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Dec 09
05

Full Moon Induced Nightmares

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Full moon induced nightmares from this week:

I had a pet cockroach. I loved it. Cared for it. It died. I cried.
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Tashman Reunited- CEO restarted Tashman Technologies with members from the Tashman Hall of Infamy (yes, there is good and evil, slackers). I was left behind in a giant warehouse where Tashman had relocated. CEO left me “in charge” of counting pennies and rearranging nickles and dimes. When they returned from lunch CEO wanted to tell me something, but Ms. DBA didn’t want him to. CEO rearranged the coins, and told me his plan.

Then it started to rain wooden stakes and I heard the doomsday siren. People’s skulls were being penetrated from falling wood from the sky. I saw blood and brains. I ran up the warehouse shelves- it was the end of the world. Full panic.
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My wife’s brother died. We were going to his wake in an office building in New York. Her girlfriends were there. We were in a shared office space with a bunch of African-American hoodlums in a cafeteria. A fight broke out between them, and next thing I know every black man has an AK-47 and starts gunning one another, including innocent bystanders. 100% panic and fear- No Way Out (nWo). The black guys were full fledged terrorists now, and holding hostages, but it was totally random. I tried to escape but one of them spread bullets in my legs. (I wanted to be in pain, but I didn’t feel it in real life; my dream self collapsed and I was crawling.) I pretended I was dead and non-threatening. Then I made a run for it- I jumped out of the office building after I heard more gunfire. I took a long fall on the concrete- legs first. Blood was everywhere.

“Help.” “Help!” I tried to shout. A tall thin black woman dressed in a pale blue government uniform (like a bus driver or rent-a-cop) came over. Based on her reaction, she was one of THEM. THEY had secured the building perimieter. All was lost. I shouted a one-liner like Charlton Heston. Finally the real police came.
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Finally it looks like the nightmares have eased up. Last night’s dream was tamed compared to the many deaths of Damian Hospital:

I was with my wife and her younger sister Vanessa down here in Florida. Vanessa was new here, and wanted to go Riverwalk in Fort Lauderdale to go window shopping and/or look at cute boys, even though there are a bunch of places that are closer. I was like, “Riverwalk? That’s a ghost town now.” But they both insisted, so I didn’t have a chance. My heart sunk when I calculated the amount of gas that would be wasted now ($40).

At the mall, I was carrying around a giant cardboard box that I had from my mother’s apartment. There was Styrofoam in it. It was such a big box, and I had problems carrying it, yet it was only containing a rolled up poster. YUK! I think I saw a palm metto bug (or giant cockroach) walking around in it. I shifted my weight, and my wife and Vanessa were walking ahead as I saw more big cockroaches crawling around and jumping out of the box. I ditched the box and kept the Styrofoam and poster, hoping that there were no palmettos inside of it. And that’s when I finally got help in the name of SGT SLAUGHTER, America’s hero. Sgt. Slaughter took his jacket off and the palmettos went away, rolled up the poster real tight- even though it had no rubberband- and handed it to me. “Thanks, Sarge!” I said. I held the poster tight in my hand, and then I saw Verne Gagne on a TV screen. Verge Gagne was in his prime wrestling in a tag team match in the AWA.

I finally made my way through the crowd and wound up in an Internet cafe, where I logged into my Twitter account and added/removed followers.

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Jun 09
30

CEO at my house

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It was too early in the morning as the phone rang and my grandmother picked it up and walked up the stairs (even though she doesn’t live with me). I was sleeping with my wife. My grandmother had a concerned look on her face like the telephone call was important, and told me it was my boss’s first name. Of course, I didn’t put two-and-two together since CEO never calls me. Never. So my mind flashbacked to my childhood, where I had a playmate by the same first name.

I answered: it was CEO on his cell phone, so he sounded like a radio caller. And he was angry. And it was before the sun had risen.

“Bart Barton called. He said the test was wrong.”

I remained patient and silent. Let him talk, I know I followed the directions. CEO continued:

“First, you indexed it wrong. Okay? It’s indexed wrong- the whole thing.”

“The whole thing?” I asked in feint disbelief.

“Yeah, and second..secondly, wait lemme check my notes here. Yeah, why did you index the page counter? Captain Software II is here and he said we didn’t have to index the page numbers.”

Okay, NOW I was angry because Cap. Soft. (CSII) is a JERK and doesn’t know ANYTHING about this test. NOTHING. ZILCH. NADA. ZERO.

CEO: “You’d better come down here and redo it. Bart is in California so we have a 3 hour head start; he needs it redone today.”

I asked: “Okay, where are you?”

CEO: “Downstairs. Outside of the window.”

My wife was stirring, so I quietly walked down the stairs, and my house got a lot bigger and more expensive [since CEO is a status monger]. CSII was on my couch with a laptop and paperwork…he looked righteously indignant that I indexed it wrong.

The sun was up. I looked outside of the window and saw CEO on a golf cart with filthy super-rich older men and women. My first reaction: since when is there a golf course to the right of my house? Since when did all of these rich people move in? They really looked like the type of people Bruce Wayne hangs out with. CEO was flirting with a 60-year old woman. He fit right in.

When I let him in through my [conjured up] mansion doors, he and CSII proceeded to accuse and prosecute me, while I maintained my innocence by stepping through the facts. But then I lost my cool when CSII was so ignorant and cocksure. We almost came to blows, and CEO didn’t stop us. CS II’s face was so red- I had finally gotten him to fight back in front of the boss. He claimed he could wipe me out with one punch…I said come on, followed by a bunch of cuss words. Yeah, my hatred was boiling over, and so was his. it was loud. It was ugly.

Getting past the absurdity of the accusations, he tried to stop me from asking him in front of CEO: “Why can’t you just eliminate the page count field in the SQL database? Why can’t you just edit the data instead of me redoing the whole thing?”

He interrupted me three times after I began “What can’t-”. Before the fourth time I punched him.

Anyway, after things settled down, it was now 8:35AM and I told CEO I needed to take a shower before work. He said OK. My wife had been in another bathroom taking a long shower when all of this was happening, and now it was real late and I wasn’t ready for work thanks to CEO. In my mind I said, “Watch me get scolded for being late by CEO- because he’s going to FORGET he cause me to be late.”

When I went into the bathroom and put on the shower, the water wasn’t going down the drain, and the water level was up around my thighs. My wife knocked on the door and asked, “Hon, are you STILL in the shower?” I was embarrassed. “I just came in.” I looked atthe morning from the bathroom window and it looked like a “late morning”–late as in the sun was too high for me to see it since I spent most of my life in school or working during this time on weekdays.

Eventually the scene switched to Tamarac, at my grandmother’s condo. The cast was the same, though. CEO was the boss, he totally took over the house. I defered leadership to him. CEO was trying to get Bart on the phone. For some reason the time was 4:30AM, and dark. He was going through Bart’s receptionist, to tell Bart the good news: the project would be completed on time. While he was getting Bart, I had to urinate. I went into the bathroom and saw floaters. I urinated, and hoped Bart wouldn’t get on. I heard CEO calling my name and CSII’s. I couldn’t finish in time, and missed the meeting. CSII assured CEO that the project would make it thanks to his programming script.

Finally at the end of the dream, when CEO was calm, I told him that I thought CSII should have realized this at the beginning. He nodded slowly and deliberately and whispered, “I know…I know.”


Tashman Technologies, anger, ceo, cs, fight, grandmother, hate, home, morning, shower, south florida, telephone, time, wife
Jun 09
28

The Return of Loki

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I stumbled upon Loki from Tashman Technologies (also called Arse) at a local pizza parlor in South Florida. Was was sitting alone at one of those curved tan pizza parlor chairs, and had paper work and a Blackberry. He was personable, friendly, chatty, asked for my opinion and actually listened. My instincts told me he was “working” me, to try and get info about Tashman.


Tashman Technologies, pizza, trust
Feb 09
19

RAW heroin

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I had a dream that I tried to get R.A.W. a job but the teacher saw that he had red marks on his veins behind his elbows. The teacher accused him of shooting heroin drugs into his body. When I asked him about it, he looked at me sheepishly, and said he could neither confirm nor deny it. He picked up his bookbag, and left.


Tashman Technologies, drugs, school, work
Jan 09
28

The Death of Captain Fascist

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The setting: An office/building/school I was never in before with orange/tan walls.

I was working, and came across Tashman Technologies’ own Captain Software. I asked him how Captain Fascist was. He replied, “You didn’t know? He died three years ago!”

“He did?”

Then Capt. Soft. started to cry. Then he mocked him. Then he laughed. He was SKEWING. I didn’t know how he was trying to spin Capt. Fascist’s death. I think it was cancer or a heart attack.

I also saw The Gazelle and Character Assassin.

I was in my cubicle, when my wife approached me and said that her younger sister Van wasn’t doing well at work (I guess Van was also a co-worker of ours). I said that I would handle it soon. Shortly thereafter, Christina came in and starting complaining about Van. So I hit the desk, and said I heard already, and would take care of it.

I went outside and saw Van. She was out by the doorway to the building, laughing and having a good time. I tried to politely explain to her the importance of doing her job and being part of the team. It was very uncharacteristic of her because she was a great work ethic. I was glad to see my sister-in-law again, and wasn’t angry at her.


Family, Tashman Technologies, building, death, work
Dec 08
16

2008: DAILY BALANCE

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Because Enneagram Type 8’s demanded it! 2008 also features the return of the DAILY BALANCE. (Of course, it’s just a one-shot.)



DailyBalance, Demand an Ad, Tashman Technologies, jumped
Sep 08
09

Anti-Monitor and Enneagram Type Fours

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I was playing with (Tashman Technologies) Christina’s grandson, Chaser. His mother was there; she was single again. She was a bit flirtatious. Chaser managed to get the latest FINAL CRISIS comic book. I was on his couch, and we were reading it together. When I was reading it, I actually went into the comic book panels. A mystery villain was wrecking havoc and causing deaths. The last two panels showed the villain emerging from the shadows. It was Captain Atom. But then his skin turned wrinkled and white. His eyes glared, and he was the Anti-Monitor. I was so scared. I knew the end was near. And his face was horrible.

Both Chaser and his mother are Enneagram Type Fours.

Next scene:

I was walking to Argentine Pizza in Tamarac, Florida. I was shocked that the hostess was none other than Captain Hardware’s Sister (CHS), circa 1998; she was thin.

The restaurant, which is a small place in real life, was enormous in this dream. I mean…it was bigger than those Virgin super-stores. CHS was leading me around, trying to find a table for me. We were in a big elevator. She was flirting.

CHS is also a Type Four.


Comics, Tashman Technologies, enneagram
Jun 08
24

CAPTAIN FASCIST

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Had a pretty quirky dream the other night.

I was in a giant bed in a casual classroom environment with mostly girls from high school and obscure former Tashman Technologies employees.

We were watching an old audio/video educational program (black VCR with a lot of wires). I was content.

Then all of a sudden, CAPTAIN FASCIST opens the door and (really) says,

“This dream is being interrupted by…CAPTAIN FASCIST!”

He stood in front of the TV, and was blocking everyone. I was amused by his audacity, but focused on the TV. He had index cards are was trying to give a speech without looking at them, but he was noticeably stumbling over his words.

He wasn’t showing his embarrassment, and kept speaking very quickly. He told the girls to “clear out the room, let’s get going”.

I gently put the blanket over my head, showing my displeasure. I didn’t want to hear his speech, and told him as much:

“Captain, whatever you’re selling, I’m NOT buying. So just go ahead, but it doesn’t matter to me.”

We were speaking over each other’s words, and didn’t hear each other. He kept on selling and selling.

“You’re like ARI from ENTOURAGE!” I yelled.

“Who’s Air-Eye?” he lied.
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I feel this dream was PROOF that I am really in control of every aspect of my dream. For example, I personally can’t remember telephone numbers, and I can’t read or write in dreams, and definitely can’t memorize things. Captain Fascist not being able to recite his speech or read the index cards? That was me, folks. I was Captain Fascist, the girls, the TV, the bed, the space in-between the second hand on the clock…I was everywhere…kind of like the Matrix, or when Thanos had the Infinity Gauntlet. The bottom line is that when Captain F. stuttered and forgot his lines, I finally saw the 1’s and 0’s of the dream sequence…the truth being that I was manipulating the whole thing…all the time. I create my own dreams, and the actors and events in my dreams are orchestrated by me. The Captain’s mask fell off, sort to speak. Ah-ha! Gotcha!


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May 08
11

Tashman Dream: CEO Fires Byrdman and Christine

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The unthinkable had happened.

I was in the Tashman Technologies conference room with CEO, Byrdman, and Christina. CEO delivered the bad news to Byrdman- that due to budget cuts, he had to be let go. Byrdman got red in the face, but he somehow took the news well. I was sitting next to him, and felt his pain on the inside, it was of shock and betrayal, after all CEO and Byrdman truly are best friends.

Byrdman made a comment about the recent death of Bernie, one of our teleporter operators. [In real life, Bernie was a family friend that died last Saturday.] For some reason, Byrdman implied Christina was at fault because Bernie’s production was not replaced. So CEO fired Christina, too.

There was shock and tension in the air. My first thought: I could understand CEO firing technical workers, indexers, operators, qualified personnel, or middle management, but to fire two members of his inner circle clique is beyond anything rational. He trusts them with his life.

Moving on, everyone’s responsibilities increased, Ramalani and Charlie Brown remained, and Big D was now helping me with client quotes.

I was at a school cafeteria with Charlie Brown, Ramalani, and CEO, eating hot lunch. There were elementary school kids running around. CEO opened a clothes gift box and threw me a pink polo shirt, and said, “Here ya go, kid. I don’t want you running off, I’m losing everybody.” I just kind of looked at the shirt, and froze. “Well, whatever you need, I’ll give you,” he assured me. I felt shocked that he finally realized I was valuable.

I was in a Ruby Tuesday’s men’s restroom when Big D and M & M walked in. Big D was asking me about a quote she just gave, and I knew it was wrong, but she didn’t want to hear it. So instead, I humored her. She was telling me she had problems with Excel.

I drove back to work (my mother was in the car) and I was trying to explain to her the events of Byrdman and Christina’s shocking dismissal, and how it tied into Bernie’s death. [I spent hours going from dream to dream trying to save the answer in my brain, but the truth didn't stay with me when I woke up.]

When I got to the office, Big D was panicking, as usual. CEO also disagreed with her quote, and doubled it. My Excel wasn’t working, so Son of Thor came and fixed my network connection. Son of Thor also gave me a dirty look and made a cold comment to me because he didn’t know my password to log in my computer, and as IT he looked embarrassed in front of Big D’s female customer who was in my office.

In other news, Christina was trying to make a comeback….


Tashman Technologies, bathroom, computer, death, fire, restaurant, work
Feb 08
10

Tsunami

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This dream was related to the Dream Seeker by Lily-Loop:

I was with my daughter and I was so scared because a tsunami was coming to wipe out South Florida. All of my property would have been destroyed. I saw Son of Thor, and his wife was fat because she was pregnant again. I tried to comfort my daughter, but we knew that we would lose everything.


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