Tuesday, May 29, 2012
74. and...
Tuesday, March 15, 2005 - Last night I had a vague dream that I was at my high school reunion in a parking lot and a car drove by and said my name and it turns out it was Justin Timberlake. He graduated with me and he's been in love with me all these years. Everyone knew except me. I was surprised and mildly flattered. Also, something about a church.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
73. vintage radio nightmare
Wednesday, April 11, 2007 - Last night I had a two-part nightmare about my show: first, I went to the studio and there was a big note for me taped up to the monitor that suggested I: write a letter to the FCC, apologize to the listeners, and write "every paper possible" about the implications of broadcasting profanities over the airwaves. Then the dream turned into me trying to figure out what time it was. Every clock said something different and I couldn't tell if I was late for my show, if I'd missed it, or if I still had an hour. I was at home. Finally I decided to call the radio station to ask the DJ. Then the godforsaken dream ended.
Monday, May 21, 2012
72. dreams of yore
New direction for this blog: old dream diary!
Friday, March 14, 2008 - I dreamed that I had a strange and scary stalker. He called during my radio show and knew my name and my street address. Then I was at my house, except it was a house that's a few blocks away from my house, and he was there. I don't remember what happened, but it was very scary. It was so scary I woke up and saw that it was 3 a.m. Then I went back to sleep and continued the dream -- at my next radio show I decided to change my DJ name so he wouldn't know it was me. Oh yeah, and at the beginning of the dream they -- whoever 'they' were -- were talking about how they'd been listening to my radio show and that it was terrible. "Just the parts when I talked?" I asked them, because I know I sound like a helpless baby frog when I talk, but I don't have any problems with the mechanics of being a DJ -- running the board and things -- so when I'm not talking I like to think that my radio shows are fine. No, everything, they said. The entire show was terrible. "Well, not terrible, just bad, right?" I said. No, terrible, they said.
Friday, March 14, 2008 - I dreamed that I had a strange and scary stalker. He called during my radio show and knew my name and my street address. Then I was at my house, except it was a house that's a few blocks away from my house, and he was there. I don't remember what happened, but it was very scary. It was so scary I woke up and saw that it was 3 a.m. Then I went back to sleep and continued the dream -- at my next radio show I decided to change my DJ name so he wouldn't know it was me. Oh yeah, and at the beginning of the dream they -- whoever 'they' were -- were talking about how they'd been listening to my radio show and that it was terrible. "Just the parts when I talked?" I asked them, because I know I sound like a helpless baby frog when I talk, but I don't have any problems with the mechanics of being a DJ -- running the board and things -- so when I'm not talking I like to think that my radio shows are fine. No, everything, they said. The entire show was terrible. "Well, not terrible, just bad, right?" I said. No, terrible, they said.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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