Had a couple dream sequences lately. Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was in a simple one-room house with my family and tornadoes kept swirling in through the front door (uh, they were small tornadoes) and I think I was getting freaked out, but my family seemed disinterested (even though I don’t remember anything more interesting in the room). When I made a big fuss about the tornadoes that were invading the house, some family member got annoyed at me, and then kind of whacked the tornado with his/her hand, and instantaneously the tornado turned into kind of a clear elongated bubble with a thick skin, almost like a inflatable cushion. It would just kind of float there, and nobody seemed to do anything with them after they stopped being tornadoes. Anyway, after learning that strategy, I think we all started walking around slapping tornadoes when we saw them come in. Uh, and that’s that. I don’t remember anything else.
Last night, I dreamed about some birthday party where we were at some game center and I relished competing against some guy (my brother? Some Stanford classmate?) in this video-game-like racing game where you would start off looking at a screen, but somehow end up actually driving a go-cart out of this mountain-like structure that was only the size of a small tent at the end of the round (and this seemed totally normal to me). There were all these matches we played, and each time I would totally smoke the guy at the start, such that my feeling was that he always got left behind and just quit, but somehow I would always fall short and fail the mission objective by the end of that round. Anyway, the only round I remember is the final one, where I got stuck in tent-like thing, and I was surrounded by all these black balloons, and I took a long time to get out, so finally Brian got tired of waiting and he said something like, “C’mon, just pop them!!” and everybody came by to pop the balloons and I think I scrambled to get out of the go-cart. *sequence fades out*
Then I dreamed about being in Hong Kong (not in a place I recognize in real life), and I was walking around in the streets looking for something (a restaurant?) or someone, but I don’t remember, except that I think I was pressed for time. Either that or there was a stain on my shirt that I needed to clean up. (Shrug.) Anyway, on some busy street, one guy was asking the police officer for directions, and they were looking at a map, and I think I was either peeking over their shoulder or just eavesdropping. In any case, after the policeman pointed out what street we were on, I suddenly felt much more confident about my whereabouts, even though somehow I was still pretty lost. Anyway, next thing I remember is that I’m trying to get on the elevator to some high-rise building. I think I’m looking for my dad one of the lower floors. Somehow I end up on the TOP of the elevator, and it’s one of those elevators that are built on the outside of a building, so all of a sudden my acrophobia takes over and I’m hanging on for dear life, staring at the Hong Kong landscape rapidly drawing away below me. Anyway, by the time we get to the top, the 22nd floor, I recognize enough of the landmarks below to realize that, to my horror, the building whose elevator I’m stuck on was just off the edge of the map of the guy on the street. That makes me realize that I have no idea where I am, since it wasn’t on the map. At this point, I entertain both the idea of trying to jump to the roof that is quite a significant distance away, risking certain death if I miss the roof and fall down, or of just forgetting about the whole roof thing and just jumping to my certain death, since I have no idea where I am anyway. Then my mom just pops out of nowhere and is now on the roof, and next thing I know, I’ve made it safely to the roof (I don’t remember jumping) and I then turn my attention to my annoyance that wherever I am isn’t actually on the map.
Oh well, wish I remembered more! I wonder if it’s better to just attempt to name names when I have a vague recollection of such, or whether I should just insist characters in my dream recollections remain nameless unless I am absolutely certain.