Dream Journal : Pesky Dolphins

I was walking Cleo through this dockside-type neighborhood that had a particularly unique problem.

Lots of homes had pools in their backyards that weren’t far from the canal itself, which you would think would be pretty swell – especially because dolphins were very common in this neighborhood, but unfortunately it wasn’t nearly as ideal because said dolphins had a nasty habit of coming out of the water and flopping around on people’s patios while they were trying to sleep!

I first noticed it as only the sound of a random thud on concrete, and then finally saw a large, grey shape that every so often would make its presence known to the poor lady who was trying to sleep in her home. It quickly became clear that the flopping wasn’t so much due to being fish out of water as much as it was simply dolphins being a bunch of assholes.

It was like a game to them – they’d dive out of the canal into somebody’s pool, then flop onto the patio for a bit, then back into the pool – to the point where sometimes these tiny pools would have multiple dolphins in them at the same time.

At one point Cleo got off her leash and was curiously walking along the edge of the pool, almost slipping but catching herself several times, until she finally just fell in altogether. I thought she was going to be able to swim out, but there were three dolphins in that particular pool and one grabbed her, so I had to reach in and pull her free.

Luckily she was ok in this particular dream, though, and after sympathizing with the neighbors who were being kept up all night by these dolphins, we finally went on our way.

Dream Journal : Wave Invaders

Another giant wave story, but this time the waves weren’t exactly natural…

It started with my working in a hotel room near the top of a giant high-rise.

I was working for a company where most of the employees worked in a ridiculous cubicle farm, so I was gloating how awesome it was to have my own private bathroom only a few feet away, not to mention a gorgeous, bird’s eye view of the city from out my window.

And that’s when the first wave hit.

They came in sets like a tsunami and were just unfathomable in height – the first few I watched in horror from the balcony, but then I quickly ran inside when I realized that the next one was going to be tall enough to cover my own room on the 19th floor of this hotel. The windows certainly weren’t meant for that kind of pressure and were quickly shattered as the water came crashing in…

I was floating halfway up in the room when they finally subsided and the waters slowly began to recede.

That’s when he appeared – a man in a dramatic cape, floating over the wreckage and cackling that the worst was still yet to come. A number of black whirlpools swirled in the waters around the city, and then an even bigger wave came – one that was big enough to topple the building itself.

I remembered seeing the concrete from the ceiling crashing down from a distance, and I braced for it as best I could as I took my final breath. For some reason I had Cleo with me, and I clenched her leash tightly as I held her close. Then everything went black as the ceiling above our heads followed suit.

A few days later, I woke up in another part of town, but she didn’t make it.

I found myself in hiding in the middle of a much larger skyscraper, taken in by a group of people who had survived – many of whom I already knew and one who was a very good friend. The invaders had wanted only to make a point, not to decimate everything, so the larger structures in the city were still in tact … in fact, it was believed that the one we were in also had a faction of them in the lower floors, so we had to be very careful about making noise and attracting attention so as to not give away our location.

From our hideout in the center of this building, we watched and waited as the invaders took up residence. We had no idea how widespread their presence was beyond the city, and we didn’t dare to use wireless communications for fear of being detected.

Over time I grew to become one of the leaders of our rebellion, though for the life of us we didn’t have any idea how to stand a chance against this foreign body. The waves continued to ebb in and out, though there really wasn’t much left for them to destroy at that point. Miraculously there were still some buildings on the outskirts of town that seemed to escape the wrath of the waves, leading us to believe that maybe they had been isolated to focus on the city itself, and that maybe there was hope yet for the rest of the world that we had been cut-off from.

One day in exploring our building, we came to find that there was another group of people we knew only a few stories higher than us and it was very disturbing to find that they weren’t being nearly as discrete as we were about their location. Where as our group of maybe twenty took refuge not in the regular rooms of the hotel, but in a hidden storage area located on the interior of the building without direct access to the building’s windows, they were enjoying the incredible views as if they were on vacation, with some taking up shop in these unique hotel rooms that jutted out from the corners of the building with glass floors to look out onto everything below.

…which seemed like the perfect way to get spotted if someone were to look as they were flying by…

After lecturing the group about survival and showing them what we had been doing ourselves, myself and a friend continued onward and found a locked door that seemed particularly curious. Breaking open the lock, we climbed another set of stairs and walked into an expansive private movie theater, set to seat maybe twenty with a massive screen that filled the entire wall and was probably at least twenty feet high.

The two of us sat down here to take a break and surprisingly found out that the entire system was still powered. Noting that the room was cleverly sound-proofed, we went back and closed the door below, and then settled in to watch a couple of videos and forget about the war happening around us for a short while. In the disc player was a sampler of some intense action movies, and we watched in awe as they unfolded in front of us on the gigantic screen, lounging back in plush comfort that we hadn’t enjoying in who knows how long we’d been running and hiding.

When the video completed, my friend said that he was going to go back and I decided that I wanted to stay a while longer and play a couple of songs that reminded me of my wife. Punching up a menu, I was able to pull a music video off of YouTube, and that’s when I realized that maybe more had survived than we knew if the data centers big enough to stream out videos from YouTube were still actually operational…

It was then that I heard a lot of shuffling downstairs and it quickly became apparent that the people we had warned barely an hour prior had somehow been discovered. I wasn’t sure if they had found me, or if possibly the sound proofing that we had been relying on wasn’t as good as we had thought, but I wasn’t sticking around to find out and quickly turned the theater back off before disappearing into a storage area and descending down a shaft in the center of the building.

Instead of stopping where my own crew had been hiding, however, I unexpectedly found myself all the way back at ground level.

Knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the waves cycled again, I made my way a few blocks over to a smaller building that was short enough to be completely submerged, yet had somehow managed to survive, and found myself ushered in by a separate group of survivors who were plotting their own tactics against the invaders. They showed me how they had covered their glass windows with a special coating that both made them more structurally sound as well as turned them into one-way mirrors so that they could watch out on the enemy forces below without fear of detection.

After sharing what we each knew, they advised me to visit a small grocery store on the outskirts of town that could possibly help me more, and when I finally made it there I was shocked to find that the rebels who had taken up refuge in the store had managed a way to stay in contact with the outside world. They explained that only the larger cities around the world had been targeted, and that a lot of citizens were able to take refuge in smaller towns that weren’t of such importance to the invaders.

One who appeared to be their leader took me into the back and showed me the computer that was still in touch with several civilian systems, the most useful of which being a way to look up a person’s last known address and whether they had been reported as deceased or not…

I asked him to look up my wife, however nothing recent appeared under her name.

I then suggested instead trying her maiden name, which showed a hit from about a year prior with an address in a small town about twenty miles away.

Had it really been that long since they’d arrived???

Just then we heard a ruckus out in the store and I peeked around the curtain to see a small band of invaders making a mess and just throwing their weight around.

For the first time since they had arrived, instead of just being afraid for my life, I was pissed.

Barging out into the storefront, I grabbed an axe that was resting nearby and fell the six of them before they knew what had hit them. I’d never fought before, but something had gotten inside of me that filled me with a newfound inspiration. I needed to find my wife, and then I needed to stop the man in the cape.

After the group in the store helped set me up with supplies that I’d need for my journey, I set out on the two-day walk to the town where the computer had said she now called home. I had no idea what I was going to find when I got there, or even what she would think of me after having been separated by this unexplainable tragedy over the last couple of years, but I was going to find out, and then – for better or for worse – I was going to end it.

You unfollowed them for a reason…

I have a problem on Facebook that I’m consciously trying to do better about.

Like most of us, I have a handful of ultra-conservative friends and relatives who have opinions that are the polar opposite of what I believe in. Sometimes it’s not too bad, but there are certainly days when you can tell that they’ve been watching more Fox News than others.

Trying to bridge that digital gap of not wanting to offend people who I actually have to come in contact with every once in a while, I keep them as friends but unfollow their posts so that they won’t actually appear in my News Feed. I feel like that’s a relatively safe approach because it keeps their drivel out of my face and the unfollow is transparent to them…

…and it would be a great plan if on more days than not I would actually follow it!

You see, despite not following these individuals, I often find this bizarre, masochistic urge to know what kinds of drivel they’re ranting anyways, even though I know it’s just going to piss me off when I read whatever talking points they’re regurgitating from O’Reilly or Limbaugh or the Tea Party on any given day.

I know that I shouldn’t do it, but I pull up their profiles specifically anyways, and I read their posts, and sometimes I comment, and I get mad.

And it’s really stupid because here I’ve taken this extra step to prevent myself from getting all riled up and in return I probably see their posts even more than usual because I’ll randomly poke around to see if they’re up to any mischief today.

My turning point finally came today when one of my uncles reposted a couple of links that I had shared yesterday and I honestly couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was just trolling me with them, but I unfollowed him and then I had to stop and tell myself that enough was enough.

It’s a double-edged sword, really, because politics are important and whether you want to engage in them or not, they affect the world around us in significant ways every single day, yet there comes a point where at least for a few of the battles I think maybe you have to push away from the table and just admit that you’re never going to see eye to eye with certain people, and that somehow you have to find a way for that to be ok.

And sometimes that’s hard – I’ve written about that before, but if anything else it also frankly just gets exhausting after a while when I spend so much of my time arguing with the wall. I can feel it afterwards – I’m grumpier, I have a harder time being creative … it makes me just want to sit and stew about how wrong the other person is, which is unproductive to say the least…

So I want to do better about this, and I started today by pledging to not renege on my decisions to unfollow certain people’s posts on Facebook. There’s still the opportunity for conflict if they see fit to comment on something of mine, which unfortunately sometimes they do, but I can at least try to control it from my side by not searching out the things that I know are just going to get me all riled up if/when I find them.

This is honestly a place where I kind of wish that Facebook had a shadow ban feature like Reddit does where they could post and comment all they want and it would just be invisible to me, but I guess that unfollow is better than nothing, and it saves the additional drama that unfriending or all out blocking would no doubt result in.

The onus is just on me to actually abide by that unfollowing and forget about them… 😕

Dream Journal : The Biggest Wave, Part 2

Back on the boat, I found myself sitting at a table talking with one of my uncles and some other people, and the conversation quickly becoming heated. He got off on some ridiculous conservative rant that really set me off, to the point where I finally got up from the table and said that I was tired of having the same argument with him, and that if he wanted to know how I felt, he could just look at Facebook because we had literally had the same argument online several years earlier.

From there I stormed off and found myself looking for a quiet place to write about all that we had just seen. I ended up in the lounge in the back of the ship where they were serving drinks and desserts – I first ran across one of my old bosses and his wife who happened to be on the same trip, but it was like I wasn’t supposed to talk to them because they didn’t seem to have any dialog other than, “Hello…” when I approached.

Anyways, I ended up taking a corner of a table where a couple of other guests sat and wrote while I sipped a drink, listening to Jimmy Buffett’s Trying to Reason with the Hurricane Season being played by the band as I wrote.

People came and left as I jotted more things down until the tempo began to pick up a little and I was ready to leave as a newer crowd came into the bar. Somehow in my departure, however, I angered this really beefy guy who had clearly already been drinking because for some reason suddenly he wanted to fight me.

The guy’s muscles were huge and I knew that I didn’t have a chance, but when he came at me and took his first swing, I somehow blocked it like a pro and then came back at him with a flurry of punches to the chest and one last one to the gut that put him on the ground. But I didn’t even stop there, moving up to continue punching and kicking him to make sure that he knew that he had messed with the wrong guy.

For my final move, I kicked him hard and the guy went flying through the glass window out onto the open deck behind us

That’s when I ran.

I’m not sure if I was running from the guy that I had just knocked out or maybe the staff for starting a fight on the boat, but I zigzagged my way through the ship several times, looking into a room for the guy before I would enter any of them, until I finally just gave up and went back to my room to lay low for a while.

I pictured just hiding there for the rest of the trip, afraid to be spotted by the guy who would clearly be seeking his revenge, and that’s when the siren went off across the ship.

There was another giant wave coming, and this time we weren’t safe because there was a broken window on the sixth floor that would let the water in…

Dream Journal : The Biggest Wave, Part 1

Sara and I were on this cruise.

It was still a big ship – something like six decks – but it was local to the Tampa Bay Area. That said, the area was much more diverse than in reality and getting off the boat where we had docked felt like getting off in another country anyways…

Apparently the weather was really bad, but the cruise staff just seemed to take it in stride. On our way to one destination, the captain simply announced, “Everybody hold on!” as we looked out the window to see a wave coming that was taller than the ship itself. It was scary because it took a few seconds for the wave to approach, but when it finally came down it was almost like we were underwater for a long time.

We all looked around, wondering if the boat was going down, but a few seconds later the wave passed and we could see sunlight outside again, and that was that.

I did worry a bit about anyone who might’ve been on the top deck, though.

When we got to where the boat was going, we decided that we’d go out for a little jog / run … I think the track was on the upper deck. I never made it there because we had some confusion and I followed my wife to the changing room, only to find that there were separate facilities for men and women and I wasn’t allowed in, so she went ahead and got changed while I went back to the room to get my own stuff because we weren’t going to be allowed to share after all…

On my way back, somehow I ended up down on the streets outside of the ship and stumbled upon this outdoor Lego display, which stood out to me because I actually had a set being displayed as well. I was instantly mad because although there hadn’t been a lot of guests through, my piece had kind of gotten trashed – it was a Lord of the Rings set that was all medieval, and there were pieces of one of the towers in a big pile with all sorts of other sets.

I stopped to try and fix it because a guy I knew was working on his own as well, and it’s probably a good thing that I did because as I gathered up the wreckage from my set from the bigger pile, he noted that a bunch of the pieces that had gone into mine were pretty rare … as if to indicate that had I not been standing there, they would’ve ended up his before too long.

Suddenly without warning, that’s when the next wave hit.

Being on the ground instead of back on the ship, that’s when I felt the full force of the wave instead of just watching it harmlessly flowing over the six story boat.

People ran for nearby buildings and a few got inside, but more didn’t, and then the wave started sweeping people and things away like they were pebbles.

I watched one lady get crushed by a refrigerator who was scrambling to get inside somebody’s house, but they shut the door on her … a moment later, that steel box slammed into the side of the building and squashed her like a bug.

The weather was more pronounced on the ground than it had been on the ship – the wave came in multiples, and other smaller things like twisters made of dust (?!) were born after it arose.

For a brief moment, I was pissed because my Lego pieces by now were surely gone forever, but then I thought of Sara and got her on the phone to make sure that she was ok. Being back on the boat, she said that she was fine and that they had closed the jogging track on top of the boat due to the weather, so she was safely inside the whole time.

After the final smaller wave hit, I wandered the streets a bit and tried to take some pictures of the damages with my phone, but it quickly because apparent that my presence wasn’t wanted by the locals because at any time I could go back to the boat and escape it all.

Their streets were a mess, the water had swept in these giant locust creatures that were laying eggs and multiplying rapidly, and as tensions rose it was clearly time to go…

Thoughts of an easier life…

I read a post on Facebook that triggered a little thought trail that I wander from time to time – would it have been “easier” living 50 years ago without all of the fast-paced goings-on that our society is known for today?

The post talked about an older generation that didn’t have “a green movement” like we see today for environmentalism, yet they reused milk bottles and had paper instead of plastic bags and walked instead of driving a lot of places, etc, etc… It reminds me a lot of small town life up north because I have a hard time picturing how that would even work here in suburbia where communities are more spread out because distance isn’t the limitation that it once was, and as much as I’ll be the first to shout from the treetops that I don’t think I could ever really adapt to small town life after finally “escaping” a little over a decade ago, there are certainly parts of me that wonder what it would’ve been like…

…to have the family business to go into where I suppose you might not really get a choice, but it makes sense in so many ways to just keep on doing what your family has always been doing, be it farming or running the general store or whatever.

…to have that kind of physical work built into your daily schedule that “exercise” simply isn’t something that you have to think about after you’ve been tossing hay bales and chasing pigs around all day!

…to not have the constant urge to update and be connected with the entire world, all of the time, and to enjoy that family togetherness that comes from everyone living in the same town so that everything – not just Christmas or special occasions – are a time for family.

Granted, I think part of this thought process comes simply from feeling exhausted and idealizing that world as more free from problems than it really was … science was in a much different place back then, and being stuck in one path can be just as much stifling as it is easy, and my biggest pet peeve from back home will always be the simple notion of how a lack of diversity in a community holds it back in some ways that are often times ugly and cringe-worthy.

Plus, for what it’s worth if I really sit down and analyze it, although they can just the same make my life more stressful at times, having options is something that I take a lot of great value in. One of the big reasons why I left Northern Michigan was simply in feeling like there wasn’t enough for me there – jobs, social life, opportunities in general – and although the Internet today is doing some impressive things to bridge that gap back home that I never would’ve expected, at the end of the day I think having choices as opposed to only the one that’s laid out right there for you is a valuable one, and modern society gives more opportunities for that than ever.

Not to mention … I love the Internet! I love sharing the stupid things that come into my head on Twitter, and I love posting pictures of my food, and I love having an immeasurable wealth of knowledge available at my fingertips that simply was not there 50 years ago. I love that instead of reading three paragraphs in the encyclopedia at the library about a given topic, I can pull up Wikipedia and read more than I’d ever think to ask about something that’s been put together and curated by fanatics and experts who are passionate about that very topic. The access to knowledge in our current times is something that I couldn’t possibly discount no matter how entertaining the mechanic down the street is when he shares his own knowledge on a particular topic!

Maybe it’s one of those grass is always greener scenarios – it’d be neat to live that lifestyle that my grandparents lived maybe for a week, but the war certainly wouldn’t have been as much fun, and the generation before that had the Great Depression which I’ve read was kind of a downer! I guess each generation has its pros and its cons, and all we can do is try to live our lives putting more things on the right side of the scale than the other during the time that we’re here.

Who knows – a hundred years from now, people might look back at my time and think, “Boy, life must’ve been so much easier before hyper transports and intergalactic warfare dominated our lives! Also, those tree things seem like they would’ve been pretty cool – too bad there aren’t still any of them around…” 😉

Everything, Everything Will Be Alright…

Got this cover of Jimmy Eat World’s The Middle in my inbox the other day courtesy of The Doubleclicks and I must say that it’s a pretty endearing rendition … I really enjoyed how it gives you a chance to slow down and really listen to the words, and of course, the backdrop of two aspiring, little girls who grew up into the ones singing to you was pretty darned heartwarming, too… 😉

You Pick Two with a Side of NOBODY!

paneraThis isn’t an advertisement … I wish it was … but I’ve got to say that I’m kind of loving Panera’s new Rapid Pick-Up service, and I think my recent orders reflect that because lately we’ve been eating out from Panera at least once a week as opposed to maybe once a month or whatever in the past.

The biggest selling point by far is simply put – I don’t have to interact with anyone to get food anymore!

I order on the app, pay on the app, drive to the restaurant down the street from me, and without fail every time there’s my order just waiting patiently on the pick-up shelf for me! No stupid pagers, no haggling with the cashier to see if they’re willing to make the sandwich that I want on a given day – just in and out.

Anti-social Scott LOVES Panera Rapid Pick-Up!!!

It also doesn’t hurt that parking at my nearest Panera absolutely sucks. It’s in an outdoor mall where apparently people getting to the mall was an afterthought and so even if their own parking lot was actually big enough for the store, you’ve got people from eighteen other mall stores bogarting spaces when they’re not even eating at Panera in the first place!

I seriously used to spend so much time circling parking lots that I’d be absolutely fuming by the time I finally made my way into the store … not exactly getting your customers started off on the right foot! But as for the Rapid Pick-Up spaces up front, surprisingly I’ve yet to see people really abusing them yet and there’s always been at least one open when I pull up … I’m literally in the store less than a minute, so if they can keep those spots dedicated for pick-up only it’ll be a godsend…

And lastly, I’ve also been enjoying the new program because it seems to give me a little more elbow room to experiment with their menu, whereas when I’m standing there in line and there are half a dozen soccer Moms behind me, I kind of feel obliged to just pick something off of the menu and get out of the way! But the app gives me all the time I need to browse and consider my options … I wonder how many people realize that not only can you pretty much get your sandwich on any kind of bread that they have, but you can also swap out sauces, cheeses, and even meats.

Lately I’ve been doing their Steak & White Cheddar, but I get it with BBQ sauce instead of horseradish and a different kind of bread, too. It’s nice to actually have options when there are so many things on their menu that are almost, but not quite what you’re in the mood for eating! 😉

So anyways, we ended up ordering from there tonight and I felt compelled to write a bit about a company actually doing good. It’s nice to have an option that’s as fast or faster than fast food, but considerably healthier.

Now if Red Robin next door could jump on the same bandwagon… 😀