Saturday, September 01, 2007
Dreamtime:
i dreamt that a bunch of the crew decided to go attend this whacky triathlon. Actually we all went to see it, but somehow we stood in line to sign up. It was whacky in the sense that it involved the usual swim/bike/run, but there were 'alternatives' that you could do to reduce your overall time. This is when the wierdness begins. The two additions were a 2 10-shot rifle deal where each hit deducts time, the other was a concert level piano performance judged by a panel and then a time deduction is given. So as we sign up the race starts but since it's a whacky race, two groups of runners ran towards each other and then turn. Well it's the turn that confuses. After this i realize that this is whack, but we've signed up. So Fluffielady, Roz and I were getting ready and we see capt'n d wandering and he joins us. We all jog eventually and get to the rifle shooting part. I wanted to do it so we stop there and theres 10 lanes, and it's pretty empty. Well out of the 10 lanes only 2 of them had targets to shoot at, and it was ran by some nigerian and japanese people, i dunno, i just dream this stuff up. So we stand and stand and all of a sudden all 10 lanes are filled with people and still there were only 2 lanes that could shoot. We wait for up to 25 minutes and i find one of the judges and tell him whats up with this? 25 minutes lost, waste of time, etc. The judge sees the mess, and says ok i'll be adjusting you guy's times and leaves. Wait a minute the guy doesn't even know who we are. At 35minutes we decide to take a nap (take a nap on a race?) and the nap was about 5 minutes, we wake up and the lanes are empty as heck. So all of us get our rifles and get up to the shooting line. Somehow i have a M1A in .50BMG, which doesn't exist. But i get the rifle and one of the nigerians says, i need to check your rifle, ok. So she does and opens the bolt, she then realizes the caliber and looks at me. I just nod and say common let's do this. All of a sudden she asks 'do you have a target?' i'm thinking, what kinda race is this where i need to bring my own targets? i tell her i don't have one, so she points at an area on a clear plastic sheet to shoot at. I say, fine lets go. She then says 'i need to stop the firing line so that i can put the target up,' what the heck is this? At this time it's all packed again with people. So she stops the line and then a few firing points to my left they bring out a japanese flag salute with the japanese national anthem. And since i don't know the pomp and circumstance involving the japanese national flag, i just stand at attention, while people are making these weird handsigns, and singing. At this point i told myself 'you know what i want my money back, this is whack.' Thats when i woke up.
I never did get to play the Chopin piano piece that i thought i could play.
i dreamt that a bunch of the crew decided to go attend this whacky triathlon. Actually we all went to see it, but somehow we stood in line to sign up. It was whacky in the sense that it involved the usual swim/bike/run, but there were 'alternatives' that you could do to reduce your overall time. This is when the wierdness begins. The two additions were a 2 10-shot rifle deal where each hit deducts time, the other was a concert level piano performance judged by a panel and then a time deduction is given. So as we sign up the race starts but since it's a whacky race, two groups of runners ran towards each other and then turn. Well it's the turn that confuses. After this i realize that this is whack, but we've signed up. So Fluffielady, Roz and I were getting ready and we see capt'n d wandering and he joins us. We all jog eventually and get to the rifle shooting part. I wanted to do it so we stop there and theres 10 lanes, and it's pretty empty. Well out of the 10 lanes only 2 of them had targets to shoot at, and it was ran by some nigerian and japanese people, i dunno, i just dream this stuff up. So we stand and stand and all of a sudden all 10 lanes are filled with people and still there were only 2 lanes that could shoot. We wait for up to 25 minutes and i find one of the judges and tell him whats up with this? 25 minutes lost, waste of time, etc. The judge sees the mess, and says ok i'll be adjusting you guy's times and leaves. Wait a minute the guy doesn't even know who we are. At 35minutes we decide to take a nap (take a nap on a race?) and the nap was about 5 minutes, we wake up and the lanes are empty as heck. So all of us get our rifles and get up to the shooting line. Somehow i have a M1A in .50BMG, which doesn't exist. But i get the rifle and one of the nigerians says, i need to check your rifle, ok. So she does and opens the bolt, she then realizes the caliber and looks at me. I just nod and say common let's do this. All of a sudden she asks 'do you have a target?' i'm thinking, what kinda race is this where i need to bring my own targets? i tell her i don't have one, so she points at an area on a clear plastic sheet to shoot at. I say, fine lets go. She then says 'i need to stop the firing line so that i can put the target up,' what the heck is this? At this time it's all packed again with people. So she stops the line and then a few firing points to my left they bring out a japanese flag salute with the japanese national anthem. And since i don't know the pomp and circumstance involving the japanese national flag, i just stand at attention, while people are making these weird handsigns, and singing. At this point i told myself 'you know what i want my money back, this is whack.' Thats when i woke up.
I never did get to play the Chopin piano piece that i thought i could play.
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