Ford Fest

Feb. 10th, 2014 12:06 pm
kadenza: (wtf)
I try to think of our mayor as little as possible, but clearly he's been on my mind. Last night I dreamed about an event outside City Hall* called Ford Fest** which had a number of event and food stations featuring guys dressed up like Ford doing stupid stuff. One was walking on a tightrope and falling off. Another (my personal favourite, which I returned to several times) was on a BMX bike, riding face-first into a brick wall over and over. Even my dream self found the whole thing hard to believe--I made a mental note to post to Twitter about it as soon as I got home.

* Did you know City Hall appeared for a split second on Star Trek, TNG? It's true. Season 2, episode 11.
** Ford Fest is an actual thing-- a BBQ for supporters.
kadenza: (facepalm)
I don't usually post about dreams because I am well aware most people find the dreams of others completely uninteresting.

But see, I actually realized the dream was a dream which is quite rare. Often I'm very puzzled by details in dreams but don't quite catch on. Last night I actually did. I was standing in a living room giving a lecture about the architectural features of my house to a large group of completely random people (my parents, their friends, CNIB people, knitting people, LJ people) and I didn't have anything written down-- I was just talking off the top of my head and thought to myself I really should have been better prepared. But even that didn't tip me off.

I looked around and noticed it wasn't my house at all, it was my parents' house. And not their current house, the one before that. I said, "Do you know what this means? This is a dream! Check this out!" and proceeded to strip naked and do a dance in front of the crowd. They were horrified, and I soon realized that even if it wasn't real, it was still completely embarrassing. I quickly re-dressed and went on with my crappy lecture.

Why didn't I pick something better, like flying or eating a giant cake? Or flying and eating cake? What a waste of a lucid dream.
kadenza: (intermission)
Last night I dreamed that I had decided to go back to school full time in the tiny seaside town where my parents have their cottage. I was taking Graphic Design (WHY??) and searching the town for a place to do my work placement. I finally settled on a copy centre because there was no place else that would take me, even for free. God, I was relieved when I woke up.
kadenza: (intermission)
Just before waking up this morning, I had a dream that I was riding a bicycle through a lush forest. It was reminiscent of one of my fondest memories of Sweden last summer: riding across the pastoral island of Visingsö with our friends, on our way to the local Midsommar festivities. (pic)

Anyway, in the dream, I was having trouble getting up enough momentum to stay upright. I pedalled slower and slower, and the bike began leaning dangerously to the right. I didn't care. I just let myself fall onto the grass beside the path, and the landing was so soft I could barely feel it. I woke up with my arms wrapped around the fluffy body pillow my mother gave me for Christmas, nose to nose with a slumbering Kirby. Ever since the appearance of this pillow, he no longer worries about getting crushed by us as we roll over in our sleep. He lies between us on the pillow, completely safe from our flailing limbs.

LJ dream

May. 20th, 2006 12:16 pm
kadenza: (heinous)
Last night was possibly the first time I've ever actually dreamed about LJ. Like, I was using it and scrolling through my friends list, etc.

Anyway, in the dream someone posted an anonymous comment to me alerting me to the presence of an account devoted entirely to the mocking of my journal. The person would repost every one of my entries, and then append it with snide remarks at the bottom. I was absolutely aghast. I checked the user info page, and the journal had a substantial fanbase. I woke up and considered that such a scenario is not all that far-fetched.

LJ entered reality(?) a few times last week, most notably an excellent Ethiopian lunch with [ profile] exsanguinated yesterday (that was real), knitting, dinner and more knitting with [ profile] jacquieblackman on Wednesday (also real), and a thrilling appearance by [ profile] heatherella on the season finale of Law & Order (fake but also real). Whee!


Jan. 31st, 2006 10:24 am
kadenza: (Default)
I had quite a vivid dream last night. Marshie and I had decided to take a year off and travel around the world (no doubt inspired by an article in the Globe on Saturday which chronicled the adventures of a guy who quit his job to travel). We decided to start with the birthplace of civilization, which we believed was an island in the Mediterranean called Kyprios. We had many adventures there.

We both woke up at around 3:30 a.m., possibly due to a loud truck or siren. I told Marshie about my dream, and he laughed and said Kyprios was not an island, but a hockey player turned TSN sports broadcaster-- Nick Kyprios. We soon fell back to sleep.

This morning I decided to Google the word and found out that "Kypros" is the Greek word for Cyprus, home to a neolithic culture around 8,000 years ago. I don't know where my brain got any of this, as my knowledge of geography (and Greek) is fairly hazy.


Aug. 15th, 2005 09:10 am
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I'm very nearly healed, I think. I made great strides over the weekend. By Saturday night I was able to sleep on my side, and last night I was even able to sleep on my stomach, though I had to keep my left knee drawn up to keep my tenderest point off the mattress. My four holes are nearly closed, and I'm pleased to report that I can also walk vertically again. The only things that still give me problems are laughing (ow), sneezing (OW) and picking things up off the floor. Not laughing is the hardest because things are just so funny around here. After my re-check with Dr. L next Tuesday, I'll be officially healed and free to resume all normal activities.

On Saturday we went out to check on our Mt. Pleasant Cemetery cache, which a newbie cacher had not been able to find after an hour of searching. I stayed on the path while Marshie descended into the ravine, and found it right where it's supposed to be. That's a relief.

I had a strange dream last night that my parents, sister and I were staying at a tropical resort, and each night the hotel staff would hold outdoor stir-frys featuring freshly-caught snakes and turtles from the nearby marshes thrown squirming into the giant bubbling pans. I vowed to starve before I would take part in such a repulsive meal, though the rest of my family eagerly tucked in. Very happy to wake up after that.
kadenza: (Default)
Holy fook, that was cold!! I started at my new gym today at 7:45 and that was one chilly walk.

Anyway, everything went smoothly and I remembered my lock combination and everything. This training chick took my blood pressure and pulse. My BP was good, but my pulse was 119. We just couldn't figure it out. I relaxed for a few minutes and filled out some forms and stuff, and it had only dropped to 109. I guess I was a bit nervous, or something. Now that I'm home sitting at the computer desk, it's 58. Bah! She said she wasn't allowed to train me if it was so high, but after I assured her that I don't normally have a problem with it she agreed to start anyway. It was so embarrassing. Stupid pulse! The more I tried to slow it down, the more stressed I got, I guess.

In other health news, I woke up at 2:54 after dreaming that I was driving my car and my doctor called, and told me that he had some very bad news for me. I screamed, "Oh crap, what is it??" and then woke up. Though my eyes were still closed and I felt like I still had the phone in my hand, I could tell I was awake. I waited for the answer anyway, but it didn't come.
kadenza: (Default)
I'm about to go to the gym and stuff. I prepared myself a bowl of real oatmeal from non-instant oats this morning, and GOD that stuff is bland, even with peaches added. It was like eating mucilage like I did back in grade 1 (it's true). I also enjoyed a good nibble on a piece of chalk now and then. The taste was not so good but I enjoyed the crumbly, munchy quality. I guess it's safe to say I was getting plenty of calcium in those days.

I had this crazy dream last night about the Science Centre, of all places. I was there with my whole family, which is also unusual. I mean, I don't think my dad has ever darkened the door of the place.

In the dream, I told a staff member that all that Sgt. Pepper-esque decor has got to go. It's 2004, for God's sake. I realize the place opened in 1969 and it was pretty hip at the time, but come on. "1969!" she exclaimed, "Well that would mean that it's our 25th anniversary and we haven't done anything about it!" I offered to whip her up a logo and promotional materials at a low low price, which she gladly accepted. Then I woke up and realized that even in my dreams, I can't add for shit.


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