Hovercycle

Sunday, July 5th, 2015 10:59 pm
flwyd: (Vigelandsparken circle man)
A few mornings ago I dreamt that I was exploring a possible shortcut on my bicycle. After jumping up some stairs onto a guy's porch1, I rode down a raised wooden trail, across some grass, and stopped when I came upon a pond. Pondering how to get around it, I noticed a guy on a unicycle booking it down the hill towards the pond. When he got to the edge, he jumped a few feet forward, then started furiously pedaling backwards. The spin of his wheel kept him afloat, like a one-wheeled water skeeter. After a few seconds he jumped backwards to shore.

In the dream I was concocting a physical explanation of the stunt, I think involving downward thrust and the fact that the unicycle tire is full of air, plus an allusion to skipping stones. In my waking mind I'm sure it wouldn't work (skipping stones don't work in place), but it was still really bad ass.

1 "If it was easy, they wouldn't call it a 'short cut.' They'd call it 'the way.'" – Road Trip
flwyd: (intense aztec drummer DNC 2008)
I just had a long and odd dream.

I'm a kid in a rather intense school. They've got an all-day event where there are a whole bunch of games and challenges set up in a pretty wide area in a dry valley with a parking lot next to the highway by the rim. The adults running things are pretty gruff. I'm not remembering specifics of the games, but they're sort of carnivalish in flavor, though without the carney advantage -- they're doable, just hard and somewhat demeaning. Groups of kids go from one to another, and they're supposed to eventually do all of them.

After one or two, I decide the whole thing sucks and is bad for me as a person. I slip away from my group, and am making my way towards the parking lot, but occasionally get pulled into a game. When I reach the parking lot, there's a game in one half of it and a tent with a TV, I think playing sports, and a bunch of adults drinking beer. Really nervous, I slip into the sports bar tent. I end up with a bottle of wine somehow.

As the game to my left comes to a dramatic conclusion, a bunch of turnstiles click together, lights go out, and the area is locked. But the turnstile line is just behind me, and there aren't any turnstiles in the sports bar. The adults get up and walk around, and I quietly slip to the front, walk unobserved out of the tent, out of the parking lot, and start walking down the road with my bottle of wine.

Along the road, I pass some houses and also a few adults from the program I'd gotten away from. Either it was officially over or they didn't recognize me, so they were nice to me and didn't realize I'd skipped out, They also didn't notice the bottle of wine.

I eventually walked down the road and met up with my parents at their car and put the wine in a bag so nobody would notice I had it. They were glad to see me, and thought the event with all the demeaning games was lame, though I don't know why they didn't write me a note to excuse me from the event. Another school's football team showed up. Since most of the kids from my school were at this weird event, I think the other team won by default, but they wanted to scrimmage. They had me join them to play the position "short weakling wide receiver," and I happily went along with it.
flwyd: (Trevor glowing grad macky auditorium)
Last night I dreamed I was in graduate school at MIT. It's a sillier place than I imagined it was.
flwyd: (bad decision dinosaur)
I slept for at least an hour with a wineglass on my chest while people played Rock Band eight feet from my head. I woke up suddenly either a split second before I spilled the contents of the glass or a split second before my cognitive awareness picked up on spilling. I announced "Uh... I just spilled red wine, but I don't think I got any on your white couch. Oh wait... that was water."

I was having a dream in which I was at a party. The hosts were Brendan and Deleanor (who I don't think know each other) and several other folks who all lived in a house in Boulder. I think there was roleplaying going on and someone had grabbed some Mountain Dews out of the "alphabetic pool." I inferred that one of the rules of the house was that 12-packs of soda were purchased in alphabetic order on a rotating basis, evenly distributed among members of the house. So one person would buy Barq's and Coca-Cola one week, another would buy Dr Pepper and, perhaps, Fanta the next. I don't think it was a 26-item cycle. I also don't think that's an aspect of communal living that requires that much planning detail.
flwyd: (stavkirke window negative space)
I just had a fairly long dream (I woke up at least twice during it) in which I had moved to Dublin for work. But if I was in Ireland's capital, several things weren't quite right:
  • Nobody spoke in brogue.
  • At no point in my dream did it rain; I even noticed this in the dream and wondered about it.
  • Nobody's hair was orange.
  • The dream focused on a Methodist church.

Although it didn't feel particularly Dublin, it deed feel rather Euro. The church building (at least 100 years old) was the length of a city block and half of it was flats unrelated to the church. My flat was essentially a large drafty room with hardwood floors and funky windows. Lots of people were drinking tea. There weren't any SUVs driving around. I realized a few days after arrival that I had forgot to set my watch ahead by seven hours.

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