More specifically, Sweet Dreams are made from eating extra spicy Mai Fun before bed. Let me explain the sort of dream I had the other night. The tale has 3 separate parts. The first section was straight out of Paranormal Activity. I was staying in my Aunts old apartment, and kept encountering minor haunts, gradually getting more noticeable. After a while, I was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of unpopped popcorn, and was startled, spilling the kernels everywhere. The outline of the ghost appearing in the falling popcorn and I ran into the shower to hide, where I again was spooked, slipped and knocked myself out. When I came to, I had transitioned to some random shopping mall where I was watching live auditions for the television show “The Voice”. Two things occurred to me while watching these live auditions in the mall. One, why are they still letting people audition if they have no more spots on the judges teams, and two, why are they auditioning people in a mall. Apparently I didn’t dwell on it much, because I continued my journey in the mall, encountering a quartet group that was auditioning. They began singing commercial jingles from my childhood, including Kit Kat, the Oscar Meyer Wiener jingle, and the Perfection board game (For those of you who don’t remember Perfection’s commercials – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UO4osBoMI8). I did some wondering about, before deciding to take an escalator to another floor. It was at this time I realized I was wearing women’s high-heeled shoes. Don’t know what to make of that. Once at the top of the escalator, I stopped by a television/billboard to watch a trailer for a new movie my brain decided was coming out. The movie was about a rough and tumble inner city black kid who moves to Arizona and somehow ages 60 years. The next thing I know, I’m in said movie scenario. I am in a mostly barren desert setting, with a few buildings surrounding me. But there is something amiss. The buildings, all major fast food complexes, are actually inflated balloon buildings…Fully functional and occupied. Balloon buildings. So, somehow I get ahold of an ATV and start running into the buildings causing them to pop. The mascots for said companies begin swarming my ATV in droves. Ronald McDonald, The Burger King, Jack in the Box guy, etc, all riding their own ATVs after me. Somehow I find an escalator, still in the desert of Arizona mind you, and ride it down to evade the corporate icons. At the bottom of the steps, I encountered a woman who had a 50 foot Harley Davidson and offered to ride me to safety. I hopped on and we rode off into the sunset. I woke up soon after.

 

I try to get out to the Student Recreation Center on occasion, get my sweat on. Played raquetball, as usual. And as usual, I got pegged several times. Sometimes I think the ball just has it out for me. Stupid rubber bastard.

Going shopping at HyVee is such a bittersweet experience. I usually go just to get a few things. But cheese, milk and bread turns into a shopping cart full of groceries and one hell of a bill at the end. And to make matters worse, I chose the stupid mini cart, thinking it would keep my from buying a ton of food. Nope. Just made me be more creative in how I stacked things. Damn you HyVee.

 

My project for the day is a 50″ by 38″ collage, including hundreds of scraps of magazine paper and road atlas. So far, I’ve invested over 5 glue sticks, 8 Xacto blades, and my sanity in this monster. Its so large, I have to tape it to the wall to work on it. Took a break to illustrate my state of mind. Back to it…

Living in the mid-west often results in pretty nasty winters. This year has been quite mild, luckily. However, last night yielded quite the snow fall. And I had to walk to work. My pants are not pleased.