Category Archives: dreams

Back at Ice Castle

Today – I’m jamming down to San Diego for the Dodgers vs. Padres ball game. It should be a good one. I’m wearing a navy blue Mary Timony shirt (from the concert) – ’cause it’s the only cool blue shirt I have. I need to show my LA pride….all true fans of the Dodgers and the Padres will be at this game….despite the fact it’s at Noon and in the middle of the work day….OK – I’ll re-phrase that. All true fans who don’t have to work (aka possibly un-employed, such as my sorry ass) – will be at this game.

Busy week….got back from Vegas – my cousin had to deal with some shady real estate agents….but we got that worked out. Had my first bobba drink in Vegas. I did not know they have a Chinatown…but they do. Bobba is yummy.

Let’s see…wedding details…thinking about seating arrangements, invites, e-vites, bridal shower, flowers, make-up, hair….stuff I didn’t think would be important to me and now they are. I told my mom the other day…it’s kinda sad that now my brain is wrapped up in these wedding details. To myself, I said it’s really sad how this is all I really have going on in my life right now.

Then there’s the station. Thank God for volunteer oppertunities in the college radio world. I worked on my show tape for the program director -yesterday. Basically, I pulled music and taped a fake show….I thought of it as a resume or demo tape for the powers that be. I hope they like it. I was still a bit rusty on the equipment – I suppose I’m not used to everything working…unlike my Berkeley station. It floored me that the auto-start for the turntables worked on the board. Well, I’ll cross my fingers and maybe I’ll get a regular show in a few weeks.

I also met-up with my skating buddy, Stacy. It’s always wild to talk to somebody who knew me since I was 5 or so. We did drinks at 330 in Brea. She’s coming to the wedding…YEAH!
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back in school…

A few nights ago, I had a dream about being in the bay area…

It was at night and I dumped a white bag into the trunk of my black Corolla. The bag had the corpse of a brunette I killed a few minutes before….

Apparently she was homework.
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Cleaning out my desk…

…putting the finishing touches on my resume tapes….looking for jobs…I’m getting ready to head out DC and head back home to Cali.

In the meantime – I’m closing the comment portion of ALL my blogs. I won’t have access to the internet – while I’m driving down the 70 – through the rest of the United States. Too many spammers and not enough time or resources to block their sorry asses. I’ll turn on the comment system when I get back home.

It’s been raining in DC….when we parked the car at the Basilica, Mark got out of the car first and had the umbrella opened up over me….such a gentleman.

“It looks like we’re going to a funeral,” he said.

“Well, sort of…,” I replied, “God kinda died today….

“You mean the Son of God.”

We went to a Stations of the Cross meditation service at Noon.

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my lola’s in my dreams..

I had a tough time falling asleep – last night. I couldn’t stop coughing.

I dreamed about my lola. there was some type of party going on at my old house in Diamond Bar. I sat down at the kitchen table. My lola came up from behind me. She hugged me and told me she can’t wait to have me visit her.

I woke up and remembered that my lola passed away a few years ago. Her birthday’s next month.

another skating dream…

we visited Kane and his family in Western PA – for President’s Day Weekend….it snowed a bit, but it was a relaxing trip. We got caught up on our Battlestar Galactica episodes…we missed last Friday because of a party through one of Steph’s artistic friends.

So we played with the kids – I visited my first WalMart Superstore…my God! It’s big…unnecessarily so….and we got a tour of Kane’s brick plant. We learned how to make bricks.
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ash wed dream

I’ve had some pretty early mornings – the past few days. We went to the 7 AM Mass for Ash Wed. And this morning – I covered the Illinois breakfast on the Senate side.

We did a light non-meat dinner at Red Lobster – last night.

Then I had a totally weird dream.
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brain dead…

plenty of interviews canceling on me…at the last minute…I do have a preview story on the State of the Union. I read last year’s speech and I watched an episode of West Wing for some inspiration….

missed out on a yummy dinner with Steph – last night….she got the orginal Manchurian Candidate DVD from NetFlix, today….

feeling bent out of shape.
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election day

The other night…I had a dream I was at a carnival at night. I hanged out with an old guy…could have been a professor. We had fun and it was amazing to talk to him – we discussed everything from politics to dreams. I didn’t want to stop talking to him. I was afraid of being alone. But after we slid down a giant yellow slide – he said he had to go home to his family.

Wandered through the park and saw two parents and what looked like their kids. They were Asian. It looked like they found their kids after being lost. They were by a fishing hole but they had poles catching fake mechanic fish. The parents warned the kids about wandering off and acting badly. They were afraid the kids would have been taken into custody of some government people. Bad people. Like out of a spy movie.

Andrea and Cub came over for dinner on Sunday. I picked up a copy of Cub’s paper and he told us the work he put into the Sunday edition – without credit…sadly. Andrea studied the electoral layout of the US – red, blue and tan, for the swing states. We wondered about our elections….

In a magazine interview, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson said: “I’ve no doubt Kerry wil win. Whether he’ll become President is another matter.”

This is the first year I’ve voted by absentee ballot. I wish I could have contributed to one of those swing states, but my home address is in Covina.

In past elections, I always felt nervous and queasy about casting my ballot. I guess it’s something about doing my civic duty and being afraid of screwing it up. This year, I finished voting and all I can do is wait for the exit polls. I don’t feel nervous. Instead, I feel resigned to accept I have no more impact on the way people vote…no more than water lapping at stones in a river.

I know it’s an important vote….but I feel kinda powerless over here….my political climax ebbed after I mailed off my ballot in a red post box….next to my flat. By mailing off my ballot, I guess I mailed off the rest of my anxiety and frustration with the electoral process. It could be different as it the hours move closer to the polls closing.