spoiled chinese girl

Alright this was one crazy ass dream.

I can’t really think of HOW this all came about.

But I was at some like freshman frosh type of party, but with both my DSLR camera and with my laptop.  And while I don’t remember being either a freshman or an organizer, I was being forced to take part in all the festivities anyways.

IRL my friend Phil tells me to never leave my gear where I can’t see it.  Stuff gets stolen this way.

And at some point everyone had their bags in a pile by a bunch of picnic tables that we were supposed to eat at.

At some point I realized I should have my bag on me, but I couldn’t find it. And started looking everywhere for my gear.  Seemingly forgot about the bag, as I started going through all the other bags to see if my camera or my computer were in someone else’s bag instead.  Feeling lots of panic.

I woke up, and realized it was a dream.  But I kept trying to go back to sleep to resolve this issue.  I wanted to find my in-dream camera & bag, even after being fully aware that… it wasn’t real.  Weird, huh?

I started worrying about how I was supposed to pack all my things back into my lugage for the flight home.  Because for some reason, not only did I have my desktop computer with me, I also had a small TV and VCR.  And a lot more clothes than seemed necessary.  And I seemed to have travelled down with two carry-on back-packs.  While trying to figure this out, I had started expressing to random people, basically anyone who would listen, that I would like to compress my life so it would fit in one car.  And get rid of everything I don’t need.  Around this point I basically started waking up to birds singing and the garbage truck making very frequent stops by my open window. (Somehow my garbage wasn’t picked up yet though.)

We were staying in someone’s house, and I had my car with me and it was parked in a lot down the street.  So somehow I had gotten my own car (My old Mazda3 to be exact) to Dallas, and we were flying back with it in cargo as well.  This house (that I’ve never seen before IRL) was pretty ghetto, and this random dude just sort of showed up.  He knocked, and asked if we could watch some of his things that he unloaded onto the porch, because he was going to a book sale, and he had a little car he was walking back towards, but the items left were pretty big.  Like a full sized bedroom mirror, a couch, and various other furnature items I didn’t understand how they came from his car.

While in Texas, we went to some warehouse party like thing (not unlike the suscon, but it was a different looking space) that was basically filled with computer tech people, many of which who seemed to be working, like this space somehow employed them.  I got paired up with a girl because my desktop computer was having problems, and while looking we decided that some ports were not working properly, and the power wasn’t firing and other random things.  She gave me a list of all the things in the computer that needed replacing, and my comment was it’d be easier to buy a new desktop computer.

(I seemingly have not much else to write about, so my most current dream from May 20-21st will take up four diary entries to make up for it! Oh the suspense!)

For some reason, a few Toronto people went BACK to Dallas Texas because my friends Jason & Jana were there on their epic road trip. And the idea was that they would be getting on a plane and flying back to Toronto, and having their car shipped as well. (Why, I don’t know, that makes no sense) And that we would fly down to Dallas, stay one night at the hotel (same one we stayed at during the Suscon IRL) and fly from DFW back to YYZ… and have the car shipped up at the same time.