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zuki_sanI found the other dreams. Here goes:
6:10 AM 5/9/2005--Time I got up and typed this up. Edited before posting here, because I type them up as it comes to mind, and that's a little messy.
Someone that I know--I think someone I really do know in real life--has invented this new game to play on trampolines. Basically, it consisted of trying to push the other person off the trampoline. As the rules and play were further developed, a whole group of people formed--most of them from my classes at Capital--and we started to have large matches. Four guys would get on the trampoline, and the last one still on was the winner. After enough watching, I decided that I wanted to play to. I'd been watching the whole time, and possibly playing at the beginning. But when I decided to join the official rotation, I was a bit worried--it was a rough and tumble game. So I put on a giant football jersey with pads and a helmet. I remember squatting the way I do on the sides of the trampoline in football gear, feeling a bit like an ogre. That it was an ogre's sort of pose. More the idea of the image. The girls' round was last--there were only four of us, and we faced off against each other. Myself. Elizabeth Fuji. Jenn Matteffs, and Andrea. I took off my glasses, and handed them to someone on the sidelines--didn't want them getting damaged. (I have bent my glasses before roughhousing. Oich.)
Then it begain. I pounced at 'Lizbeth, and between my good momentum and applied force from my head, I rolled her off the tramp handily. (My descision to roll people off and use my head was unique, as far as I know.) Then I noticed that I seemed to be wearing my glasses after all--I'd felt them against my face when I was pushing Lizbeth. Annoyed, I handed them back to "andrea," who was somehow back on the sidelines as a ref. Perhaps Jen Williams was there as well, and that's who it was. Or maybe I'm confusing her with someone else. Then I either rolled off Jeniffer M. in much the same way as Lizbeth, but I might have been helped along the way by Andrea's efforts. By this point I might have been wearing a padded shirt, but I wasn't wearing the helmet. I guess I realized I didn't need it, and took it off. Andrea is bigger, or at least weighs more than I do--I couldn't roll her off very easily. She tried some move on me, and I responded by putting her into a kind of improvised wrestling hold using my legs, and my arms keeping hers in an uncomfortable, neutral position. It was late afternoon when these matches started, and sunset when the girls did. The trampoline was in our backyard like it used to be, and we were within the shadow of the house, and I remember looking at the ring of people watching the last parts of this last match--their faces were lit, of course. Someone/They began a count. THht's when I realized that this game really was like wrestling--if I could hold and immoblize Andrea for 10 seconds, I would win. So I did--although I really didn't tense up a bit. She almost escaped at the end, and did after the count ended--but I wasn't trying hard to hold her at that point, and so released after she was half out. Thinking it over, I realised I wasn't bad at this game, and I would like to try playing it again. But instead of going onto other matches, dream-setting suddenly swtiches switched to a man describing the technique used. (Implication: that some people use in this game-sport.) Open hands only. No fists, elbows, etc. he demonstrated a few open hand positions. they were from martial arts, and I thought of the technique used by Neji and Hinata. Dream interrupt.
same night, earlier:
something about me/a-man-representing-my-point-of-view rescusing a fish from something. Like, some mafia thugs, or somethign like that. They walk through the waterways afterwards a bit more, conversing. (The setting is basically a city. However, everything's in about three feet of water or so, and all the building just sort of rise out of that. Most of them are meaningless generic videogame skyscrapers, that cannot be entered and are really just for feel. The man is quieter and tends to listen. The fish is blue, somewhat anthromorphosized, and likes to talk. It is the size of a normal fish, pretty much.) The two Eventually come to a sort of stairs with water running over them. They lead up out of the water, into another building, I think. "Now these, these are very dangerous" says the fish. He knows this town, and his way around it. Part of what he's doing is showing the man around, the sights, etc.
"Oh? Now how is that?" the man is a little amused.
"You can't get too close, or else...." in the process of explaining, the fish gets too close. He is sucked into a grate just below the water-stairs, and comes out at the top of the lowest rung. The water running over them slides him right forward, drops him back into the grille, and the process repeats. Several times. Quickly.
Being above water like this and getting slapped around is clearly uncomfortable for the fish. On the next pass, the man grabs the (standing upright on his tailfins like he has been the entire time) fish. I don't think the fish expresses gratitude--he's not that kinda person--but he does say something. Kinda sheepish. "So....yeah." It is understood that the man is far too big for this danger to happen to him. The fish had forgotten to take that into account. I cannot remember if the man says something after that, or what he says.
6:10 AM 5/9/2005--Time I got up and typed this up. Edited before posting here, because I type them up as it comes to mind, and that's a little messy.
Someone that I know--I think someone I really do know in real life--has invented this new game to play on trampolines. Basically, it consisted of trying to push the other person off the trampoline. As the rules and play were further developed, a whole group of people formed--most of them from my classes at Capital--and we started to have large matches. Four guys would get on the trampoline, and the last one still on was the winner. After enough watching, I decided that I wanted to play to. I'd been watching the whole time, and possibly playing at the beginning. But when I decided to join the official rotation, I was a bit worried--it was a rough and tumble game. So I put on a giant football jersey with pads and a helmet. I remember squatting the way I do on the sides of the trampoline in football gear, feeling a bit like an ogre. That it was an ogre's sort of pose. More the idea of the image. The girls' round was last--there were only four of us, and we faced off against each other. Myself. Elizabeth Fuji. Jenn Matteffs, and Andrea. I took off my glasses, and handed them to someone on the sidelines--didn't want them getting damaged. (I have bent my glasses before roughhousing. Oich.)
Then it begain. I pounced at 'Lizbeth, and between my good momentum and applied force from my head, I rolled her off the tramp handily. (My descision to roll people off and use my head was unique, as far as I know.) Then I noticed that I seemed to be wearing my glasses after all--I'd felt them against my face when I was pushing Lizbeth. Annoyed, I handed them back to "andrea," who was somehow back on the sidelines as a ref. Perhaps Jen Williams was there as well, and that's who it was. Or maybe I'm confusing her with someone else. Then I either rolled off Jeniffer M. in much the same way as Lizbeth, but I might have been helped along the way by Andrea's efforts. By this point I might have been wearing a padded shirt, but I wasn't wearing the helmet. I guess I realized I didn't need it, and took it off. Andrea is bigger, or at least weighs more than I do--I couldn't roll her off very easily. She tried some move on me, and I responded by putting her into a kind of improvised wrestling hold using my legs, and my arms keeping hers in an uncomfortable, neutral position. It was late afternoon when these matches started, and sunset when the girls did. The trampoline was in our backyard like it used to be, and we were within the shadow of the house, and I remember looking at the ring of people watching the last parts of this last match--their faces were lit, of course. Someone/They began a count. THht's when I realized that this game really was like wrestling--if I could hold and immoblize Andrea for 10 seconds, I would win. So I did--although I really didn't tense up a bit. She almost escaped at the end, and did after the count ended--but I wasn't trying hard to hold her at that point, and so released after she was half out. Thinking it over, I realised I wasn't bad at this game, and I would like to try playing it again. But instead of going onto other matches, dream-setting suddenly swtiches switched to a man describing the technique used. (Implication: that some people use in this game-sport.) Open hands only. No fists, elbows, etc. he demonstrated a few open hand positions. they were from martial arts, and I thought of the technique used by Neji and Hinata. Dream interrupt.
same night, earlier:
something about me/a-man-representing-my-point-of-view rescusing a fish from something. Like, some mafia thugs, or somethign like that. They walk through the waterways afterwards a bit more, conversing. (The setting is basically a city. However, everything's in about three feet of water or so, and all the building just sort of rise out of that. Most of them are meaningless generic videogame skyscrapers, that cannot be entered and are really just for feel. The man is quieter and tends to listen. The fish is blue, somewhat anthromorphosized, and likes to talk. It is the size of a normal fish, pretty much.) The two Eventually come to a sort of stairs with water running over them. They lead up out of the water, into another building, I think. "Now these, these are very dangerous" says the fish. He knows this town, and his way around it. Part of what he's doing is showing the man around, the sights, etc.
"Oh? Now how is that?" the man is a little amused.
"You can't get too close, or else...." in the process of explaining, the fish gets too close. He is sucked into a grate just below the water-stairs, and comes out at the top of the lowest rung. The water running over them slides him right forward, drops him back into the grille, and the process repeats. Several times. Quickly.
Being above water like this and getting slapped around is clearly uncomfortable for the fish. On the next pass, the man grabs the (standing upright on his tailfins like he has been the entire time) fish. I don't think the fish expresses gratitude--he's not that kinda person--but he does say something. Kinda sheepish. "So....yeah." It is understood that the man is far too big for this danger to happen to him. The fish had forgotten to take that into account. I cannot remember if the man says something after that, or what he says.
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Date: 2005-05-17 04:13 pm (UTC)Yeah. I guess there's only so much to be said about dreams, anyways. I don't really bother to analyze them myself beyond any basic message that seems to be found, or beyond going, "wow. I have a cool subconscious."