Let me guess - Katmandu?

MzHartz wrote:

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That's one. I think there was another too, and I can't even remember it now!

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Katmandu was Dave King's band, after Fastway broke up.  They had a couple of albums out.  Dave King is now singing in Flogging Molly, and Irish band.  They're actually cool, and way more popular than Katmandu ever got.

Over the weekend, I dreamed I was still in school.  And our teacher (who in reality is an ex-co-worker of mine) as a special treat, had Roger Taylor in to perform for us.  Not in the auditorium - in the actual classroom!  And he was doing all Cross and solo stuff, and I was like dying!  It was really exciting.  I got to sing along, and talk to him.  I was so happy when I woke up

Woo, somehow I missed that dream. I'd guess you're anxious about something you're not prepared for, but find out that you were worrying for nothing.

At any rate, the reason I started reading up on dream analysis was because I have some of the strangest and most complex dreams. Last night, I was having one of those dreams that the storyline was soon intriguing I didn't want to wake up. Unfortunately, I've lost a lot of it at this point, but I remember a little:

It starts out that I'm back in school, and we're in gym class sitting on the gym floor, when some of the kids fell asleep. So the teacher decided to play a trick on them, and we all sneaked out of the gym so they'd wake up and not be able to figure out what was going on. Something happened in the hall, but I can't remember what it was. Then I went home to an apartment with my mom and sister (my sister was little, maybe 5 years old) which was an apartment in this old creepy house. The landlord was nice, but creepy too; he was Alice Cooper dressed in this old style black tux with tails and a black top hat. But I liked him and liked that he was creepy, it comforted me. Then I was driving my car somewhere and needed to pull over for some reason, so I pulled into an abandoned gas station in between two old pumps (as opposed to beside them). I was doing something (maybe getting something out of my hair), not paying attention to my surroundings, when someone started honking at me. I looked up, and there was a bunch of cars lined up behind me, waiting to use the pumps I was parked between. I looked ahead of me, and there were two brand new pumps in the next row over (as opposed to the ancient ones I was by) that no one was using. I couldn't understand why the people wanted to use the old pumps, and were driving in the wrong way, when two new pumps were available. So I looked for a way to get out, but the only way to get out would be to back out, and the car behind me was parked inches from my bumper. I was mad, but I got out, went to the lady in the car behind me, and said nicely that I'd be happy to move, but that I had to back up and needed room. So she smiled and apologized and backed out of the way, and I left. I went back to the house, and now I was dressed in a white tux, just the opposite of the landlord's. But, the landlord was no longer Alice Cooper, now it was David Bowie, and we were playing some sort of characters. He was leading my sister around by the hand, like she was our little prodigy. Then he kissed me with one of those take your breath away kisses (that's what I remember most vividly from the dream, I swear I could feel that kiss). I remember thinking that it would be cheating on my husband, but that it was okay, because I had to kiss Bowie to stay in character. Then there was something about feeding the dog that stayed behind the house and that my sister was trying to feed it, but she needed help, and the location of the dog house, which was really more of a tent, kept moving. The dog was a nice dog, a springer spaniel, but it was also creepy. And that's all I remember.

I got one for Mz to interpret again I think.  It feels like the TP must mean something.

I'm back in high school, wanting out badly.  I decide I'm skipping out about two hours early, but before I do I want to find a bathroom.  I have trouble finding one, and when I do it's HUGE with dozens of stalls.

All I can hear when I walk in is people throwing up.   Almost every stall has someone puking into the toilet.  There are only four open stalls.

Each of them has no toilet paper except the last one, which has a full roll of TP, but it's located beneath a busted pipe in the ceiling and is soaking wet.

I grab the wet TP and go to a dry stall, where I use the TP just to clean myself up.



Any thoughts MZ?

Jeremy Riggs wrote:

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I got one for Mz to interpret again I think. It feels like the TP must mean something.

I'm back in high school, wanting out badly. I decide I'm skipping out about two hours early, but before I do I want to find a bathroom. I have trouble finding one, and when I do it's HUGE with dozens of stalls.

All I can hear when I walk in is people throwing up. Almost every stall has someone puking into the toilet. There are only four open stalls.

Each of them has no toilet paper except the last one, which has a full roll of TP, but it's located beneath a busted pipe in the ceiling and is soaking wet.

I grab the wet TP and go to a dry stall, where I use the TP just to clean myself up.



Any thoughts MZ?

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Hm, that's a hard one.  My guess would be that you're trying to better yourself, but you don't feel like you have what you need to succeed, so you're just doing the best you can with what you have.

 

Hahaha! Well at least it had some purpose. Every now and again I have mundane dreams. This morning I dreamed I had to count these fat white chickens that were running around in a room. How boring...

bump for Molly! You are good at disecting dreams too!

Molly wrote:

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Sparky, I'm guessing that was mostly just a regurgitation of the day's events. Otherwise, maybe you just feel the need to be useful.

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Oh, that's just crazy. Where's Mz? . . . she's much better at this stuff.

 

Nice job on the chair by the way Web, and any way I can help Web with his project I'm glad to be of assistance!!

Hmm....come to think of it, Bill Clinton was sitting there with a monkey named Pablo on his knee. The three stooges were in the corner throwing wet sponges at him!

Don't tell me you had the same dream!!!

Last night, I stopped and got some gas.

While waiting to pay for the gas (I don't remember the price), I noticed that Brad Paisley was standing in line right behind me. He was just getting snacks. And no, JR, Kimberly was not with him.

I didn't get all that excited, but I turned to him and said "Hey, Brad Paisley, nice to see you, what brings you to our little town?". He replied that they were just passing through and had some time to kill. We were just waiting and talking and he was asking me questions about the area here. I offered to show him around and he thought that would be fun, so I spent the day driving around with Brad Paisley. He was a really nice guy and I enjoyed our chat.

Then my alarm went off and I woke up.




-- Edited by WebGuy at 10:11, 2007-06-20

I'm sorry, Woo . . . did you want to drive around with me and see our community?

Don't be jealous, he's a celebrity and they get special perks.