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Dream Log: November 27, 2000 (idea)
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Mon Nov 27 2000 at 19:17:51
Frustration And Frequency
Driving at night with my friend August. We're on a long
road trip
to visit another friend. I've been driving for several hours and we decide to switch seats. I pull over to the
shoulder
near a three-way
intersection
. We both get out and August gets into the driver's seat. I walk around a bit, stretching my legs. Across the street is a shopping centre and I tell August I'm going to get something to drink. I cross the road and buy something at a market. Upon leaving the store, I realize I am
disoriented
. I try to find my way back to August but can't. The
stress
and
frustration
build until I begin to believe that I am lost forever and will never see August ever again.
I discover a
scam
to get many boxes of
ice cream sandwich
es for free. It involves signing up for a
cellular phone
service repeatedly and getting a
coupon
for the free
ice cream
. I am successful a few time and get some
mint chocolate chip
,
strawberry
and
vanilla
boxes. But the next time I try I run into some
bureaucratic
bullshit
. I talk with the
operator
for almost an hour, answering meaningless questions like, "what is the phone number of your local
fire marshal
?" During this time I'm talking on my
cell phone
and walking around on a road near some bus stops. It looks like an area near the applied sciences building of
UC Santa Cruz
. After a while, her
supervisor
comes on the line and starts quoting lines from the
contract
. I start yelling at him and finally get him to admit that everything was his company's fault. Strangely, I am disatisfied because now I don't know what to say. Just then I get another call and my mother comes on the line, commenting on the situation and telling what I should do as if she'd been listening in the whole time.
I hang up the phone and hear a very loud, low-pitch
rumble
. In my mind, I receive the knowledge that I've
attuned
my mind to a very low
frequency
as a result of the
negative
energy surrounding the situation.
Reflex
ively, I tune up and the rumble fades away to be replaced by a very high frequency
tone
of the sort I'm used to hearing in the quiet of night as I go to sleep. But it's so loud that it wakes me up.
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Burly
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Junkyard Wars
Nazi
Catholic Church
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Every Which Way but Loose
West Germany
East Germany
French fries
Christmas
vegetable
WWII
baseball
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