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Category: August 2005

My friend Boogaboo from Canada and my friend Gail from work were in my dream. Boogaboo told me they were getting together and running off to a hippie commune nudist colony. I saw Boogaboo drive away in a beat up truck with Gail in the passenger seat.

I followed them to a store. I parked in a spot in the corner where I had to maneuver between trucks at different angles.

Inside, they had a lot of bird cages like my bird's cage. The store morphed into a big community house (but more commercial looking than a house). Boogaboo needed a shower, so I showed him where the three public showers were. Then I went back to the bird cages.

I decided to buy another bird. I got one parrotlet out of its cage. Then I noticed its eye was messed up, so I put it back, not intending to buy it. The lady there told me I had to pay a $35 fee for touching the bird. I started yelling at her that it was too much to pay, and that I shouldn't have to pay since they didn't have a sign posted that warned me before I touched the bird.

Then I thought maybe I would buy the bird anyway. I asked her if his eye had always been like that. She said yes, that he was an old hippie bird. I figured if his eye had been like that a long time, it probably didn't indicate something currently wrong with him.

I bought him. I brought him home, and my brother said he was probably a good bird if his beak was long and healthy. I decided it was (even though I remember it looked gnarly). I put him in with my other bird. In the dream, my other bird was a girl. Maybe it was my prior bird, Kayla.

Then I realized while I was out buying birds, I had missed Christmas. No one had any presents for me. I think they were mad at me for not coming to Christmas, so they gave my presents to other people. My brother told me he had considered giving me a funny gift, but decided against it. It was a Mr. Potato Head that he had dressed up in some way that had meaning in the dream. He gave the Mr. Potato head to a kid.

I thought it was probably good I missed Christmas because I had forgotten to buy anyone any gifts. My parents were in the Christmas part of the dream, too, but I don't remember what happened.

I dreamed that my father was alive. He had just gotten out of the hospital from being very sick. He was feeling good, though. He was flashing me that wonderful smile of his with a twinkle in his eye. He told me that there was a play being put on in Houston. I can't remember what the play was. I couldn't understand why he was telling me, though. I sat on a bench with him, and he pointed to the listing in the newspaper and told me again.

I told him I was so happy he was feeling better, and that I loved him so much. I gave him a hug.

He was supposed to go somewhere with my friend. Later I saw my friend and asked how it went. She said he started feeling sick, and they didn't go.

In another part of the dream, I was looking at a 3D model of a restaurant layout. I think it was supposed to be an offshoot of Starbucks. It was built into a hollowed out iMAC, the latest ones that have the computer all built into a thick monitor. Someone asked me if I'd been to the real one, and I confirmed that I had. He asked if it was nice. I told him it was, but not in an elegant kind of way. I told him it was all white inside.

In another part of the dream, my friend Keely was over. We were watching something on TV. At the end, I had missed something, so I wanted to rewind it a few seconds to see what it said. I has having a lot of trouble making the remote work right. I dropped the F-bomb. Keely asked what was the matter. That's when I noticed she had a remote, too, and she was trying to rewind all the way, and we were competing with each other.

Irish Kelly came to visit at work. We were talking about a movie. I kept doing an impression of one of the characters. The character would say something like "I must re-send my renewal" in an accent from the Northeast U.S. Kelly was doing an impression of a monkey. Then she broke into song. At the end, the whole floor (over 100 people) erupted into applause.

The people all gathered round, and I noticed our cubicles' entryway was blocked with plywood.

Later dream: At work again, my supervisor was showing me my time accounting and telling me I didn't detail out certain items, and it would probably adversely affect me. I complained that "they" (our management) should talk to us instead of making decisions that would adversely affect us. A few seconds later, I noticed our manager standing behind him, and I knew she heard me. It wasn't my real-life manager (although my supervisor was my real-life supervisor).

She moved someone out of our cubicle row, and the impression I got was the person was in trouble. My cubicle was moved in such a way that anyone walking by could see my computer screen. Our manager came by, and she said I had to take my pineapple home. I asked, "Why?" and immediately thought I would get in trouble for questioning her. She just said in a pouty voice, "Because I can't have it."

I thought it would be nice if I made her a pineapple upside down cake. But then I wondered if she meant she was allergice to pineapples or something. The next time I saw her (this time she was our real-life manager), I asked her if she couldn't eat pineapples. She said she could.

Switch: I was driving with my Aunt. We were coming up on a washed out part of the road, and I was mesmerized by the rapids. She yelled, "It's washed out!" I realized I would have driven right in. We stopped to look, and a pink piece of paper fell into the water. I tried to get it, but it was floating away. It had some notes on it, and someone's phone number. Then it floated back to shore, and I picked it up. We got back in the car and started to drive around to MoPac Expressway.