08/23/01
Answering Machine Feedback
The dreams of this night were more a selection of random images than any dream that made sense.
One "image" was of me walking through the house in early/midafternoon, and I went through the dining room toward the living room and came to the answering machine. The layout of our house, or at least of the rooms, seemed slightly different. Can't explain it. But I looked down at the answering machine and saw that it had two messages on it. I know we had listened to them already; I think they were Grandma or somebody just saying, "Hellooooo? Pick up the phone," like she always does (she has yet to figure out how to leave an actual message). And I wanted to erase these messages, I think, but perhaps I wanted to save them and THEN erase them? I can't recall because I know I wanted to do something to clear the machine yet I didn't feel confident doing it. I think I went over and pressed the button to listen to them and both started with a long whining sound, kind of like feedback only not as high pitched. I'd forgotten about that. It was normal, for some reason, whatever it was. All I know for certain is that I wasn't doing what I rather wanted to do, so I had to let it be.
Chief Ugly? At A Hockey Game??
There was some sort of game on TV, hockey I believe, but it may have been a weird hybrid game--hockey/basketball, perhaps. The camera view was from high above the "rink" and there were lots of players out there. At first the team name was Pirates, I think, and as I like pirates (they were my elementary school mascot), I started paying more attention and watching out for their logo. And when I saw it, I saw it was "Chief Ugly" (I think that's his name--he's an Indian logo for our city team, the Chiefs). He looked slightly different--perhaps his headdress feathers weren't as long?--and I don't think he was in the letter C, but it was definitely him. I can't remember if the team name changed to Chiefs or not, but it seems that at first it didn't, since I thought it was odd that a team called the Pirates would have a Chief for their mascot!
In any case I called out to Ma to come see--"They've got our logo for their team!" I was more amused than angry. Of course my interest in the game had grown. Now they (the announcers?) started talking about the players, I think, and there may have been a fight or some controversy over a few of them. I feel they were Russian, but playing for the US.
The Junkfood Jesus
I was sitting on the couch (early afternoon?), on Dad's end, and I had this weird...sculpture...of Jesus. Did you ever make those macaroni pictures in school when you were little? When you glued the macaroni to a piece of paper to create a picture? This was something like that. I had a big piece of wood or card/posterboard and it had this lifesize image of Jesus's bust on it. And it was made out of food. o_O Um...yep. The whole outline of him, done in snack foods. I think it was supposed to be chips and junkfood and such but it wasn't like any food I've seen in real life with the 3D effect it had. As I sat here (it was daytime) with this board (it may have been painted pale blue) I think a tiny piece of Jesus's eyebrow or something fell off, and I may have eaten it. No use letting it go to waste. Then I turned it around (it wasn't facing me at first) and looked at it. I was wondering if I should just eat the whole thing. What ELSE was I supposed to do with it?
I believe it was this same part; I leaned way back in my seat and put my foot up on the end of the footstool, where there was now some sort of iridescent, oily-textured (like oily stickers from the Eighties!) square that I kept pressing on with my foot. I think I was wearing shoes, sneakers. I just kept pressing against this square (it was flat, perhaps a foot square), making the colors swirl as much as I could. It was pretty, this kind of medium metallic plum/purple color with a few small oily streaks moving around. I was pressing on it hard, and the colors didn't seem to want to move much. I think I was thinking about something while I did this, maybe how I could best take care of somebody who was causing trouble.
This person was a girl, a really REALLY witchy girl. I may have gotten in a fight with her, or she with someone else; all I have written down is "got in fight w/ ?" Uncertain if we fought at all, but she REALLY bothered me. I knew she was no good. I think my pressing my foot against this square had something to do with me dealing with her, if I could just figure it out. And I know that part was more detailed, including what she'd done that was so awful (she had a HORRID personality), what this had to do with the Jesus (if anything) and the square, and how it may have tied in to the hockey dream, "Chief Ugly? At A Hockey Game??" if that was the same one. Perhaps she had something to do with these controversial Russian players?
That's merely a guess, but as good as anything else for now, since I have no idea what happened next.
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