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3pipeproblemAnd in this case, the question is "What the hell?"
I had another dream that I remembered last night. If this keeps up, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. It's ridiculously detailed, so I'll give you a cut.
My family and I were in Florida. I knew this because we were staying in a condo on the beach. Anyway, I have to leave on a plane at 7:00 (all by myself, for some reason) to go to some unknown place. My family is hanging out on the beach, but I decide to go see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (see? I get the weirdest details in my dreams). My mom approves my plan. The movie starts at 4:30, and she tells me to be back by 6:00. I see no problem with this, despite the fact that the movie is definitely longer than 90 minutes. I go see the movie, then take a look at my watch when I get out. I decide that my watch (on confusing military time) says it's 2:00, so I have some time to kill. Why I decided this, I don't know. It probably had something to do with California, where my watch was 2 hours off and I didn't know how to set it.
Anyway...there's a carnival right outside the theater. Well, it's more of a bunch of booths with carnival games going up and down this long hallway-like structure. It's like a hallway, but the top is open so the sun is visible, and the floor is concrete. The sides are wood with peeling green paint. So I check out all these game booths. The weird thing (OK, I'm pretty sure there's more than one thing that's weird about this) is that I must've invented all these games in my mind, because I go to like 15 stalls and they all have different carnival games. Sadly, I don't remember any of them now, except the duck game, which is pretty standard.
Suddenly, I check my watch again and realize that it's 6:50. I freak out because I'm going to miss my flight. So I get in this long line of people along the side of the hallway-thingy, but they're all moving very slowly. And a lot of them have surfboards for some reason. I finally leave the hallway at my exit (yes, it had exit signs, like a highway) and high-tail it to my condo. This involves running up and staggering down sandy hills. I finally get near to the building, but there's a gigantic baseball field (made of sand) in front of it. I start running through the baseball field, knee-deep in sand (at the time, I'm thinking, "Too bad I didn't bring a mitt."). Then I just quit and decide to go back to the hallway. I walk to the end of the hall without seeing my "exit" and end up in a cross between the Chicago train station and the entrance to a pool. Then I see my mom talking to someone at a desk.
We then have a conversation that recaps the entire dream, basically. Then I woke up.
Beecher: And I'm supposed to glean what from this story?
I had another dream that I remembered last night. If this keeps up, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. It's ridiculously detailed, so I'll give you a cut.
My family and I were in Florida. I knew this because we were staying in a condo on the beach. Anyway, I have to leave on a plane at 7:00 (all by myself, for some reason) to go to some unknown place. My family is hanging out on the beach, but I decide to go see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (see? I get the weirdest details in my dreams). My mom approves my plan. The movie starts at 4:30, and she tells me to be back by 6:00. I see no problem with this, despite the fact that the movie is definitely longer than 90 minutes. I go see the movie, then take a look at my watch when I get out. I decide that my watch (on confusing military time) says it's 2:00, so I have some time to kill. Why I decided this, I don't know. It probably had something to do with California, where my watch was 2 hours off and I didn't know how to set it.
Anyway...there's a carnival right outside the theater. Well, it's more of a bunch of booths with carnival games going up and down this long hallway-like structure. It's like a hallway, but the top is open so the sun is visible, and the floor is concrete. The sides are wood with peeling green paint. So I check out all these game booths. The weird thing (OK, I'm pretty sure there's more than one thing that's weird about this) is that I must've invented all these games in my mind, because I go to like 15 stalls and they all have different carnival games. Sadly, I don't remember any of them now, except the duck game, which is pretty standard.
Suddenly, I check my watch again and realize that it's 6:50. I freak out because I'm going to miss my flight. So I get in this long line of people along the side of the hallway-thingy, but they're all moving very slowly. And a lot of them have surfboards for some reason. I finally leave the hallway at my exit (yes, it had exit signs, like a highway) and high-tail it to my condo. This involves running up and staggering down sandy hills. I finally get near to the building, but there's a gigantic baseball field (made of sand) in front of it. I start running through the baseball field, knee-deep in sand (at the time, I'm thinking, "Too bad I didn't bring a mitt."). Then I just quit and decide to go back to the hallway. I walk to the end of the hall without seeing my "exit" and end up in a cross between the Chicago train station and the entrance to a pool. Then I see my mom talking to someone at a desk.
We then have a conversation that recaps the entire dream, basically. Then I woke up.
Beecher: And I'm supposed to glean what from this story?
