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I hypothesize that the rule "nobody cares what you dreamed last night" does not apply to dreams about JoCoCruiseCrazy. I also hypothesize that if that exemption is not actually true, nobody will point and laugh at me because you all are nice people.
One of mine:
I dreamed we were on JCCC2, and it was to Alaska. We all went on a crazy shore excursion before leaving port that was like a safari animal park, but we got to walk around with bears and buffalo and things. (There were also waterfalls that reminded me of the park portion of my Jamaican shore excursion, only without anybody trying to sell me anything or birds on my head.) Then we saw lots of whales. The end.
One of mine:
I dreamed we were on JCCC2, and it was to Alaska. We all went on a crazy shore excursion before leaving port that was like a safari animal park, but we got to walk around with bears and buffalo and things. (There were also waterfalls that reminded me of the park portion of my Jamaican shore excursion, only without anybody trying to sell me anything or birds on my head.) Then we saw lots of whales. The end.
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I dreamed that I booked a (presumedly cheap) flight to Bristol, and when I got into the plane it was just a small open thing with a single seat, and I thought it was weird that it was open, since I know even small planes are enclosed these days. Anyway, it took off, and I soon realised that I was actually supposed to be controlling it, with the two foot-pedals. The pilot (who was on the other side of the thing with her back to me [it was more like a jetpack with a seat on either side]) reassured me that I was doing well, even though I could see the ground approaching very quickly and it seemed like we were almost on it. There was a loud, high-pitched beep-like screech as we hit the ground, and I was surprised we werent dead, so then I thought maybe this was just a simulation, but the pilot assured me this was the real thing, and we were just really lucky. I asked her whether I was even allowed to fly this thing, since I didnt have a pilots license and didnt know how to fly. She assured me it was allowed, and told me which pedal was which (Id got them the wrong way around, thinking the brake was the accelerator) and basically said I just had to keep my foot on the accelerator most of the time and wed stay in the air. I was relieved to hear that she would actually do the navigation, since I dont have the slightest idea where Bristol is, and anyway, she was the one facing forwards.
So, I was pretty scared by the prospect of piloting my own plane to Bristol, and I went back to where JoCo, Jason Roop (a sea monkey, for those who dont know), and some other fans were chilling out (somewhere in the UK. Because I was already in the UK somewhere and just taking a short 48 minute flight to Bristol from there) to wait for my flight, since apparently the flight Id just done was for practice or something and my real flight was later in the day. I was basically telling people that if I didnt turn up at the Bristol concert, Id probably died in a plane crash. I looked at the timetable for trains to Bristol, and it would take 4 hours and 90 minutes to get there by train, and since it was already early afternoon I wouldnt get there in time for the concert, so I had no option but to take this flight. At some point I realised that I hadnt even brought a jacket with me so I would probably get cold. Also, I hadnt noted down the address of the venue nor how to get there from the Bristol airfield on public transport, and I hadnt printed my concert tickets, so I was frantically trying to jot down the necessary information from some overhead screens that reminded me of the ones in Portal 2. Then at some point a noise woke me up, about 17 minutes before my usual alarm.
I plan to go to Bristol by train, in case anyone's wondering.
This was right around the time I was getting ready to confront my flying fear, so I was having a lot of travel stress dreams.
Paul is the current #1 on my List Of Performers I Haven't Seen Yet But Really Need To list, having rocketed to the top due to my seeing Patton Oswalt, Chris Hardwick, Schaffer the Darklord, MC Lars, the Dresden Dolls and, of course, Mr. Coulton in the last year. I hope he's able/willing to attend but I understand he's working on a sitcom for Adult Swim in addition to the million other things he does so I'm not holding my breath.
There was a roller derby-esque sort of synchronized performance/competition on the boat. The skating space was like at a ice rink (with an oval surface blocked off by boards), except that it was all panellled in wood and looked like the library from @Hodgman's recent book trailer). Player 1 from each team was inside the boards and the remaining 4-5 had to skate in a line around the outside of the boards. Player 1 had to light a cigarette and Player 2 (at the back of the outside team pack) had to light their own cigarette off Player 1's without taking it out of Player 1's hands (and so on up the line). Team players and those of us watching were dressed in Steampunky sort of period fancy dress and wearing mustaches. The folks who could get the final front person's cigarette lit in the fewest number of laps with the fanciest dance moves and without anyone falling were to be the winners.
Coulton and Hodgman were sitting at a lovely wooden library table and doing a running commentary into old fashioned 30's style microphones.
Just as a team was about to successfully get the final cigarette lit, my alarm went: time to get up and get my kids off to swimming lessons. (Dang it! I really wanted to see if they won!)
Unrelated: I also dreamed that when I woke up and went to the toilet, there was a yellow-eyed penguin and a stoat in my apartment that seemed to have come through the open window, and then a pleasant family of, uh, I guess, thieves, also came in through the window (they implied it was their penguin and stoat) and tidied up my apartment, even doing dishes by hand despite the fact that I have a dishwasher. The whole time I was worried that if I didn't go back to bed soon, I'd be very tired at work the next day. I was surprised and disappointed to find that this was a dream, though happy I hadn't really been up most of the night.
BTW, you were in the dream too. I vaguely recall that you offered to do something involving nuclear physics (Build a nuclear propulsion system for one of @paulandstorm's ill-fated watercraft? Send a distress signal using neutrinos that tunneled through the earth? I don't remember).
Other recurring dreams are about getting to the port from the hotel or back to the hotel from the port. The night before last I actually made it onboard, but it was way before time to leave. I can't remember anything else except that my luggage didn't have any clothes.
I really hope these dreams don't mean anything!
John Roderick played tennis with a Sphero-style ball (controllable by an app) against Jonathan (John used a traditional wooden tennis racquet, Jonathan used the app, the ball changed colours as it was hit as some sort of rating of their shots), @aliceandstuff wore an amazing silvery-lavender sparkly dress, I roamed the ship in a towel looking for available shower space, and the big ending was a first-person, back-of-the-gang, running-at-top-speed view of emerging to applause with a group of helper monkeys onto a clamshell style stage somewhere on an island. Obviously, I cannot wait for all this, or a reasonable facsimile, to come true in a few weeks.