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From the dream journal

Posted in Dreams on 17 January 2013 by jason

Note: My father passed away on Tuesday night. This was the dream I had last night.

My father has died, and arrangements have to be made at the college because apparently he has been teaching some sort of business or economics class there. I check in to see if things have been taken care of, and am disturbed to find that Brian Warner, AKA Marilyn Manson, is teaching the class. At least he had the decency to take off the make up before coming to class.

I go to the hospital to do some paperwork, when one of the doctors comes over and looks at the papers. He turns to another doctor and says “You didn’t try the [I forget] procedure?” The doctors argue, and one of them says, “I can save your father.”

“No,” I say. “He died days ago.”

“I can bring him back.”

I stare at him. “That’s…horrible. Even if it were possible, which it’s not, his brain hasn’t had oxygen in days. He’d be like a zombie!”

The doctor shakes his head. “He’s been kept on ice.”

“Still, it’s…OK. Knock yourself out. It won’t work.”

The doctors go into the other room. I sit in the waiting room, contemplating just leaving but concerned that they are doing terrible things to his corpse. Then the doctor comes out. “Mr. Novak…here’s Mr. Novak.”

My dad walks out dressed in a suit. His hair is darker than it had been, closer to what it was 25 years ago. He looks at me and says, “Someone told me that numbnuts from Glenoak is ruining my classes.*”

*Marilyn Manson went to Glenoak high school, fairly close to my parents’ house. One of the last things he said ot me was that he had seen a movie trailer with “That numbnuts from Glenoak” in it, and that Manson shouldn’t act.


From the dream journal of jaynova

Posted in Adele, Dreams on 25 January 2012 by jason

…I’m helping a production crew film the movie God Help the Girl (written and Directed by Stuart Murdoch of Belle & Sebastian). The production is a mess, and everything is on a shoesring budget. Many of the scenes are being shot on the stage of a theatre becasue it’s cheaper.

I am also dating this girl (And, I want to point out that that this dream has nothing to do with my current relationship with Adele…this whole thing just feels symbolic, you know?) with whom things are not going well. Between trying to manage the movie and the relationship, I’m stressed out.

However, we finish the film just under budget by cutting corners and having locals volunteer for parts in the movie. One couple shows the crew a trick (which we get on film) where the guy (an old, heavy-set man with a beard) pours whisky on himself, and his wife (an older woman, early 50s, maybe) rubs ice cream on him, then sets the whisky on fire. Everyone has a good laugh. Then, they tell me a joke which begins “What do you call a couple made up of an Amish man and an ‘English'(non-Amish) woman?” They tell me the answer, and I feel like the answer holds some key to understanding the universe, much like the question “If, hypothetically, you have a bottle, and in the bottle is a goose roughly the size of the bottle, how do you get the goose out of the bottle without hurting the goose or breaking the bottle?” The joke is one of those types of things.

Anyway, right before the wrap party, my girlfriend breaks up with me, but says, “Don’t get upset. We both know this was going to happen, and we’re better for it.” I agree, and I go to the wrap party. Cue the song “Come Monday Night” by God Help the Girl.

Upon waking, I can not remember the punchline to the Amish joke.

From the dream journal…

Posted in Adele, Dreams on 21 May 2011 by jason

…and I’m on a yacht, walking around with Adele, my friends Terry and Nicky, and Greg Grunberg (Parkman from Heroes). I have apparently pissed some people off, though I can’t remember why. Suddenly, over the intercom, I find out that the people I have pissed off want me to come to the gymnasium, or they will start killing people. I refuse, and Terry and Nicky run into the room to tell me that four children have been killed. We run, and I take a strategic behind a door. Adele gets on the intercom and tells the men that I am ready to turn myself in to them,. One of the men who wants me dead, an older man with grey hair, possibly in his early 50s, walks into the room carrying an uzi. I wait for him to walk past the door, and then I jump out, reaching to put my thumbs in his eyes…

…and I wake up as I lunge at the pillow beside me.

From the Dream Journal of jaynova

Posted in Dreams with tags , on 10 January 2011 by jason

…I rob a convenience store in Argentina. I run to my car, an old, late seventies boat of a car, and speed off. My tire has gone flat, and the cops are all over the place. I glance in the mirror and see that I am bald, about 45 years old, and very overweight. The police speed past me, so I keep going, hoping to outsmart them. They block me, so I stop the car and put my hands on the wheel. When the cops come up to me, I explain that I didn’t know they were pulling me over, and I was not trying to escape…

The Dream Journal

Posted in Dreams on 14 April 2010 by jason

For the record, the last post was a translation/interpretation of this page:

I woke up and wrote it at about 3AM. It seems like part of it is written in Dream Language.

From the Dream Journal of jaynova

Posted in Dreams on 14 April 2010 by jason

I am the Doctor, and I am fighting the Master in an abandoned (and haunted) house. I defeat him with a sword, and as he dies, he tells me that I was a worthy opponent, and that he respected me, but his next incarnation will not, so I should leave. Teary-eyed, I collect a bunch of his belongings that he wants me to have, and I leave the house.

Before I get the stuff out to the Tardis, I encounter the ghosts of the family that owned the house. Their sadness overwhelms me, and I completely break down. The ghosts are getting angrier and angrier, but I know that they have unresolved issues and are not aware that they are dead.

I decide to talk to the ghosts to let them know they are dead. The song “Old Kentucky Bourbon” by Murder by Death plays as I approach the ghosts, and…

I am reading about this in a magazine about Doctor Who. The article is comparing MY incarnation of the Doctor with the previous ones. I’m sitting on a bench in a hospital where people are being processed. Someone is making a lot of noise, so I decide to go to the 3rd floor, where they keep the schizophrenics. I walk away, yelling to the admitting nurse, “I wasn’t bothering anyone!”

From the dream journal of jaynova…

Posted in Dreams, Language on 27 December 2009 by jason

I am talking to Jayson Shenk on the phone. I have heard that Chris Seaman is in town, and I’m supposed to hang out with him, but I change my mind and decide to walk to Shenk’s.

Suddenly, I am in a classroom, learning about “foreign languages.” I’m having problems, because the class is about all sorts of languages, and even though each student only has to learn one, the class is overwhelming. Fatima, a girl I know from my job, is in the class, too, and she asks me something, but I can’t hear her. The instructor tells me I must remember the name of Russia’s ancient capital, and I write “Кразкиыл,” or Kraskiul.