from Yorkton.
Tristian Miller was someone from the U of Regina.
The stripper definately looked like someone from Charleston.
In any case, last night's dream was interesting.
I was at a strip club that was selling tickets for a walking tour/play. What it is, I couldn't remember. The strip club was catering to the general public. That is, people and kids of all ages were coming in to see this walking tour/play. My pockets were full of stuff...coins, my wallet, $60 in $20 bills, some bubble gum wrappers and other garbage.
There was a photocopier there that had a circular opening on the top. Inside this opening was four compartments. In one of the compartments, I placed in all of my coins. I thought they would be safe there, except it wasn't the most logical place for them any anyone can steal those coins. I went out on the tour/play.
I can't remember any details about the tour/play.
I came back into the strip club, sat down, all slouched-like. Sliding the cushion out from underneath me. While I was shifting all of the contents emptied my pockets: more coins, the $60, my wallet and some more small wrappers.
A dancer approached the couch. She was a nude dancer. She pressed her body against the couch. I leaned in and managed to have her boob pressed against my face. She didn't seem to complain any. She stood up and walked away. I stood up and looked at the mess I made on the couch. Tristian Miller saw the $60 and said those where his. I told him to "Fuck off. Here, just take thse quarters". Which he did. I gathered up the rest of the coins, the bills and the wallet.
I turned towards the photocopier to store the coins again. Jason Hubbs approached me and told me that I was crazy. He shoo-ed me away from the photocopier. I opened the compartment and found that the coins I had in there before are gone now. Jason shoo-ed me away, again. I complied, sighed and started to leave the club. I was done and it was time for me to head home.
Jason Hubbs was someone from Yorkton.
Tristian Miller was someone from the U of Regina.
The stripper definately looked like someone from Charleston.
