I dreamt that I got promoted to Vice-President at work. On my first day as a VP, I arrived at work and opened my email…
The first email was from another VP, which said “You’re going to ruin everything. Meet me in my office so we can discuss how I can save the company from you.” I thought “This is not going to be a fun meeting.”
This morning I was having action/adventure spy dreams. Kind of like a Clive Cussler novel, except for the bad dialogue and improbable situations. No, wait; exactly like a Clive Cussler novel.
The entire dream can be summarized with the following line of dialogue:
Do you really expect me to drive up to Berkeley on the 101 freeway with a 250 megaton nuclear warhead in the backseat? You’re the one with the submarine – you take it there to get it fixed!
It was the last day of high school, and for some reason, I was pushing a shopping cart up a hill. A girl upon whom I’d had a crush walked by and offered to help. Next thing, we were then at the top of the hill, me pushing the cart and her pushing me.
I say “I didn’t actually have to move the cart. I just liked having you close to me.” She replies “Does this mean you’ll finally ask me out?” I answer “you mean this is all it took? Why was I so afraid to ask you?”
Next thing, I’m meeting her parents. She introduces her father, who is for some reason German and has a goatee, as “Doctor something-or-other.” I shake his hand and say “Nice to meet you Doctor.” He replies “Undt you are?”
Somewhat in shock that I’m meeting her parents and yet she apparently has never even mentioned me to them, I say “I’m Darren Holloway.”
He replies “Ah! Are you the Darren Holloway who has the produce stand that sells fresh chickens?”
This is the point I woke up. Obviously this dream is telling me that the reason why I’m still single is because I’m shy, and because I don’t have a shopping cart. Perhaps I should try homelessness as a strategy for meeting women.
I woke up this morning absolutely exhausted. I had my breakfast, and went so far as to lie back down in bed before I decided “No, I don’t want to go back to sleep – I want to go to day 4 of Fanime.
Today’s viewings from the fansub room:
And, of course, more photos. I managed to edit about another 30 and add them to the gallery on flickr – I also changed the order so the newest ones are first.
I forgot to mention… Yesterday, seeing as the plaza in front of the convention center was full of people dressed up in costumes, some religious nut decided to bring his “worship Jesus or go to hell” sign and preach. The best part was, though, that we had a guy at the convention dressed up as Jesus, who went over and stood over said kook; the kook failed to fall down on his knees :)
I didn’t manage to get up in time to make it to the Clannad marathon, which was my other must-see of the weekend. But, seeing as it was a marathon that ran from 5:30 AM to 1 PM, I still managed to catch two episodes. In hindsight, it’s probably for the best: Clannad was made by the same studio as Air,, which was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. From what I did see of Clannad, if I’d watched the whole marathon, I would have been curled up in a corner crying for the rest of the day. If Studio Key’s motto isn’t “We’ll rip your heart out and feed it to you – repeatedly,” it probably should be.
If I’m going to be completely incapacitated for a day (or more, if it’s anything like Air was,) I think I’d rather do it at home that at a convention.
The highlight of the day was seeing two episodes of Sayonara Zetsubou Sensi 2, which was completely bizzare and absolutely hilarious. I also enjoyed Fullmetal Alchemist: The Movie. And remember how I said I didn’t find Prince of Tennis that interesting? Then why did I end up back in the fansub room watching more of it? :)
At 7:00, they had a Black and White Dance. Of course I brought my tuxedo. I even found a woman who knew how to Lindy Hop. Apparently, this is the second year they’ve had a formal dance, and this year the room was twice as big as last. And it was still too small; when I left at 9:00, there were about 200 people lined up to get in.
Photos: 250 today, but I’m having problems reading them into my computer right now – please please please don’t let the CF card be corrupted!
Update: Managed to get all but three photos off the card. Only took five hard reboots. Into the trash with you, evil CF card of epic failure!
I dreamt that I was hanging around with some friends from university right before a final exam. When the doors opened, we all went in and looked for our seats. They all found theirs, but I couldn’t find a seat with my name on it. I then remembered that I hadn’t actually registered in this course; I had registered in another course but never gone to it. So I found the proper room and the chair with my name, and sat down to start reading the exam questions.
There were only three questions: The first dealt with commenting on a paper that I’d never heard of – Perhaps if I’d gone to class, I would have read the paper.
Seeing my confusion, the instructor came over and asked “Do you have a copy of that paper?” When I replied that I didn’t, he told me there were a few extras at the front of the room. So I got out of my seat, and quietly walked to the front of the room. Everybody put their pens down to watch me.
On the table at the front of the room were copies of the paper and a few “mobiles” – not telephones, but those things that you hang over a baby’s crib that have things hanging from sticks. I picked up a copy of the paper and thought “this paper is over 200 pages long; I’ll never have time to read it before the exam is over.” I then started looking at the mobiles, trying to decide whether the one with elephants or the one with airplanes would give me a better chance of passing the exam.
And then I woke up.
I was over at my boss’ house with another developer. They were crying because they saw a comment I’d left in the software that suggested that it might be a good idea to re-think how were we doing something. They said “Do you know how much work I’ve put into that code?”
I started to say that I only wanted to leave a reminder to myself to think about other ways of doing things, but hey started crying harder. I said “I’m not going to try and argue with you when all you do is cry at me” and I left.
Then my boss’ house burnt down.
As the firemen were hosing it down, I mentioned “Isn’t it funny how your house always burns down whenever we have an argument?” That’s when I woke up because I had to pee.
I dreampt that I ran into one of my favorite professors from when I was an undergraduate in university. He was trying to convince me to enter a Ph.D. program because it would help him win a bet with another professor. Plus he was drunk.
There’s a lot of good reasons for pursuing graduate studies. There’s also a lot of bad reasons. In hindsight, I probably had more bad reasons for doing my Masters degree than good reasons. But I’m pretty sure they’d all be trumped by “I got a Ph.D. to help a drunken professor win a bet.”
I just woke up from a wierd dream. I seem to do that once in a while, but I never quite remember them later. So I thought I should write it down.
I was at my own wedding, marrying one of my ex-girlfriends. We were in Calgary. I had apparently proposed on a monday and the wedding was that same saturday. Somehow, all the preparations had happened and there were hundreds of people there, including the pope, which is strange, because we weren’t catholic. And he was just a guest, because the ceremony was performed by a Chinese minister with a bad haircut.
Right before the bride and I entered, we were talking and she said I’d be amazed at all the gifts she got me. I didn’t know that you were supposed to exchange gifts, and I had got her nothing. Because I was embarassed by this and didn’t want her to find out, I figured I should try to do something that would make her not want to marry me. So I told her that I just found out the day before that I was moving to California. She said “again? Why do you always do this?”
When it came time for us to come out, arm in arm, and walk to the front, there were a group of 3 attendants ahead of us. They practically ran to the stage, and so I tried to walk faster. My bride said “just because they ran doesn’t mean you have to.”
In addition to all the guests, there were Indian dance performances (?!) and then lindy hop performances. I was amazed that people had time to make all the costumes and chorograph the routines. Actually, I was just in awe of all the preperation and rehersals everyone had time to do. I certainly didn’t prepare or reherse. In fact, this was the first time I saw all of it, and I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing.
Then everyone disappeared and I was sitting on the stage alone, reading the schedule of events to try and figure out what came next. The minister came and asked if I wanted to go to the TV room, but I pretended to be inspecting the power plug for the stage and said “no.”
Then the performances started up again, and there was a musical solo. The soloist (not the bride) came up to me and sang in a questioning manner “Do you looo-ve meeeee?” and waited for my response. I had no idea of how I was supposed to respond, so she sang it again: “Do you loooo-ve meee?”
And then I woke up and had to pee.
edit: And now I’m done editing this and am going back to bed.