Rice Cooker Confusion

Last night I had an odd dream about a rice cooker.

I was outside on a sidewalk. The location was a cross between the Woodhaven Pathmark parking lot and an on ramp to the Prospect Expressway/ Brooklyn Queens Expressway.

There were people all around walking hurriedly to their destinations. It was a very busy sidewalk. In my hands I held the cooking pot to an electric rice cooker. I'm not sure why or how I was able to do so, but I managed to get about 3 to 4 scoops/cups of rice in the pot. I also had a water source available. I think it was a garden hose. While trying to stand on this busy sidewalk, I proceeded to wash the rice. To those who don't know, the action of washing rice consists of adding a good amount of water to the rice pot, stirring it to let the starches/white cloudy stuff float to the top, and then pouring out the white water(Repeat 3 to 4 times or as long as desired). The problem I kept having though, was every time I went to pour out the water I would lose a good amount of rice. I believe I was pouring out into a sewer grate. With every wash the amount of rice would shrink down; almost to the point where I had about one cup of rice left in the pot. I remembering being very upset that I kept losing rice. But what could I do? No matter how much I tried not to lose rice, it wouldn't work. For some reason, while I was washing the rice I also added Soy Sauce to the pot.

When I was finally fed up with losing rice I decided to head into Pathmark to see if I could find something there to help me out. When I was around midway crossing the street, I woke up.

Weird. I wonder if washing rice is a common Asian dream.

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Remembering my dreams

For several days now I have been having a hard time remembering my dreams. I think it may because I have been depriving myself of long periods of sleep. I think most of the week I've had an average of 5 to 6 hour nights. Though I think thats what I've always done. Maybe I only remember my dreams on the weekend when I can pass out for a good 10 to 12 hour sleeping marathon.

Perhaps thats why my dreams tend to be very odd. Sleep deprivation leads to an explosion of backed up subconsious thought. Hmmmm do I have a backed up subconsious? Is that even possible?

Dream Test

I didn't dream this one. This one is just a test.

Space Pod Job

I had this weird dream last night.

In the dream I was flying around in this space pod that was launched from earth. It was rather small. And the reason I was flying around in it, is because it was my job to check up and maintain some sort of installation on a space station.

When I get to the space station I find that on the surface of the space station there is a small modern earth city built on it. I think the city was built to house one person. Like the person was some sort of experimental mutant or something living in this fake city. When I get there though, I fly around at a low altitude just observing. There is a part of the dream where I'm flying around in a department store and to exit the department store I decide to fly right through the biggest window I can find. I find that window at the store entrance right above the doors. When I hit the window I easily crash right through the glass and into the open. There's a lake out side of the store and I fly over that to gain altitude.

Eventually, for some reason I come to the conclusion that whatever I came to do at the space station just can't be done today so I decide I better return to earth. When I punch in the commands into my navigation computer to return back to earth (which functioned much like a handheld GPS) it says that the journey will take 5 hours. This is when I start thinking that I just used the space pod to fly out to a space station, did nothing, and am now returning premature. Whatever work or maintenance I would have done would normally have taken a day or two. So basically I just wasted a ton of company time and company money for nothing. That's when I decide to cancel the return to home on the navigation computer and just drift in space until the next day; just so that it looks like I spent some time doing something out in space.

Sometime after that decision, the dream shifts to my apartment/house. I say apartment/house because it is kind of like a mix of both my current apartment and my mother's house. * I'm with Judy and she needs to get to the airport to fly back to Buffalo. After trying to hurry her ass up to get packed we run into Eric and Eff. It turns out Eric had been staying over also and has to catch a flight today too, though their airports and airlines are different.

This is around where the dream ends.

Interstate

Interstate Dreaming. * There were cars. it was scary

Technite Future

I had a dream that Ethan and I were back at tech. But its not 1998, its the future, like near future. Anyways, we were on the 49th floor. Sort of just walking around. We were just leaving a computer class or something. Well eventually we get this idea that we should visit the old Aerospace classroom. So we head on down to this secret stair well that takes you right into the room. When we get there though, its super deserted. There are tons of rusty engines and engine parts. As we look around, this short black lady walks in and tells us what happened. I think she was our Biology teacher but I can't remember. Apparently sometime after we graduated the Aerospace major was cancelled. While she is telling us about how the place hasn't been used, we see this fuzzy hamster like creature with big eyes walking on this turbine. Its so cute! And it can roll up like a hedgehog; only it looks like a rock when it does. That's when I notice smaller rocks rolling all over the floor.

Orphan Dreams

I had a dream

I dreamt of an orphanage. But not one I've seen before. This one was in the future. The children were kept in shackles. I was an orphan. The minds of all the orphans had been so warped that most had absolutely no desire to leave.

Most of the older children had their shackles connected to metal lines that littered the cielings of the entire building. This restricted where they could go and how far they could travel. The younger children who's shackles could not reach the lines just had the older kids hold their chains. So broken where these younger children that even though they were not even connected to the grid and potentially had the best potential for escape the thought wasn't even in the reahlm of possibilities for them.

Guided in a single marching line we were all hearded into a big room with many individual tables. Although the tables could sit four, we were separated to one per table. Although I knew or at least had a sense that I did not belong, I understood completely what was going on. Today we were all going to interview with potential parents.

I sat at a table. A quietly waited. I don't know if they had been removed or if I even ever had them on at all but I was not shackled at this point. Eventually a couple sat down at my table. They were probably in their mid 30s or 40s. They had a midwest kinda feel to them. Or at least a country side feel. they were kind and asked me to tell them about myself. I oddly began with my high school. I said I studied engineering, which was partially true. It was an "interview" afterall. Then I went on to descibe my studies in college, and how I went from toy salesmen to marketing research.

As I tell my story I slowly come to the realization that I shouldn't be here. I'm no orphan why am I interviewing for a new family. I stand up and I run over to the headmaster or whatever they are called in an orphanage. When I reach her it turns out to be Maria, my current boss. Knowing that I'm in the future I ask her what happened. What year is it. I ask her to tell me what has happened in the years between now and 2008. I don't remember much of what was actually said to me except for the fact that she said that my two dogs died. I replied saying "my two dogs, I have two dogs" after which I begin to cry. Not uncontrollably but certainly with a lot of tears.

The dream ends around here.

while in the shower I started to think how crazy I must have sounded to that old couple. Then I wondered. What if it wasn't an orphanage. What if it was some insane asylum. What if this is the dream. What if I'm really some crazy person in some looney bin dreaming about living this life.....