i don't know if i would have remembered them as well if i hadn't have been woken up in the 7am hour, so that was good i guess.
a couple scenes i remember well.
working at a different costco:
i think this kind of stems from a new guy at work. he's the brother of courtney, a girl i used to work with, and israel, a manager who is really cool. actually, now that joe is gone, israel is my new favorite manager. he likes thrice. anyway, the brother's name is aaron and he is from texas. at least i think it's texas... maybe arizona or new mexico... it's down there somwhere. he worked at costco down there for like 9 years, and he works in the department i want to go to and he knows like everything about that stuff. him transferring here may have put me out of the chance at a spot in the department, but i'm ok with it because he's cool.
ok so in my dream, i was working at a different costco with him, but this costco was not a warehouse, it was in a fancy department store. lower ceilings, smooth tile, glitzy trim and all things eye catching. it was ridiculous. i didn't spend much time there (who can measure time in a dream anyway?) but it's definitely worth noting, to me at least.
next scene:
i was standing in a hallway with my grandfather. i don't have a name for him like other people do for their grandparents, he's just grandpa. i guess it's pronounced "grampa" though, to be accurate. my g-pa isn't doing that well health-wise these days. he has... i dunno if i remember, alzheimers maybe? (though it could have been, that definitely was not a joke. if you even caught it). him and i were never really close, i dunno why. we've been fishing together and spent time together, but i don't recall having long talks or anything like that. regrettable. but here i was standing in this hallway and my grampa was standing in the hallway and i just gave him a big, long hug and was crying, like i was saying goodbye.
side note: if that day ever comes, it must be a sad, sad day when parents or grandparents stop getting hugs from their kids like they used to. when i was little i used to do "powerhugs" with my dad. he would sit down on his knees and i would run at him from across the room and jump into a hug that would knock him over and we would both tumble onto the ground laughing. i wonder when the last time i did that was, and if my dad had any idea it would be the last... being a parent must contain such depths of joy and sadness. being God with us as children must be much the same way.
next scene:
i was sitting in an unfamiliar room with a large tv in it. my dad was there and my brother arif. we were watching tv. that's about it.
next scene:
this part felt like it's a repeat dream, one i've had before. it came because i finished all of Avatar last night before falling asleep. when i finish a series, wether video or book, i almost always feel like i'm leaving behind friends. like i spent time with these characters and i got to know them and now i'm saying goodbye. it's always kind of a bittersweet thing. maybe i'm strange.
but anyway, somehow i was in space, and i was falling towards the sun. as you can imagine, this was a bad situation. a solar flare(those strings of fire that look like tentacles coming off the sun) shot out near me, and i got this idea. i manipulated the fire of the flare to shoot back and wrap around the sun, then come back in front to make a long, fiery string of flames point towards earth. then i turned the flare into ice (i'm so cool, right?) and started ice surfing on this long strand of frozen fire. using the sun's gravity, i surfed towards the sun first, curved around behind it and then rocketed forward, back towards the earth. it was a rough ride, but i ice surfed all the way back to my home planet. it might be hard to picture if you weren't there in my dream, but basically it was flippin' sweet.
that's all the dream parts i can remember.
i really didn't intend to write this much, but i felt like background info was necessary/helpful for some things.
now onto homework for the rest of my day at home. peace.
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