I dreamt that I was planning to visit Phillip and June and I’d had a grand idea to bring a familiar dog to visit them that they hadn’t seen in a while. It seems like June was a dog groomer, so that was the tie-in. But just to throw a spanner in the works, my initial mode of transport was a bicycle and I didn’t realize until I was some distance from home that I had no method of carrying the dog while cycling. All I could do was walk beside the bike while balancing it with one hand and carry the dog with the other arm. A backpack of some sort would have sufficed 😑 but I’d left it at home. 

Chapter two started with me on a bus (a double-decker even!) with the dog in my lap, asking adjacent passengers for directions to some obscure street in England (I don’t know what town) where Phillip and June lived. I’d only been to their traditional stone-fronted rowhouse once. 

We passed a massive Hogswartsian castle facade that was carved into the side of a tall cliff face across the road from the seashore. A localized cloudburst was precipitating heavily upon us as we had exited the bus at that particular location for some reason. 

Then, suddenly we seemed to be in a big hotel with uneven floors; one winding corridor a step up, the next a step down, etc. I then ran across Phillip and June in a corridor about to enter a suite. They were in full costume with Hollywood-grade face make-up to the point that I didn’t physically recognize them (at least Phillip). I played along like I didn’t recognize Phillip; he was portraying Houdini. 

Somehow I sustained some scratches on my arm during the performance and I left to seek first aid which took me to a small restaurant which I seemed to know reasonably well. It seemed that the head waiter was Ian, Phillip’s son. I could see that he was very busy serving tables but I asked him to direct me to their first aid supplies so I could treat my arm. That’s about when I woke up as my arm really was sore, but that was due to a bit of numbness because I’d been sleeping on it. 

 

Something prodded me to experience quite a vivid and abstract dream last night. Maybe it was seeing that black Cybertruck again in our ‘hood. I think it belongs to the general contractor that’s overseeing the build of a new house nearby.

TBH, I find a black Cybertruck with all tinted windows, including even the front side windows which is illegal in BC BTW, somewhat unsettling. Maybe it’s just the recent culture shift south of the border since Notorious IOM (Insufferable Orange Man) took over the reins, but both times I’ve seen that black truck I’ve envisioned it decked out in army camouflage. A further paranoid vision has one parked on every street corner. You know, during and after the Cdn annexation, LOL. Nonsensical, I know.

Anyway, back to my dream where I had seen a TV commercial featuring a massive black pickup truck (it seemed to me it was a Dodge Ram); you know the stereotype, massive lift kit, monstrous tires, and I think it was a crewcab, but that detail has faded. Suddenly it spit out a Mini-Me black pickup from its p/u bed. The semi-complete truck landed on its frame, “born” with no axles, wheels or suspension. Very strange for me to envision a birth analogy.

Then the “parent” truck reared up to expose its engine, and a pair of mechanical horses the size of Clydesdales began to metamorphose underneath the truck. I could even see riveted knee joints on the horses. Once complete they moved forward out of the way and two more were extruded, then another two to make an even half dozen.

In this age of "fake news" I didn’t trust the digital media enough (remember, this is a dream, LOL) to believe this had really occurred so I went to a dealership to get the real story. Turns out we (Shauna came too) weren’t the only ones. Quite a queue had formed to see this spectacle. In fact we had to get tickets from an agent in a tent before we could even line up. The trucks/horses were apparently set up behind the tent so I couldn’t get any sneak-peaks beforehand. The agent however assured me that the whole demonstration was true and would occur live in front of an actual audience very shortly. And again and again after that.

Unfortunately I cannot report on the accuracy of the agent’s assertions as, wouldn’t-cha know it, I awoke before our viewing session began.

Ruminations on Rhubarb

Last night I dreamt about rhubarb (!) I’d parked my car (although it seems like it was perhaps a motorhome) on the front lawn. It seems like maybe it was the front lawn of my inlaws' old house in Winnipeg. I was returning to the vehicle to retrieve something (in the rain) and one of the neighbours had placed large piles of rhubarb stalks across the boulevard as if they’d been discarded as hedge trimmings. And these were no ordinary stalks; they were massive, like tree boughs that might have been brought down in a heavy wind! You’d have needed a handsaw to carve these up for baking needs. Like a rhubarb crisp perhaps? Or a hundred? 😁

I dreamt that we awoke in the house that a childhood friend's family used to own on Parker Place in White Rock. As usual, my first morning task is letting out our dog; I think this is the first time Flynn has featured in one of my dreams. For some reason I released him into the front yard which was unfenced. Fortunately, the street is a cul-de-sac so there was no traffic. I had to rush back into the house to grab a leash, but upon entering I noticed that the bedrooms were gone. A wall now existed where the bedrooms had been only minutes earlier. I was dumbfounded. How could this be? The leash was in the bedroom. Now where had the bedrooms gone? Something told me that the bedrooms were now in the basement but also, where had the basement stairs gone? It's a split level foyer but half the stairs were missing. I'd have to find another way in. I exited the house and went in the attached carport (now an enclosed garage in the Google Maps-supplied photo). Lo and behold, there was a goldish/yellow Beetle parked there covered in dust and clutter. Also, a sheen of surface corrosion had formed on the hood. I had to sidestep all the clutter in order to see the basement door tucked in behind the Bug. However, it looked more like a Hobbit door, being only about 3 to 4 feet tall. That's when I woke up.

13

Stephen Colbert did a “Late Show” monologue recently on Taylor Swift’s obsession with the number 13; or at least her Swifties’ opinion of Taylor’s obsession with 13.

If she attended the 2024 Superbowl (the 58^th) it would kinda be a “13”; 5+8.

If she attended the 2024 Superbowl it would be the 13^th Chiefs game she’s attended.

If she attended the 2024 Superbowl it would require a 13 hour flight from Tokyo.

The digital date of the game is 2-11; 2+11=13.

The Chiefs are playing the 49ers in the Superbowl; 4+9=13.

And, playing a hunch yesterday while watching the game, potentially adding a new “13” to the list, I counted the network camera shots of Taylor throughout the game. Guess how many times CBS panned their cameras over to show Taylor within gametime?

13.

Suspenders

Have you ever heard a conspiracy theory something along the lines of, "Your cellphone is eavesdropping  on you"? 

Well, funny story here. We were walking at False Creek this morning and came upon a dog wearing what could only be described as boots with suspenders. I'd never seen such a thing so we stopped and I asked where such a product could be found. It's been my experience that booties for my past dogs have not stayed on long; they fall off pretty easily on walks. The longer boots with straps (suspenders) look like a much more efficient system. During a short conversation the couple told me where they'd purchased the item for their dog. My phone was not involved at all in this interaction; it remained tucked in a pocket inside my jacket. We continued on our walk. 

Then, later at home, I opened my Instagram account and one of the first ads to pop up was for that exact store the couple had told me about (!) complete with a photo of the product I'd asked them about (!!) 

Amber Sky 2088

Time for another blog post; it’s only been about 4 years, LOL. Life got busy and I switched to Instagram because it was easier to do short posts; mostly photos.

But today, as we approach the Christmas season, life has slowed a bit (no really, only a bit!) and I’ve had an experience that demands longer prose than a photo caption.

Yesterday I participated in a work team event at a Virtual Reality facility in Richmond. I didn’t know what to expect but I’d heard these computer-generated environments have become quite realistic. As a first impression let me say that the “elevator” floor we were standing on was realistic enough to fool me for a micro-second into thinking I needed to stand well back from the edge of the platform. But of course, in reality, we were standing on a solid floor in a commercial retail unit!

Also, I must admit to feeling a momentary burst of claustrophobia upon donning all the gear which included wrist and ankle monitors, padded vest (for “feeling” the impacts of enemy fire), a backpack (probably containing batteries), visor (computer display), and headphones. I was cut off from any real world inputs. Interestingly, when viewing each other through the VR googles we digitally resembled Tesla Optimus robots!

Our transformation.

Fortunately the new “world” quickly emerged starting with a briefing from our commander. Our mission was to prevent an imminent enemy alien invasion by killing them all (and the horse they rode in on! (i.e., the mothership)). Pretty basic.

I think the elevator was the coolest part. As in any computer game, each successful battle progresses to the next level. In the VR case, each level literally went vertically higher and higher. At first I was comparing it to the elevator within the Shangri-La tower in dwtn Vancouver (to date the fastest and smoothest elevator I’ve ever ridden in). But pretty quickly it cleared the tops of all the adjacent city skyscrapers. It just kept going and going. Eventually we cleared Earth’s atmosphere! We were gazing down upon the planet as if from the ISS.

Still at skyscraper level.

At this point another comparison came to mind; the space elevator described in the "Mars" trilogy by Kim Stanley Robinson. It is a fictional device built to carry Mars colonists from Mars’ surface to an orbiting asteroid via elevators installed within a 35,000 km long cable, thus eliminating frequent rocket trips through the planet’s atmosphere. It was one of the coolest science fiction plot devices I’ve ever read (not that I’ve historically consumed tons of science fiction, that is).