Dream Journal

Context: We were at St. Thomas at the time.

My dream self is a humorist who likes to break people’s expectations.

I’m in a truck. I’m standing in the back, and “Pierce Brosnan” is behind me, though it’s actually Ted Danson. It’s a comedy setup. As a whole, it’s like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. I almost feel like Larry David (the writer of Curb Your Enthusiasm and Seinfeld) is driving the truck. It’s known that Pierce likes giving unrequested back massages, and I don’t like them. This is the same setup as an episode of Seinfeld.

So the scene begins. Pierce starts rubbing my back. I get this big grimace on my face. He sees it, and says, “Where’s your smile?” So I begin to drive him crazy with weirdness. I’m only half-focusing on him and breaking all his conversational expectations. I randomly bring up something about his wife Kim. It’s hilarious, and it really gets his goat.

In the next scene, we are told that Pierce has “died” — though we know he’s faking it to get to us. The big car that I had suggested was his “sex car” is now on display, made over instead to look like a kids wonderland, with little kids running around.

Speaking of humorously breaking expectations: Later on I’m talking with this girl I like at a dorm. I pick up a thought that it’s her birthday. “It’s your birthday??” I say . . . then I run away. She follows of course to find out why. She’s wondering if I’m going to get a gift or something. It turns into hide and seek in the hallways upstairs.

While walking about, I feel like I got sucked into a side dream, or a dream at a different level. I see these small black and gray frogs on the ground. The ground cover is intense with designs and patterns, little mushroom-like flora and patches of frog eggs. This is likely inspired by some of the interesting sea life I saw on the rocks at the beach yesterday. Now I’m in the woods, looking for more of the frogs.

I catch three. I showed someone, and they pointed out their vibrant blue dots. I learn that they’re very endangered, and Oberlin (?) has been doing a good job of bringing them back. I’m shown a rectangular hole under a tree root where these webbings of frog eggs are spread across, and I watch as some hatch and fall like bursts of rain. I want to help. One frog I’m holding communicates with me in my head saying it wants to go back where I found it. I put it back, though I have some trouble getting it there. The two other frogs which were out of sight in my hand have become weird. One is all stretched out, walking upside down on its hands. The other is on skis. They’re both rather stiff. Eventually they loosen up and i I put them back, too.