Lost on a Pacific Resort Island, Saved by HEB

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In this dream, I was traveling with a group of people, including Kim. In one leg of our travel, someone planned a detour or a plane crash which landed us on Maui. We were on the beach of Maui, and not knowing the people too well, I split off from them.

This island wasn’t really Maui. It was supposed to be some tiny, isolated island in the pacific, not part of Hawaii. But, I kept calling and thinking of it as Maui in my dream. The landscape was wavy and disproportionate, like a mildly abstract painting.

All I had were he wake-board trunks I was wearing and my wallet, with wet cash but all my credit cards. I wondered around the beach, thinking it was actually nice – it was full of people.

Looking over a part of the beach that was a cliff, I saw what looked like an island in the bay moving. I used the trick of squinting one eye to see if it was actually moving or not, and it was! Then, I saw two smaller islands moving towards this larger one, and I realized it was the famous luxury island of Maui – these two smaller ones being ferry boats of a sort. While this Maui beach was great, I thought, that island must be really splendid.

During this walking around I’d been wondering where I’d sleep, what I’d eat – how I’d take care of myself. The weather seemed nice enough that I could sleep on the beach, and that thought seemed to satisfy all my wondering. It seemed like a lot of people did that. There were several good looking hotels lining the beach. One was very white and clean. The room windows were large and the normal house style where you can slide the lower half up. Those rooms must be really expensive, I thought, you can tell by the fancy windows they have.

I started worrying about Kim: she wasn’t part of the group on the island, so I wanted to let her know that I was safe instead of lost at sea. Somehow, I scrounged up a hoodie to go with my wake-board shorts and some flip flops. I wondered into the street that ran along the beach and saw all the tourist shops. I found a small grocery store like one, and wondered in. At one point, I got a strange hat, kind of like a cheap bee-keepers hat, all yellow. I didn’t do much in this store, but I remember I walked around and saw a lady that looked like a young, Catalonian pharmacist two times: dark hair, thick glasses like in a Pedro Almodóvar movie.

Exiting the store I thought whatever was in there the prices would be too high. Still, I needed to find a phone or an Internet cafe. I had my wallet, so I wasn’t totally destitute. I kept walking down the street and at the end where the street curved around toward the island interior, I saw an HEB grocery store. I was so elated that I said, “oh baby!” out loud. I spotted a side entrance to the little grocery store I’d been in and saw some employees smoking at the door – I wondered if they’d hear my elation and was a bit embarrassed.

I walked towards the HEB, making sure that I still had cash and credit cards in my wallet – I did. I’d get a cellphone or rent time on a computer to email Kim, I thought. Soon, my problems would be solved.

I woke up at that point.

The Upset GI Joe

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In this dream, I was a lovable, grizzled member of GI Joe. Bearded of course, probably a sergeant of some kind. And definitely a rebellious type. We’d just been assigned a new leader – called “The Lieutenant” who looked a lot like Peter O’Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. He’d set up new units for everyone based on function and attack plan – like “first to parachute in,” to which I’d jokingly said, “I hope I’m not in that one!”

After telling us that he’s made these new units, he said we’d have to go look them up on the computer. It turns out this computer was ancient – though we didn’t come to this conclusion until later.

The terminal kept going through a slide show of different units – like the afore mentioned “first to parachute in” – but it never listed the people in the unit. I tried to fiddle with the knobs on the computer, to no avail. Then, I used my pocket radio to call on my fellow GI Joes and said, “send in the computer nerd!”

The computer nerd of the unit came in, and opened up a floor panel to check out the computer. It was then that we realized that the computer took up the entire room. Thus that is was old. Most all of the GI Joes were milling around the computer room at this point – though I only remember being able to pick out that first series red-headed one with the cross bow, Scarlett.

After taking awhile, people were grumbling, and I’ve decided this is absurd. I’ll just go ask the lieutenant for a print out to Xerox, I said. So I walk over to his office. The hallways were that dull, fabric of cubical walls, except floor to ceiling, real walls. Even the door to the lieutenant’s office was made of the fabric wall, which I managed to peek through and noticed that the lieutenant was having a meeting.

I straightened out my jacket, making sure to take my left hand out of my pocket – my left arm was strangely immobile, and knocked on the door, saluting when the lieutenant answered.

He had a smallish table of people – many wearing thick tweed-ish stuff and fedora like hats, all hounds-toothed out – sort of old school British hunting style. The lieutenant and I stood in the back of the room, towards the door.

“We’re having some difficulty with the computer,” I probably said. “Could we get a print out to Xerox?”

And then there was some pleasant exchange with the lieutenant trying to get me to use the computer, and he finally said, forcefully “use the computer.” Because I’d been hassling him so much about the computer not working, he must have said something about the GI Joe unit not being professional enough, and that’s why he was here, in charge now. At least, in the dream, that’s how I took his comment.

At that point, my bearded GI Joe avatar started yelling at the lieutenant and I could feel a sense of relief, kind of like, “ahh, that’s more like it!”

“Who saved the world last year, and in 2008, and the year before that?” I yelled at him grabbing his lapel. And so on. I yelled about how great the GI Joe unit was, wrapping up with something like, “so just get us the damn print out!” and stormed out of the room.

Walking back to my fellow GI Joe’s across a room that looked like a Westernized dojo I was smiling to myself. I woke up.

Laying in bed on what was now early Sunday morning – around 8:20am – I thought this character would certainly be busted down to private. Under the leadership of this lieutenant GI Joe would get into some tough spot, causing the removal of the lieutenant. At some point, someone would visit me and say, “we need you back sergeant,” and then I’d be back with full rank, ready to work. I’m guessing they found that print-out somewhere.

My Work is infecting my dreams

Had a strange dream Monday night where I was in some largish, darkly-lit meeting room (almost like the business casual equivalent of an opium lounge conference room) with Brandon Whichard eating dried edamame.

A continually morphing character of Steve Mills/Sam Palmisano came into the room. Brandon and he started talking about programming in Java, as I recall.

After awhile, I was chided by Mills/Palmisano for not jumping into the conversation and taking advantage of him being there.