A Post About Dreams...

So who else tends to have an awesome dream at night that you immediately want to tweet about (or post about...if you're on Threads but not on Twitter) if you abruptly wake up from it, but don't do so because you want to fall back to sleep and hope that this dream will return?

Which dream from last night was cooler: Me taking part in a Tour de France-style biking tournament here in the U.S., or me being at a Dave & Buster's restaurant where a couple of childhood friends—including that girl I had a crush on in 7th grade—surprised me on my birthday (which is next month)?

Hint: It's the dream where Romina made an appearance.

Last one: How many of you have had a dream that was so unique and action-packed that you think it'd make for a great movie you immediately wanted to write a screenplay for? But you forgot the exact details of this dream and how it played out once you woke up... Darn it.

Anyways, Happy Monday and Happy Labor Day to all of my fellow Yanks!

A Random Post About My Favorite Sitcom...

So last night, I had two dreams where I hung out with The Big Bang Theory's awesome gang of nerds at Stuart's comic book shop, The Comic Center of Pasadena!

In the first dream, I recall buying two issues for Image Comics characters that don't actually exist in real life. In case you've never heard of Image Comics before and don't feel like clicking on the link above, this company was big in the 1990s (briefly surpassing Marvel Comics in popularity)—producing such superhero titles as Spawn, Youngblood, Wetworks, Stormwatch, ShadowHawk, WildC.A.T.S and much more.

Anyways, the second dream was not as carefree, but a lot more exciting... Everyone at the shop had to seek shelter inside a panic room underneath Stuart's store after a bunch of Mafia goons, who Stuart apparently had past business dealings with, arrived with guns drawn to lay waste to The Comic Center!

I woke up before the goons actually began firing. What the heck, Stuart?! Heh.

The irony of dreaming that I chilled at The Big Bang Theory's comic book store last night is that I actually got to work as a background actor inside my favorite sitcom's comic book shop (which was a setpiece built inside Soundstage 25 at Warner Bros. Studio in Burbank) in real life 9 years ago!

The screenshot above is from the 2015 episode "The 2003 Approximation." That's Season 9, Episode 4 of The Big Bang Theory if you wanna stream it on Max or something.

Happy Friday!

Wacky Dream of the Week...

Last night, I had a messed-up dream where I punched the director of Road to Perdition (he looked nothing like Sam Mendes, who actually helmed the 2002 film) a few times in the face for acting rude to Jenna Fischer (who played Pam Beesly in NBC's The Office) at a film screening.

Fischer then complained to me that she got a ticket earlier because the cop thought she was eating an In-N-Out burger while driving. And she also got a flat tire. Happy Thursday!

A Weird Dream to Save the World...

So last night, I had an odd but memorable dream where I was part of a ragtag team that had to save the world from...a giant chicken (much bigger than the one that Peter Griffin occasionally scraps with on FOX TV's Family Guy). The team consisted of ex-coworkers, random ladies that I may or may not have met in real life, Jayma Mays from the new film American Made (which I saw at the theater yesterday; great movie) and Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. The last thing we did before I woke up (darn it) was dive into a giant underground chasm while riding inside large garbage bags. Again, this was a weird dream. That giant chicken still lurks since we weren't able to complete our adventure... Maybe I'll dream this journey again tonight!

Oh, and the beautiful and talented Milana Vayntrub was in another dream I had last night. No— Nothing creepy; we were on the same team for some math competition or something. Would've been cool if she helped us take on that chicken...fighting as none other than Squirrel Girl. Anyways, Happy October!

So I Just Came Up With The Weirdest Word (In My Sleep)...

"Oboe biking?" What the heck is that? Even though I said this during a dream I had last night, I'm mad at myself for saying that to my celebrity crush—who appeared in the dream. For most of the fantasy, I was standing next to this girl while she was mingling with other people. It was towards the end of the dream where she finally turned to me to ask a question, and I replied with that odd phrase mentioned at the start of this entry. She corrected me with the actual wording (I forgot what it was) before telling me to walk away. Ouch. That was a crappy first impression that I left during my REM sleep. Anyways, in case you're wondering who my celebrity crush is, I typed about her in this entry...or just click on the first keyword listed below. 'Kay, that's enough cryptic talk for this morning. Happy August!

The Last Entry for 2014!

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So last night, I had an amusing dream where I visited the site where the Los Angeles Football Stadium is supposed to be built (near Grand Avenue in the City of Industry). To confirm that it was indeed the stadium being developed at the location, I walked up to a random construction worker and asked him if he was working on the would-be National Football League arena. He said yes, and went on to stating that the stadium cost $500+ trillion (due to construction delays) to build. He was about to say more, but Sir Richard Branson (the Virgin Galactic owner who is not involved with the L.A. Football Stadium in any way, shape, or form in real life; I don't even know if he has ever met Edward P. Roski Jr.—the mastermind behind the arena project and a part-owner of the L.A. Lakers and Kings) motioned to him to get back to work. I waved to Mr. Branson to say 'hi'...but he didn't look amused that I inquired about the stadium, or the fact that I was even there.


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As the dream went on, more and more people started to show up at the site to watch the construction take place. People were taking photos and whatnot, and were trying to get a good view of the massive pit which would be the site of the football field itself. The construction workers blamed me for the unwanted turnout of onlookers. How did I know this? Well first off, several aerial drones suddenly appeared out of nowhere and flashed their spotlights down towards me. And second, a voice came on the PA system to tell the throng that I was the one responsible for bringing undue attention to the construction project. The dream ended after I took a couple of more glimpses at the massive pit. I then woke up and sighed.


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It would be really cool if the Los Angeles Football Stadium is eventually built (though the NFL has no intention of having a team relocate to L.A. next year)—seeing as how I only live about 7 miles from the site. However, if a football team does move back to the City of Angels, all signs point to Farmers Field in downtown Los Angeles being the stadium where professional players will once again tackle each other and get concussions in their quest to make it to the Super Bowl. That's a shame... What the L.A. metropolis doesn't need is for more traffic to clog the streets in the middle of the city due to another sporting event. L.A. County, on the other hand, can use the attention. Much as how the L.A. Galaxy plays soccer on the outskirts of L.A. in the city of Carson, and the Dodgers play in a ghetto-ass stadium (I'm an Angels fan) atop a measly hill on the outskirts of L.A. as well, our next football team should be able to breath some nice fresh air near the Diamond Bar suburb while its players, you know, tackle each other and get concussions. Have a great 2015, everyone!

Inception is plausible! Or maybe not. Anyways, over the last two weeks I've had four memorable dreams that I couldn't resist blogging here. I'll get the more 'standard' dreams out of the way and point out that on Saturday night, I had two consecutive dreams where I hung out with this girl who I had a major crush on back in high school. Normally, when I have a dream featuring this girl (no, they're not dirty)—who was my classmate during my sophomore year in high school—it involved me searching for her around town as she was always nowhere to be found. She proved to be very elusive like a phantom in my previous dreams. Which is symbolic: This girl is now married and has a kid in real life, haha. The other standard um, dream I had last night involved me personally receiving a note by Britney Spears (no, she didn't have a shaved head or anything like that...just a sexy tight green outfit on) to meet her in her hotel room at 11 PM. (I can't recall what kind of event we were at during the time. Yes, I'm still calling this dream memorable.) Did I ever go? Unfortunately, no. I was sidetracked by something. But I do remember being excited and anxious as heck when she handed me the note, lol.

Now onto the Inception dream: Last week I literally had a dream within a dream within another dream. The first dream I had was of me at a movie theater (don't recall if I was with my family or friends). Things were uneventful at the theater until I fell asleep in my seat inside the auditorium...only to wake up inside a warehouse where a couple of other people and I were being chased by some crazed killer. The setting was a mixture of Scream, Saw and Hostel. We were still being chased when I suddenly woke up in the middle of some kind of comic book convention. Apparently, I fell asleep while standing in line (to get an autograph by God-knows-who), and people around me smirked after I came out of my doze. And then I actually woke up (in the middle of the night)...and realized that Christopher Nolan was totally onto something with his 2010 Oscar-nominated film.

I wouldn't mind having another Inception-type dream again. But I definitely don't mind dreaming about my high school crush once more. (This kind of journal entry is what happens when you've been stuck at home for the last two months because of this medical nonsense.)

That is all.

Last night, I had a cool dream where I was attending a rally held by the mayor of Gotham City. While he was standing at the top of the stairs of City Hall addressing the crowd that gathered, there were numerous thugs loitering around the area...communicating by radio on when to launch an attack on the mayor that either involved kidnapping or assassinating him. Even a couple of Imperial Stormtroopers were on hand waiting for the order to strike at Gotham's leader. When the order was finally given to take him out, the thugs and Stormtroopers, speaking or listening in on their radios, foolishly took their eyes off the mayor. Once they turned around to re-focus their attention on the target, he was nowhere to be found. Staring up into the sky, the bad guys could see a Bat-shaped aircraft hovering high above City Hall, with a cargo door closing at the back of the vehicle indicatiing that the mayor was somehow grabbed from the air and hoisted into safety aboard this mysterious craft...which quickly flew away. The Dark Knight has saved the Gotham mayor's life!

That's where the dream ended. Now I'm even more stoked to watch The Dark Knight Rises this July!

SO TWO NIGHTS AGO, I had an amusing dream where I visited Edwards Air Force Base in California. The dream started off with me and several other cars driving through the Mojave Desert...with my car quickly running out of gas. For the remainder of the trip, I was outside my car pushing it over sand dunes and dusty roads before finally making it to the airbase. Once I got there, I had to use a plastic ID card to open doors as I entered the main building...which is funny...'cause there was not one moment where I was actually out on the airfield checking out the jet fighters and whatnot. I was inside this building the whole time.

The main thing that I recall from being inside this building (which looked more like a library than a facility at a military airbase) were glass displays that had models of Gundam robots (from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing, a popular Japanese anime) inside of ‘em. These were the only things that I was checking out while at this building. When it was time to leave, I didn’t have my car to go home in (it didn’t have gas, anyway). I had to call my mom to pick me up instead. It was after this part of the dream where things started to get real interesting.

So after I talked to my mom on my cellphone, I attempted to walk over to the main entrance from which I entered the building. It turns out, however, that visitors like myself were not allowed to exit the building from that entrance. We had to leave the facility through another exit...a backdoor, if you will. Only high-ranking military officials like generals were allowed to enter and exit from the main entrance.

So a couple of other people and I exited the library/building/whatever through the backdoor, and found ourselves in the middle of a ghetto urban neighborhood (just to recap: I’m suppose to be at Edwards Air Force Base). To make matters worse, we had to go all the way around the library/building/whatever (which now looks like a large parking structure from the outside) to get to the main entrance. After a long walk which was taking us nowhere, my group ended up going back to the building and try to come up with a Plan B (since it now seemed like we were trapped at um, Edwards AFB).

While chillin’ inside some waiting room with large glass windows all around, my group noticed that the employees were entering and exiting hallways using ID cards (like the one I used earlier) that they swipe through electronic boxes near the doors. Can’t remember how we obtained the cards (I was missing the one I used when I arrived at the building), but most of my group were able to escape except for me and some tall African-American dude (who looked like a young version of Hank, the security guard from the TV show The Office). The African-American dude, who for some odd reason was wearing a yellow raincoat, used a card made out of cardboard to swipe through the electronic box...which obviously didn’t accept the card and caused all the doors inside the building to lock close. We were on lockdown.

Moments later, a group of military officials—which included one general who looked like actor Michael Ironside (best known for roles in movies and TV shows such as Starship Troopers, X-Men: First Class, Burn Notice and Smallville)—entered the room to question the Hank lookalike. Hank clearly looked like he wanted to piss in his pants while General Ironside was interrogating him. A couple of minutes afterward, Ironside and his men left the room, and Hank—seeing that all the doors were left open—quickly got the heck oughta’ there. Can’t remember what happened afterwards, but Hank later called me on my cell to inform me of an escape route from the building...and next thing you know, I’m walking through a suburban street with lots of trees in the area (I’m at Edwards AFB, as a reminder) and saw that my mom, dad and one of my aunts were waiting for me inside their car nearby. This whole so-called ordeal took place at night, and apparently my folks were parked there through the morning waiting to pick me up. So I got inside the car, and once I closed the door, I woke up. And that’s the dream I had two nights ago.

I got a good memory, right?

SO LAST NIGHT, I had a dream where I was celebrating my birthday (which was 11 days ago by the way... Happy 31st B-Day to me), and I was gonna grub at some pizza restaurant for dinner. I was going with Susie, her brother (who’s still one of my co-workers in real life) and one of his friends. At the last minute, it was Susie who ended up driving...despite the fact it was my car that she was using (which was a blue 2005 VW Beetle in the dream, not a Toyota Corolla). What made this dream um, noteworthy, was that during the entire drive Susie was getting angry at me for things that I don’t remember, and I think we were embroiled in a huge argument. For much of the trip, we were driving around looking for the pizza restaurant. I thought it was in Orange County, but then I started to think that it might be closer to where I live (somewhere between Walnut and La Puente). So I ended up calling one of my high school friends (Sarina... If you’re reading this, hi Sarina!), who started to randomly speak in Chinese (and Spanish too, I think. Haha) as I asked her where the pizza joint was. I don’t think Sarina ever told me where the restaurant was located (in real life, she and her boyfriend treated me to a birthday meal at Buca di Beppo—an Italian restaurant that obviously serves pizzas—in Orange County in 2007), and the dream ended with Susie, her brother and I still driving around looking for the restaurant. Her brother’s friend randomly disappeared from the car.

The gist of this journal entry? I was shocked at how bitter Susie was towards me in this dream. In real life, I haven’t spoken to her in person since last April...and before that, May of 2009 (she did respond to a comment I posted under one of her status updates on Facebook two months ago). I think she may be peeved at me for no longer keeping in touch with her since she left the company we were co-workers at 2 years ago (random Facebook comment notwithstanding). Would I want to be co-workers with her again? Um...nay.

LAST NIGHT, I had another amusing dream where I re-took the SAT (Scholastic Aptitude Test...for those of you who don’t live here in the U.S.). However, I took this test at my old elementary school (SATs are typically done in high school)...while the people sitting next to me were former grade school, high school and college classmates, and current co-workers. The teacher who handed out and conducted the test happened to be one of the supervisors at my current job. A couple of the questions on the SAT were about when I needed to clock in and out of work. Funny.

It's too bad the dream ended right after I completed the test and turned it in... I wonder what my score was?

LAST NIGHT, I had a crazy dream where a couple of friends and I were at a mall that was being overrun by zombies. Naturally, the majority of people inside the mall were devoured by the living dead, while other folks were either defending against the attackers (with ninja swords and firearms) or hiding inside various rooms or within air conditioning vents and a kitchen counter (think about that scene in the first Jurassic Park film where that teenage girl is hiding inside a cabinet while velociraptors lurk around her inside a kitchen).



The dream ended on a wacky note, with a helicopter coming to the rescue and airlifting us from the mall just as the zombies were about to overtake us. In case you’re wondering why this is considered wacky, it’s because the rescue team was led by none other than...Jennifer Aniston. Not Woody Harrelson a la last year's movie Zombieland, but Aniston. From what I remember, she wasn’t wearing an outfit like any of these ones below:



A bummer, I know.

SO LAST NIGHT, I dreamt that Los Angeles was being invaded by the Vietnamese army. Viet Cong troops were burning down bridges, attacking buses and scouring neighborhoods for Angelenos to take prisoner. In a reversal of roles from the Vietnam War in real life, it was good ol’ Americans who had to seek hidden shelters underground. I’d say that this dream was funny, if it did’t feel scary. Being shot at by a bunch of Commie bastards whose descendants would later take residence in Orange County in California... In Westminster and Garden Grove, to be exact. No, those cities weren’t in the dream.

Oh, and the person on the left side of this photo is the good guy. General Nguyen Ngoc Loan. The dude he's, um, blow-drying is a Viet Cong soldier. The Geneva Convention states that if a soldier is caught fighting on the battlefield while not in a uniform, he/she can be summarily...blow-dried.

SO LAST NIGHT, I dreamt that I was in the movie Return of the Jedi. Though this was an alternate version I was in (not surprisingly. This is a dream). How was it an alternate, you ask? Well, in this version, Emperor Palpatine was desperately trying to convince Luke Skywalker into joining the Dark Side...instead of playing simple mind games with him as seen in the actual film. After Skywalker repeatedly refused, the Emperor gave up, literally packed up his belongings (don’t remember what the items were) and was about to walk away. But just as Palpatine was about to leave, Luke kept standing in his way and started to taunt him. I think I even recall telling Luke to stop f**king around and let the Emperor through. Eventually, Palpatine dropped his belongings and finally started to give Skywalker the ol’ Force lightning treatment that we all remember from the actual movie. Did I mention that Mark Hamill’s acting was, um, pretty horrendous as he convulsed on the ground from the lightning attack? Anyways, instead of Darth Vader coming to the rescue and throwing Palpatine down the Death Star's reactor shaft (actually, I don't think we were on the Death Star. I think we were on Cloud City from The Empire Strikes Back), it was some droid (don’t know if it was a protocol droid a la C-3PO) that stabbed the Emperor with Vader’s lightsaber and hauled him into the shaft. The dream ended with me taking hold of the lightsaber hilt and messing with its buttons. That is all.

I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAM... On Sunday night, I dreamt of something that would probably make the Department of Homeland Security frown (or laugh hysterically...and obviously not in a good way) if they read this entry. I dreamt that I was in the possession of small candle sticks, which were actually nuclear devices (neutron bombs to be exact) in disguise. Light the wick at the top of the candle, and it somehow activates the bomb— err, device. Toss the candle towards the target, and you have 5 minutes to get the hell out of there before it detonates. Of course, you had to be several blocks away to avoid getting hurt or killed in the explosion.

Wanna know why this dream was so intense (other than the fact it involved nukes)? In the first part of my dream (yep, it was like a movie), someone handed me a candle and I had to, um, use it at a school (I think it was a high school...the one I went to actually, haha). I was able to safely escape after deploying the nuke. Apparently, the only structure that can protect you from the bomb’s blast is a building that has lead walls in it (kinda like how Indiana Jones shields himself from that A-bomb explosion by hiding in that lead-laden fridge in The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Anyways...). The second part of the dream, though, is when things go awry.

While I was in that building where I sought safe haven from the first bomb’s blast, I came upon a girl (who, in real life, was a co-worker of mine at one of my old jobs. *cough-Paramount-Studios-cough*) who also had candles in possession. Unlike me though, she was reckless with them. She was gonna detonate the candles at a target that was less than a mile away (RE: A building next door). In a futile gesture, I tried to hide in a small room (can’t remember if it had lead in its walls) despite the fact I knew I was screwed. Before the candle detonated and I was kaput, I woke up.

Going back to sleep again, there were other folks who now had candles in possession. Like the girl mentioned in the paragraph above, they too were reckless. A nuclear candle (or neutron candle? Whatever) was about to detonate nearby, and I sought refuge in a wooden shack. Once the candle exploded, the blast caused the shack to roll around on the ground. And then suddenly, the shack was about to collapse on itself, with me in it. Right before I was a goner, I woke up again.

Now to the final part of my dream... Yet another neutron candle was about to go off...and several people and I sought refuge inside another building. Turns out this building was a college dormitory, haha. I recall following one of my old college classmates around the hallways inside the dorm...even going through hidden passageways and climbing up stuff. Turns out that the hidden passageway led to the girls’ side of the dorm. While my classmate went off in another direction, I found myself going into a dorm room where a blonde chick was waiting for me (from what I recall...that blonde chick was kinda hot. Not Charlize Theron hot or Lauren Conrad hot, but hot). Turns out this whole epic tale ended with me about to get some action by a college babe. Unfortunately, before I got some play, I asked the girl where the restroom was. She told me it was across the hall. This dream about nuclear candles and such ended with me wanting to take a leak right when I was about to get laid.

God, I hope I have this dream again... Near-death encounters and all...

One of the things I learned in my Alternative Media class (the one I'm getting a 'C' in) is how the mass media in the United States cares more about pleasing advertisers and big corporations (the ones financing these media companies) than they do about giving the public what they want... Which is why you'll sometimes find more pages devoted to advertisements than those with actual news printed on them in newspapers like say, the Los Angeles Times. But this is just PLAIN RIDICULOUS.

Put ads on baseball bases? How dumb is that?? What, right before a Major League baseball game cuts to a commercial, the camera is going to focus on these bases? (Which is obviously the point.) "Tonight's baseball game is brought to you by... Columbia Pictures' Spider-Man 2..." Granted, I don't care if the Spider-Man graphic is shown on the TV screen itself, superimposed in front of the image that's being shot, but to have it printed on a baseball base itself? Advertisers will do WHATEVER it takes to promote their product, will they?

Back in the past, and even today, newspapers were afraid to publish certain stories for fear they're going to draw advertisers away...since those stories weren't going to put the consumer reading that newspaper in a "buying mood." Sure, we live in a capitalist society, but that's just plain pathetic.

Click here for the article on the Sports Illustrated website.

UPDATE: So much for the Spider-Man-on-first-base idea. The Sports Illustrated website has reported that the MLB will not allow ads for the upcoming film to be printed on any of the bases in major league baseball fields next month. Great decision. A sweet victory for the Average Joe who's against this crass example of advertisements gone awry. Thanks to me and this journal entry. Just kidding.

UPDATE #2: Speaking of Spider-Man 2: Last Sunday night I dreamt I was flying the F/A-22 Raptor jet fighter, was fighting a giant spider in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and was watching an NBA playoff game where the Lakers were kicking the Spurs' ass and not the other way around (check the May 2, 2004 entry). Last night, my dream was a combination of the now-defunct TV show Dark Angel (which aired on Fox from 2000 to 2002) and Spider-Man 2! I dreamt that a couple of people and I had to hide Max (played by the BANGIN' Jessica Alba on Dark Angel) from Lydecker (the main villain played by John Savage on Angel) and Doctor Octopus from Spider-Man 2! At one point, while we weren't running away, I watched as Max and these other people were sleeping on a giant spider-web spun over a street! I think the web was connected to two apartment buildings on both sides of the street...but anyways. It was pretty weird, but a cool dream nonetheless... I think Max got away at the end, and Doc Ock was stuck inside a house or something. Of course, the reason why I had this dream was because I was watching Season 2 of my Dark Angel DVD set yesterday (I have the sets for both Seasons' 1 and 2), and just read the Sports Illustrated article about the baseball bases last night. I know...pretty incoherent journal entry... But this wasn't a coherent dream, now was it?

San Antonio Spurs: 88, Lakers: 78 So anyways, I had three weird dreams last night. The first one was about me being the pilot of an F/A-22 Raptor... and I was trying to take off from the parking lot of my old high school, Bishop Amat! A runway was nowhere to be seen, and people outside watched as I was taxiing the jet fighter between trees on the parking lot. I occasionally had to turn my head to make sure the wings weren't clipping the trees. Once I found a runway (after taxiing over pavement with potholes in it), I quickly throttled up to begin my take-off...only to realize I didn't have my oxygen mask on! The canopy glass was still open, and once I realized I didn't have time to put the mask on as I was heading towards the end of the freeway, I ejected! The aircraft was actually becoming airborne at this time, and I watched it crash to the surface. And then I think I died during the ejection, haha. It was after this that I woke up in the middle of the night, and the clock said it was around 4:45 AM. I went to sleep around 2 AM!

In my second dream, I dreamt I was in the new Harry Potter film: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban! The film opens with Harry Potter battling a giant Spider inside a hallway. Harry Potter makes it out alive...and the Spider is actually a man who can transform into the insect (or is it a bug? There's a difference, but I forgot what it was! Anyways...) at night. The man is actually some kind of European artist who transforms into the Spider to protect the artwork he has displayed in the hallway. Anyways, in the second attack by the Spider in my dream, he kills someone...a guy who was betrayed by his friend after they both went into the hallway to confront the bug/insect. The friend knocked the guy unconscious, and I watched as the Spider arrived to begin feasting on the unconscious man. The Spider turned back into the artist after it was done feasting on its victim, and the artist, his mouth covered in blood, ran away in horror. Pretty graphic! Afterwards, there was a scene where Harry Potter was trying to contact some guy played by Gary Oldman (who's actually in the movie) for help. Gary Oldman was talking all weird and sheit. Anyways, after this scene, Harry Potter re-unites with his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger to find out how to beat the Spider. They teamed up with a girl I knew in high school...Carmel! Carmel had some wooden (or was it metallic) fighting stick and I dreamt of her doing some cool martial art moves with it. And then I woke up!

The last dream I had was a brief one about the Lakers. They were beating the San Antonio Spurs, 21-5, in the 1st Quarter of Game 1.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

Yea, THAT ONE was definitely a dream.

You know, I had an eery dream last night of terrorists attacking Cape Canaveral in Florida with airplanes. I dreamt that they showed footage of a space shuttle lifting off while there was smoke and fire surrounding the launch pad--with more planes crashing into the area. I thought it was real...and I dreamt that I e-mailed my friends about the attacks. And then I woke up, and realized...that's some crazy shiznit. Kinda on par with me having a dream a few weeks earlier about me and hundreds of other people evacuating a skyscraper because Imperial Stormtroopers (from the Star Wars OT, I mean, Original Trilogy) were attacking the building. I'm serious! Okay, I'll stop sounding weird now.

UPDATE: Whoa, now here's something creepy... I'm at the computer lab right now and the girl next to me is checking her e-mail account. In one of her e-mails she got a picture (dunno if that's her friend) of some guy posing on the top of a building in New York. Right behind and below him, apparently heading towards the building whose balcony he's on, is an American Airlines jet.

Pretty crazy! Of course, I don't know if it's real or not, since how was the photo or camera found if that was a WTC tower the guy was on? Anyways, just wanted to point that out.