One dream I had was, in its entirety, set to a song which was very vivid and interesting as it played. It sounded like country-influenced indie music... Maybe like Jenny Lewis. The general scene of the dream was outdoors in a western desert-arid place, outside a building whose purpose I'm not quite sure of. Might have been a restaurant or tavern or travel center. As the song played, the "camera" of the dream moved around different parts of the outside of the building, as if it were a music video.
Annoyingly, as the music was playing, something in my mind was telling me, "Ah, this song. I've heard this before. It's definitely not anything completely novel which you should be trying to commit to memory." So, when I woke up halfway through the song, I was utterly unable to recall how it went.
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Cantonese-speaking section of the tavern
Sitting at a booth table with Ray at a tavern/inn/restaurant. Sort of a musty dusty wooden kind of place.
Apparently in the "Cantonese-speaking" section, and trying to talk to each other in Cantonese. A tall blonde (caucasian) girl at the next booth (behind Ray) gets up and complains about our being there, apparently because our Cantonese isn't up to snuff and it's annoying her. She is used to the entire section speaking fluently, and apparently our conversation is somehow irksome.
Ray decides to be non-confrontational and gets up to move. I want to stand my ground, but there's no point staying there by myself. We head out of the restaurant, but as I reach the reception stand, I look back and see a waiter about to take her order. I look down and see a letter-sized pad of paper, take it, walk over while she and the waiter are starting to talk, and bop her lightly on the head with it.
The waiter just kind of looks up, dumbfounded, as I walk back out. I go down the hallway forwards the front door. There's a guy standing near there, who I'm sure would try to nab me if he had been notified what had just happened, but he doesn't do anything.
I think about the fact that I and a few friends have somewhat of a residence at one of the rooms there, and hope that they won't recognize me later.
Apparently in the "Cantonese-speaking" section, and trying to talk to each other in Cantonese. A tall blonde (caucasian) girl at the next booth (behind Ray) gets up and complains about our being there, apparently because our Cantonese isn't up to snuff and it's annoying her. She is used to the entire section speaking fluently, and apparently our conversation is somehow irksome.
Ray decides to be non-confrontational and gets up to move. I want to stand my ground, but there's no point staying there by myself. We head out of the restaurant, but as I reach the reception stand, I look back and see a waiter about to take her order. I look down and see a letter-sized pad of paper, take it, walk over while she and the waiter are starting to talk, and bop her lightly on the head with it.
The waiter just kind of looks up, dumbfounded, as I walk back out. I go down the hallway forwards the front door. There's a guy standing near there, who I'm sure would try to nab me if he had been notified what had just happened, but he doesn't do anything.
I think about the fact that I and a few friends have somewhat of a residence at one of the rooms there, and hope that they won't recognize me later.
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