8 posts tagged “transportation”

Last night I dreamed that some girl I knew in high school and Michael Phelps were heading up to Dallas for Easter. For some reason I had the impression that I was invited to come along, but after helping them load tons of luggage into an SUV they said, ok, well bye! See you Monday! I was like, but? I thought you guys asked me over here because I was invited to come along? Then I got all teary eyed and Michael Phelps rolled his eyes at me like I was just trying to guilt trip them or something, but I was actually very confused. I said...but I've already got my bag packed. You saw me come in with it! But they waited till after I loaded up their truck to tell me I couldn't come along. Well fuck you, too, Phelps and random person from high school!

I also dreamed that I was on the Oxford rowboat team thingy that rows against Cambridge. Our team was afraid we'd get disqualified because our coxswain was deformed. His head was attached to his body backwards which gave us an advantage, he could act as coxswain and row at the same time. We lost the race anyway.

I also had some dream about Cicero, where he was giving me advice over dinner about something but I woke up in the middle of it because I had to pee, so I don't remember what he said.

I dreamed I had a connecting flight in Dallas. My plane landed at 7:30 pm and my next flight took off at 7:40! And we landed in terminal A but I needed to depart from terminal D!! I ran to the Skylink but it wasn't working. So I ran and ran down some dirty shady halls, and one part was just encased in glass and the Dallasites below took potshots at people. Like there was gunfire, man. I was dodging bullets, but I was going to make that flight, by golly. But then I didn't. I missed it. I missed my flight! And when I headed to the counter to put myself on a standby list, Simon Pegg butted in front of me and got on the list first. Nevertheless, I was seated in First Class on the next flight. It was decorated in orange and purple, and the seats were just mod square cushions. It was pretty sweet.

ran into S by the dumpsters, he offered me a ride home
seals in the river, otters. driver looked at them and nearly sideswiped a car. after awhile I was like, where are we going? he said plano. I said, well, you know, I live in austin...I guess I can catch a flight back
then we got on a bus right after leaving town. he sat next to a couple, I had two seats to myself across from them. he started looking around and gagging like he was going to puke. he leaned over that couple and they made EW faces which was really funny. finally he jumped over to my seats and found his laptop bag and puked into it next to me. I politely looked away, and had to plug my ears because the sound of puke makes me puke
later Gul Dukat joined the ride. it was like we were already friends, so we talked a little bit. he called his kids to tell them he was on a bus home but wouldn't get in until late. I wondered if he was going to try to put the moves on me. I wondered if I would go for it, because I am such a hard core trekkie. I would rather he put the moves on me instead of that other dude. after a pit stop I ended up sitting behind him, and the other dude was gone. we'd been on that bus all night and the sun was coming up. I kept singing songs to myself about DS9 but he couldn't hear me. i was amused nonetheless. I leaned forward to sing a little ditty in his ear and I noticed he was smoking on the bus. i was like, can you do that?! he said sure, and I looked around and sure enough everyone else was smoking, too. he gave me one and I smoked along. then the bus stopped and a ticket taker got on. Dukat grabbed my cigarette and put it out really quickly. I guess we weren't really supposed to be smoking in there. the ticket guy said everyone needed to pay a fair in the form of two checks. some guy got up and ran out the back of the bus. some older blonde woman who sounded like she'd been smoking for 50 years said, I ain't paying it. I already paid. The dude left and the ride continued. I started to wonder where the eff we were going. I looked to my left and saw Winehouse. I said, Amy, where is this bus going? She said Springfield. I said, what state? she didnt' know. that guy who got up and tried to run out the bus earlier said Missouri. I was like, man. I need to get off this bus. Then amy said, I wanna sing! I forgot how much better a friend booze is than water. I was like, amen sister. Then I woke up.

I dreamed the other night that I was driving down the road when a tornado formed really quickly and very close by. There wasn't time to think, take cover, or drive away or anything. That sucker came out of nowhere and hurled my car about 50 ft across the road and land until it crashed against a tree, headlights to the ground and tail lights in the air and the top smashed in and pinning me. My car immediately started filling with dirt, tons of fast dirt, like what happened to Lois Lane in that Superman movie where he turns the earth backwards to bring her back to life. I woke up right before I died, but let me tell you something right the hell now. That was fucking scary. I had no idea what to do. I was drowning in dirt, but where the eff was I supposed to go? I was injured anyway, covered in blood and so on, and I couldn't feel my limbs. My right arm wouldn't work so I think it was broken, but the overwhelming terror numbed the pain.

What was I supposed to do?! Even if I got out of the car, the flying debris and the, oh, tornado, would tear me apart. Stay inside, and I drown. Checkmate!

Last night I dreamed that somebody told me "that woman on your wall is crazy." I said what?

I don't know who this person was. He felt like a whole bunch of people rolled up into one, but I can't remember his face now. He said, "all those pictures on your wall, of that woman. She's crazy." I looked at my wall and saw this one.

It's Vivien Leigh. I explained to this person that she did suffer from bipolar disorder, but so what? That doesn't make her any less talented or beautiful. Only more inspiring, and tragic. 

God. Some people, I tell you what.

Anyway, the night before last I dreamed that my friends who are getting married in February told me they changed their minds and will be marrying this Thursday instead, despite the fact that everyone has already bought tickets for a February Vegas trip. I was upset with them for that bit of capriciousness, so I left and ran into Dirk Nowitzki on a basketball court. He told me not to be too mad at them. It was all very after-school-specially. So then I tried to go home, but the bridge I needed to cross was closed down for parties, and I couldn't figure out how to get to the other side. There were lots of street performers, which only annoyed me because I wasn't in the mood. It was  set up like a maze, and I kept getting lost.

That came from real life New Year's eve day when I tried to drive home from work at 1pm only to find that the bridge I needed to cross to get there was closed down for partying. WTF. You can't have parties in a field somewhere that's not a busy bridge?

You know on google maps you can type in an address and the map centers on it? I dreamed that on iPhone you could type in an address and then double click it with your finger and YOU materialized on that spot in real life. It was awesome. I used it to walk long distances by moving over the map and double clicking and appearing miles from where I was. Awesome. Steve Jobs, get right on that! So anyway I did that all the way to England, and then I dropped my phone in the Thames! I was like, f*ck! This makes it difficult to get back home. I just stood there watching helplessly as my phone floated away, but then a current pushed it right back to the shore and I was able to retrieve it. Some people nearby who saw the whole thing congratulated me on my luck in an American accent, and I said thanks, and they were disappointed that I was American too. Well eff you guys, I thought. I didn't come all the way out here to talk to the likes of you either.

Anyway, this England in my mind was a strange conglomeration of all of it. I was on a bridge over the Thames that looked to be in London, but on the other side were rolling green hills from the country, and a castle to my right behind some trees, and a highway to my left. And I think hot air balloons in the air. And my iPhone was pink.

The end!

I usually use Super Shuttle for my airport transportation needs. Those crazy mofo's will get you there crazy fast, but it's best you close your eyes, because they are crazy mofo's. However, the ride home typically takes two hours, but that's because I get the cheap shared ride. ANYway, the other night I dreamed that I saw the Super Shuttle training course. It was a giant race track with hundreds of blue vans driving around orange cones and practicing screeching halts and racing and stuff. That has been cracking me up for a couple of days now.