The Inception Dream World

El Capitan

Diamondhead State Monument in Hawaii

I think I should record my dream before I forget.

I wanted to write it down this morning, but was in my usual I'm-frantic-as-I-get-ready-for-work state. Which is unfortunate because perhaps I have forgotten key aspects to the dream, or now this is lost in translation...

I was in Tahoe last week so most likely this is where the setting for the dream came to be...I was in some kind of national forest. In my dream it was assuredly Diamond Head State Monument, which is funny because that park is in Hawaii (I've been there).

But in my dream I wasn't in Hawaii.
But in my dream I did see the actual Diamond Head, which is funny again because I haven't seen the image of that since I was about seven (but have thought about it again several weeks ago as I was planning a now canceled trip to Hawaii with my mother). Isn't that strange?

Except Diamond Head had morphed with both Tahoe National Forest and Yosemite...so the figure of Diamond Head somehow became El Capitan as well.

It was astonishingly sunny, bright, and beautiful, the whole of my dream, even indoors.

EVERYONE was there. All of my friends. My family. It reminded me of the final episode of Lost; all the important people (as well as unimportant - there were people EVERYWHERE) were there and DRESSED UP.

I don't remember what was said to all of my friends & fam. I just remember walking around the "park" and some large facility that resembled an aging elementary school, that somehow morphed into a fancy train in which everyone was dressed in formal attire.

Out of nowhere, I saw my old roommate sitting on train steps next to a handsome man in a suit (She met him on Match.com LOL). I said hello and we talked some nonsense.

Another friend of mine was standing behind her for some damn reason.

Somewhere in that zone, I woke up.

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Everyone was in my dream except my father.

The whole dream, I had been searching for him, on that damn train. Looking through rooms and corridors and corners and he is nowhere to be found.

In my realest reality, that is OK. But I woke up on this beautiful Friday in the worst mood even though the dream wasn't "bad".


It's OK. I'm pretty sure I'll have a damn good Friday (all the alcoholics in the house, say heyyyy LOL). I'm having a good Friday already. I didn't get the internship I wanted for Arnold Schwarzenegger's newsroom, but they said they may want me for another department, so I'm getting interviewed again next week. And the boss that I am terrified of said good morning to me, and he referred to me by my NAME (I wasn't sure he knew my name lolol). And in an hour I'm getting the stitch in my back out, and hopefully will learn of my biopsy results, and can ask my dermatologist further questions...hmm.


I'll get over my daddy issues soon, in a few years, or decades. Mentally I have told myself to stop searching.

We'll see.

First post: Los Angeles in succession

New Year's resolution: maintain a blog for a year.

Oh, the dreams I had for this first blog post. An illustrious blog post I would write, full of candor, wit, and f'in ACRIMONY -- so much bitterness for 2009, well fuck off, 2009! What would follow are my laments for the year, for each unfortunate thing that happened to me, my friends, my family, the world, and all my hopes and dreams for the future, for 2010 - the new year, a year of change and diversion and turning twenty-one and sluttiness*. But after the clock finally turned twelve and I laid in bed till four-something a.m. wondering what the hell to write about, it was just blankness that came to mind.

And now here I am in LA in a beautiful house with my two besties. Having already discussed with them my shitty idea about blogging about my shitty and pathetic life, and not knowing what to reflect upon because my life is so shitty and pathetic*, they happily suggested that I discuss our wonderful four day trip (supposed to be five days but we are cutting it short). And I am thinking that there is no need to periodize the past year, or to create lengthy resolutions as if there is a starting date for my aspirations. If there is a right way to start the year, it would be to live by several ideologies:

1) No more resolutions. Just change. (via PostSecret.com) and

2) If you don't like something about yourself, then change it. (via myself)

So with these thoughts finally laid out, I can proceed with my many logical fallacies and run on sentences, and summarize this trip.

• Went somewhere beautiful in Palos Verdes and ended up playing with a friendly (and rich) cat named Kai for an hour rather than check out the beautiful view.
• Randomly ate at a Korean BBQ place in Koreatown, then made fun of a group of Koreans that were smoking outside by blasting kpop (2ne1 and Big Bang - Lollipop) in the parking lot as we left (fucked up?...or...fucking hilarious??).
• Spent New Year's Eve dancing with toddlers in between taking swigs of champagne
• My real name is Megan, I guess.
• MY ASS -- HOT TOPIC
• Bought the most beautiful bong at a head shop @ Venice Beach, a strip of the eclectic, freaks and crackheads that produce beautiful art, do street performances, and offer free joints. A perhaps overrated tourist area, but I do love it, and the streets of Venice are rampant with memories of friends (from frequent visits here) and scenes from American History X (friends and skinheads...mmm)
• Had ramen at Hakata Ramen Shinsengumi in Gardena
• When you are five years old, the whole world is unfair.
• The five year old stole our chez (cheese). It was our chez. She stole it. She stole it.
• Enriched in an environment of children that speak both Portuguese and Norwegian, along with English.
• Amazing homemade Brazilian flan. Amazing homemade Brazilian rice. Amazing homemade Norwegian meatballs.

Hard to not talk about food. Excuse me as I go downstairs to make sandwiches.

*I kid.