2002-06-19   3:18 p.m.

hrrm. i just woke up to a single-phone ring, but had some feeling it was for me (it wasn't).. so, aside from feeling my psychic powers slip away, what have i been up to?

i talked to Brytne last night and she confirmed that she was going to make it down to u of i when i go up for orientation in 1 week (7 days!) :) we talked for the greater part of the evening, until she went to sleep around midnight (apparently some people actually have to wake up before 2 pm), hopefully happy. so i stayed up a few hours making some scriptlance (i'm hoping to get a freelance web design job, so if you know anybody who'd pay a lil bit for that kinda work lemme know!) bids, and reading some ebook dank brad niket and danny are reading too. then i went to sleep...

and i had the freakiest string of dreams! (some of which aren't public forum).. but the most memorable was this:

i was some sort of racecar driver (who for some reason had a weight division; i attribute this to a vh1 movie i caught part of) and while i was fairly new, i was already rivals with the best racer in the division (we both weighed 168 lbs), brian schute -- now, that's the name of the enemy wrestler in this movie i flipped by a few days ago, so it's obvious where that came from. so i had some sort of theatrical background on a previous race in which brian had dominated me, or at least my brain implanted that in the more conscious part of dreamland so i had a remembered vendetta or something against him.. but anyway, the race was pretty intense (i woke up sweating) but at the end, brian was ahead but kept braking sporadically to put up a cloud of dust, thinking i would instinctively slow down, but i didn't care so i just kept the pedal mashed and came out a carlength or two ahead of him..

well, my excitement in the dream was enough to twitch me awake a bit, and i sat up in bed with my arms out and i think i let out some sort of barbaric yawp before falling flat again and resettling into the dream immediately... i picked up at a scene in which i was discussing the race with schute, who showed much more respect, asking me "where were you?" and i said "in your blindspot" to which he replied "but i have bubble mirrors on both sides, there's no way you were in my blindspot" and i responded with a smirk "are you sure they were adjusted correctly?"

so the dream went to some sort of 80s cinematography (i'm talkin chips here -- was that 80s?) and flashbacked to him looking at his right-side mirror, but the bubble (concave) portion was apparently on some sort of sliding track, and in freezeframe somebody moved it to the other side of the track to reveal that i was, in fact, in his blindspot. okay, that was really poorly explained but it was a really cool dream and despite my wishes on numerous occasions this is the first time i've ever resettled perfectly (sans the accurate time lapse) back into a dream after opening my eyes. maybe i only pulled it off because it was an innocent dream ;)

yup

prolly

-kyle

well i woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most

i dream i never know anyone at the party and i'm always the host

if dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts

you can never escape, you can only move south down the coast