Friday, November 17, 2000

The Word of God

I was in grandmother's house. In her room was a machine that made scents. This bemused many of us. There was a box in the room. Sitting in the box was a man. They claimed that if you asked this man a question, God would answer. There were many people at the house supporting the man. I was skeptical as were most that heard of this. I figured it was a scam.

I asked a question. I don't remember what I asked, but the answer I got was true. I was amazed. I then became part of a story. I was a sheriff and a writer. The next day, I brought an ex-con to the house with me. (The ex-con in this dream happened to be James Remar. I told the ex-con about the man in the box. When we went to the man in the box, he was pretending to be a tree as if not to be noticed. The ex-con asked his question. His question was "Where is it?" I thought, he's trying to trick the man in the box, asking an erroneous question. But God replied without pause, "It's in topeka county near Albequerque, just down I45 and under the bridge." The answer was incredibly detailed and as we heard it, we knew exactly where to go to find it, whatever that might be. Now I was thinking that the ex-con had asked where some treasure was, some stolen money or other such thing. I was stunned by the response. But the answer was given so we left.

We headed to the place God told us to go. When we arrived there were many people there. Something was happening. We walked over to a cliff where everyone was gathered. I saw a man tapping his toe and knew the man in the box that was God was watching via these peoples feet. The people were upset. At the edge of the cliff, the man in charge there said things. "We've done all we can. The blood... It's too far down. Can't save him...

I looked at the ex-con. He was totally confident. He nodded to me and I knew what he wanted and that I would help him. We stepped forward. The ex-con said, "I'll go". He got on a rope that was attached to a crane. We were going to lower him down. The man in charge tried to stop us saying, "You don't understand... there's..." The ex-con shook his head. "I'm going". He had his answer from God and nothing was stopping him. We began to lower him down. Near the bottom was a small beach, the edge of a large lake, a crashed boat, and sharks. Lots of sharks. Half way down the rope stopped. It did not reach far enough. Then the rope suddenly broke or maybe the ex-con let go. He dropped into the water. The sharks began to move and he was right in the middle of all of them. One by one the sharks tried to take him, and one by one the sharks died. The ex-con was slicing them open with a knife as they tried to eat him. A larger one came up under him and pushed him around. There was some panic above but he kept killing them. Soon all the sharks were dead. We raised the excon back up somehow. SOmeone left on the crashed boat. The incident was over. The day was saved.

I returned home with the ex-con. I had writers block and my wife was mad at me for galavanting around instead of writing the next chapter of my book. I turned to her angry and said what I said to her many times, "Look, I can't just sit down and write a chapter, the chapter writes itself!" and as I said it, the excon turned and said the same thing at the exact same time sounding just like me. My wife and I stopped and looked at the ex-con, wondering if he was me. I awoke shortly after.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 11/17/2000 10:45:31 AM

Monday, November 6, 2000

Mission Impossible Goes Back In Time

I dreamed I was driving up to my old high school. I saw my friend Fred's 55 Chevy in the parking lot near the band hall. It was dark black, sleeker and mean looking. As I walked towards the band hall entrance, Dave Metzener and Bryan Files (co-workers) walked up. Someone in the background said, "It's the Mission Impossible Team. Do you think you can do the job?" I knew that we would try.

One thing as we approached became very obvious to me. We had travelled back in time to when I was in school. I wondered if I would meet myself. Alas, it seemed we had gone back before I got into high school. We entered the band hall. It was chaos. A wild party with noise every was going on.

In the center of it all was my junior high band director. He was wearing a suit and looking important and in charge. Where was Alsbrooks, my first year high school director? I knew he ran the band even before I joined high school band. This was what was wrong. Somehow my junior high school band director (Mr. Hopkins) had taken over and was ruling over all. How would we stop him?

Alas, solving this caper was not to be because I became infatuated with trying to identify the girls in the band. I went from girl to girl looking them over, trying to find someone I recognized. I didn't know if I was looking for anyone in particular, but I kept looking. The world began to spin out of control and the dream was lost.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 11/6/2000 11:13:05 PM

Tuesday, October 31, 2000

My Scariest Dream

Way back when I was a child, I had this dream.

I was alone, walking around somewhere outside. I was in my neighborhood but something was wrong. I heard sirens in the distance. It was a dark night and hard to see. Then I heard crying. A woman was hurt somewhere. I tried to find her. I came upon the sound, a man lying face down on a woman. The air was cold and I was afraid. I moved forward. The man didn't seem to be moving. The woman was crying. I reached down and pulled, rolling the man off the woman. He was alive and stabbing her with a knife over and over! She was dead! and then I woke up.

It was hard to get back to sleep that night. -Jeff

posted by Jeff Gatlin 10/31/2000 2:07:38 PM

Thursday, September 14, 2000

My Hotel Room

I was tired from a long day at the convention. I decided to go to my hotel room. I checked the key and headed for the appropriate door. When I got there, I noticed another guy heading into my room. I knew him, he was one of the guys in the band. Hmm perhaps there was a mix up and he got the wrong room number. Since my room number was 515 I tried to find room 514 to see if that was the right room. I wandered up and down the halls but could not find a room 514. Finally I find a sing and it showed that the hotel had no room 514. So I went back to my room 515. I figured that they must have assigned me a roommate for the convention.

When I entered, the guy was in there with a girl. Oh I thought, this might be awkward. Then I noticed it was two girls with him. Hmm. Then three. It's starting to get interesting. Then more... now its crowded. Somehow my room had turned into party central with lots of people wandering about. This didn't seem unusual to me. I went and changed, and noticed that my room had a large pool in it. I thought this would be the perfect place to snooze in and get an extra relaxation boost. I woke up before I made it to the pool.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 9/14/2000 1:32:52 PM

Friday, September 8, 2000

The Simpsons and The Internet

I had to get Internet access working. Since the move, we had to give up the cable modem and order DSL. But DSL wasn't here and we needed Internet access now. So, I decided to install the Simpson's Internet access software. (This stuff is real btw). While doing so I had to reboot several times, sometimes changing the cdrom for some reason. But finally I got it installed. I ran the software. The Simpsons Internet software lets you use the net free as long as their fancy browser thing is running. Well I ran it, it took up half the screen. I stared at it shocked. I clicked a little arrow and it shrank some, only taking up half of what it was taking up. Ok that's good. I tried to minimize it to get it out of the way. It didn't work. I tried to run my other programs hoping they would go on top. They didn't work. Nothing was working like I had hoped. How can I possibly use the net with this stuff. Then I woke up.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 9/8/2000 11:32:30 AM

Saturday, August 26, 2000

Assassins and Psychics

I was a successfull assassin. I was part of a team of assassins mostly made up of old friends of mine. Added to our team by the higher ups were some psychics. These psychics were different that most. They were younger, none more than 18 years old. Sometimes one of the psychics would become someone else with an entirely different personality. Another problem, the higher ups would beam the psychics away and back at odd times, sometimes switching one for another. We could not fathom why they did this.

An assignment was given to me. This time, I was going up against the members of my own team. I was teamed up with some other assassin, not a member of the team. We began by crawling into a a shaft in the top of a barn. At the end of the shaft you had a good view of the target's location. Trouble. There were scorpions in the shaft. Unlike your average scorpion, these looked like coctail shrimp. But they were still deadly. My partner tried to push one away and got stung. Something happened. Time rewound and we replayed entry into the shaft. This time there were several scorpions. My partner this time successfully managed to push the scorpions away.

More trouble. My original team of assassins were on our trail and planning to stop us. They were about to enter the shaft. I asked my partner for guns. He gave me 4, one ruger, one walther, one unidentifiable and one very special pistol with a switch on it that causes bombs to go off all over the area. I crawled down the shaft to the ladder that led up to the next level. My team saw me and began to follow. One climbed up, I shot him in the shoulder. He didn't seem hurt and there was no blood but he seemed to know he was shot and dropped down. Another came up, a female. I snapped her picture. This surprised her and she dropped down. The next came up, another female. I snapped her picture while hiding another camera behind the first. She began to take aim at me. I moved the first camera and revealed the second and began shooting. This camera shoots darts. Several of them hit her. She didn't seem to know it but got very confussed. She dropped. A psychic was beamed away and replaced by another. I don't remember anything else.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 8/26/2000 11:30:21 AM

Monday, August 21, 2000

Airlines and Aliens

I am working for an airline. It's an office job doing the usual office things. I have normal bosses and supervisors that you might find in a typical office. There is some talk about expanding our service.

It is the next day and a special meeting has been called. I head in to work in my deckboat. I am heading down a lake neighborhood down a curved boat path. I think I am going to fast and will create to big a wave for the houses so I turn to head deeper into the lake. The boat turns completely sideways as I do but I do not fall out. Instead I find that the lake is shallow and the water ends. I have to stand up and pick up the back end of the boat, walking around till I find the deep water again. Soon I get to the office.

The office has been changed around. The area that once was a sea of desks is now a lobby with several closed off offices each marked with the owner of the office. I don't see the name of my super anywhere. I wonder if they got canned. I head back to my work area which is down an dock. As I walk down the dock I see all our airplanes have changed from commercial airliners to emergency medical planes. I figure we must be changing business focus. This peaks my interest cause I think I might get the chance to fly one of the planes. As I get to my work area I see a line. The other workers are in line and at the end of the line they are getting punished, badly physically punished in a torturous manner by some sort of alien force. I decide this new company isn't for me. I and a few others jump in a jeep and try to get away. On the way out we see a prison. The others yell to stop and release our coworkers. We do. The ones we release are mad, saying weird things. I begin to think we have made a mistake but one of them says something meaningful. Then I discover that I am not human. I am a machine, a robot built to work here. I head into the backroom where I find GregA amongst the scientists. I try to trick him into telling me what is going on my making a side comment about the real rulers of this place. GregA gives me a sideways look but doesn't fall for it. He grabs some lunch instead. That is all I remember.

posted by Jeff Gatlin 8/21/2000 11:06:59 AM