Tower Dream

     I dreamt that the radio station that is now KEXP evolved quite a lot differently, having never gotten the money from Paul Allen that they did, they were still KCMU and 100 watts, and that I had a current relationship to the station, knew on-air personnel and so forth.

     The dream had a somewhat violent twist in that someone who was a less successful competitor in business (not that I’m rolling in success), hated me and at least left other people with the impression he wanted to kill me, he also shot up a place where I lived, didn’t shoot any people just vandalized structures.

     I was looking for a new place to live when I got to talking to some people at the station about a huge spire of sorts on the north end of the UW campus.  From the outside it resembled a tall skinny lighthouse but from the inside it had a top floor that had open windows all the way around at a height of about chest height and there were high resolution webcams pointed out in all directions.  The floor below was a living facility and it was for lease so I leased it and moved in there.

     It had the most awesome view anyone could ask for.  The only downside was the living space was fairly small, maybe 12-foot round, and you had to climb 300 feet of stairs to get there.  But the view was worth it and that’s what I most remember from the dream, looking out in particular to the South over Red Square and seeing the city skyline mostly below me was awesome.  And I had access to all the web cams and associated computer equipment and I could readily visit the radio station.

     Other than knowing someone had threatened to kill me, and for some reason I did not take the threat all that seriously, it was a fun cool dream.

More on Dreams

     I remember more.

     Somehow I got into the building over the lake.  In the building was something that resembled a giant steel toilet bowl about 30 feet wide at the top and the bottom connected with the lake water.

     Only it drew water up out of the lake into it and along with it a shark, in the clear lake I had been swimming in.


1st 58th Trip Around the Sun Dreams

     My days sleep, and it was that as I didn’t totally give up on getting a mail server back online until 6:30AM at which point I gave up and tried to sleep.  However missing the Lyrica dosage on time the night before lead to a painful time so sleeping was difficult.

     When I finally did get to sleep my sleep was rich with many dreams.  I dreamt of swimming in a large very clean lake.  It was crystal clear.  Part of the Lake went under a bridge and on the other side of the bridge there was a chain link fence that fenced it off and a building at one end that part of the lake seemed to go under.

     I walked around the fence on land and there was a big hill covered with bushes.  They were thick and there were also blackberry thorns interwoven with other vegetation.

     By this time I was joined by half a dozen other men and women and we climbed up a steep hill and fought our way through these bushes.  At the top of the hill there was a clearing and in the clearing a very old house.  There was no driveway or walkway to the house, it was totally surrounded by all of these bushes as if it were intentionally cut off and camouflaged.

     Inside the house there was a stack of strange electronics.  We each took an item and intended to take back with us for further examination.  I thought this must either be some secret military thing or an alien post of some sort.

     We were back in the woods and now I and others were armed with rifles.  I shot and killed a young buck.  Others patted me on the back and were like you’re the man.  But I didn’t feel like a man, I felt terrible for taking it’s life.  I did not need it’s life for me nourishment.  I didn’t even really like deer meat.  But I was determined to bring it back so that others might enjoy it since I had killed it.  To leave it there to rot would dishonor it’s spirit.

     There was more but like dreams often do the rest has evaporated.


A Couple Hours Left

     I’ve only got a few hours left before the Earth start’s it’s 58th orbit of our Sun.  I’m trying to work, in a bit of a mental funk right now.  I feel like I’ve pretty much ruined my life with little chance of recovery.

     Half of my family won’t talk to me, a portion of my family I’m not even legally allowed to speak to.  I’m sure the judge thought it all for the best, I disagree, such is what is left of life I guess.



     I went to the post office at 4PM to check for mail in the post office box.  My post office box was bare, just like mother Hubbard’s cupboard.

     It was SO dark, not night but super thick nasty clouds, that my car decided it was night and turned on the headlights and dimmed the dash.  I noticed every other car on the road also had it’s headlights on which is better than many do when it actually IS night.

     I thought with clouds this thick it ought to be just dumping buckets on us.  Within about 15 seconds of my having that thought it started to rain.  I’d say be careful what you wish for only this really wasn’t a wish, merely an observation.