August 25, 2004
Media integration from August 25, 2004
This is the second time (that I'm aware of) in which some sort of media integrated itself into my dreams. I thought I could go on the day and just forget the dream because I have work to do. It refuses to leave my head...So if I must, I must:
It started with a "Fast motion camera". It looked like some sort of hobby room because it was so messy and busy. There was a man and I think someone else was there. I didn't know who. There was a card game. And then the man placed a vibrating football game on the table. The ball moved and the players would move in such a way where all you really need to do is watch. You hope that your side would intercept the football and prevent it from going inside the goal.
The man had straight short dark brown hair, a red shirt, a few pounds. He sort of looked like Joe Flarhety.
The vibrating football game had black and white Saskatchewan Roughrider decal game stickers. On the game table, there were green and white and black and green football players. The black and green football players just scored a goal.
Then the dream shifted to on the football field. I was on there. There was a helicopter. It crashed but bounced back onto the football field. This football field wasn't on grass or "Astro-turf". It was on cardboard with a shiny flawless surface. Or at least it was. After the helicopter bounced itself upright onto the field, there was a helicopter blade mark on the field.
A general stepped out on to the field and asked me "What are you doing in Saskatchewan?".
I was sent in somewhere for recon duty. It was in some sort of stronghold (prison?) made entirely of bricks. It looked pretty run down. I was wearing a decorated uniform carrying my gun and whatever it is a soldier would carry.
Last thing I remember I was on a tire swing inside this brick stronghold/prison. There was a group of hecklers. I turned to them and started to intimidate them, making threatening remarks and giving them the finger. The swing was going around in wider circles, the jeering from the hecklers and my intimidating remarks started to heat up pretty good.
I woke up to my TV, which was on A&E. On A&E was some sort of Cold War movie. I was mixing in elements from the Cold War movie with my dream. Specifically, some of the voices of the actors including, I think, Sydney Poitier, and the incidental plot music.
It started with a "Fast motion camera". It looked like some sort of hobby room because it was so messy and busy. There was a man and I think someone else was there. I didn't know who. There was a card game. And then the man placed a vibrating football game on the table. The ball moved and the players would move in such a way where all you really need to do is watch. You hope that your side would intercept the football and prevent it from going inside the goal.
The man had straight short dark brown hair, a red shirt, a few pounds. He sort of looked like Joe Flarhety.
The vibrating football game had black and white Saskatchewan Roughrider decal game stickers. On the game table, there were green and white and black and green football players. The black and green football players just scored a goal.
Then the dream shifted to on the football field. I was on there. There was a helicopter. It crashed but bounced back onto the football field. This football field wasn't on grass or "Astro-turf". It was on cardboard with a shiny flawless surface. Or at least it was. After the helicopter bounced itself upright onto the field, there was a helicopter blade mark on the field.
A general stepped out on to the field and asked me "What are you doing in Saskatchewan?".
I was sent in somewhere for recon duty. It was in some sort of stronghold (prison?) made entirely of bricks. It looked pretty run down. I was wearing a decorated uniform carrying my gun and whatever it is a soldier would carry.
Last thing I remember I was on a tire swing inside this brick stronghold/prison. There was a group of hecklers. I turned to them and started to intimidate them, making threatening remarks and giving them the finger. The swing was going around in wider circles, the jeering from the hecklers and my intimidating remarks started to heat up pretty good.
I woke up to my TV, which was on A&E. On A&E was some sort of Cold War movie. I was mixing in elements from the Cold War movie with my dream. Specifically, some of the voices of the actors including, I think, Sydney Poitier, and the incidental plot music.
