DanLog the ramblings of Daniel Pettit

Well I’ve begun to break up the old section of concrete on the patio that will be under the new art room. I got to buy a sledgehammer and a prybar oh boy new toys!

On the roof of a shopping center, raining, roof collected water lots water, inbetween buildings is full 30 – 40 feet deep. walk along edge to try to get down, edge is soft and flexes deforms under my weight, lets water out. I’m scared but I hold on tightly straddeling the edge. I then get some confidence and think that maybe I can drain the whole area by hangin on the edge. Some maint guy comes along and is irritated at what I’m doing.

We then are inside the shopping center somehow. There are storefronts but they are all locked up, a toy store, a lingere store , then we have dropped into a store from a roof hatch. But now its not a store but someones house, someone wealthy. large kitchen with a looping path around, Sees, donuts and muffins, lots of small appliances, cereal boxs cabinets. another smaller room with an OSF bed bench brass but very exquisite upholstered in a very fine red fabric. I had a feeling of surprise that someone would have such an item in their house, but was also impressed at the elegance of the piece.

woke up

[note: it was raining for most of the night]

Jack ROCKS!

Sarah Silverman is hot as usual, but boy was her character a bitch! Those kids are great. Scary how hot Rebecca Brown looked at the concert (being she’s 11) and Miranda Cosgrove is just adorable. Did I say Jack ROCKS!

[note First Dream]
Okay this one is getting pretty fuzzy in my memory. There was some sort of carnival ride, ferris wheel/some sort of spinning thing. It was outside the Old Spaghetti Factory the ride was run by the restaurant, I was “playing” myself in the dream. Something went wrong with the ride. Sparks were flying and a woman was stuck to the ride and was screaming. I spotted the trouble and ran outside to the ride. I could see that somehow the “christmas type” light strings that decorate the “arms” of the ride had come loose and had wrapped around the woman binding her to the ride, which continued to spin. As I got closer I could see that the sparks were from the light strings, the insulation had become brittle and was falling off, exposing the bare wires which were in turn causing short circuits. I got to the woman and spotted the loose end of the light string that was tying her up. As she spun around I lunged for the wire and quickly grabbed and flung it in a quick motion to start unwinding it, while not geting shocked myself. After a few rotations I was able to free her…. end of dream

[notes: At the restaurant we have clear christmas type lights running the perimeter of the the roof and in our Magnolia tree at the front entrance. Yesterday my GM told me she had received a voice mail from the DM that the company President wanted to remove all the lights from both the tree and the roof.]

[note Second dream tonight]

My wife and I were staying in a motel in some unknown city. We were in some kind of toy or sporting goods store in a strip mall. Inside the store was a few cast members of some movie that had already been released. The stars were putting on some sort of “show/skit/special appearance” for the shoppers. The “show” ends and the crowd clears out, we are still there. It is now very late in the evening maybe 2 AM. It seams that my wife and I are the only ones left plus one star. I get my wife to get going as we really need to leave. It had rained lightly while we had been inside and the streets were wet, but it was no longer raining. As I was going out the door I made a point of expressing thanks and praise to Keanu Reeves for an entertaining evening.

From this point on my wife isn’t present in the dream, but she is still there in “feel” as a part of the setting. I go looking for our Volvo, as I’m walking through the parking lot I spot my Volare parked perpendicular to another Volare of a different year[note I donated this car to charity in 2002]. It struck me as a very strange coinicidence that the two would be next to each other. (the presence of my Volare however was not strange eventhough there is no reason we’d have two cars on vacation) I continue looking and can’t find the Volvo anywhere, it has been stolen. I of course was upset, but felt fortunate that at least we had the Volare. (I had a small feeling of adventure on the thought of having to drive the Volare again) So I went back to the place where the Volare was and now it was gone.

It now was morning, I went into a storefront in the strip mall to find out what the hell was going on here. I think the store was for a plumber. There was a fairly empty room in the front with a counter running the width of the store, with some bar stools at it. At least one person was behind the counter and at least one other person in the store when I went in. I was upset and angry and was for no reason suspicious of this shops involvement in the auto thefts. I asked if they knew anything, saw anything or if this was a common occurance. I don’t remember getting an answer.

Finally it occurs to me to call 911, (I thought to myself why hadn’t I done this hours ago). I pick up the phone and dial 911 it rings, while it rings I’m organizing my thoughts and wrighting notes to tell the police. I try to remember my license plate number 016TXA I write [note this is correct] but I am not 100% sure I have it right. I do remember the Volvo number. The phone keeps ringing, now it occurs to me that I don’t know where I’m at, what its called or the address. I step outside to get the address. I walk to the corner of the parking lot to read the big shopping centers sign. It is in disrepair and I can’t really make anything out, except maybe the Name/owner or the center. The center has many stores and a Chinese restaurant in the back. I start going back to the plumbers shop and see lots of “shifty” looking people gathering around in the parking lot. I had the feeling that they were there to buy/bid on some stolen cars.

Now I think I know the jist of what’s going on around here, I don’t know if the plumbers are involved but I’m sure they knew about it. I go back to the phone and it dawns on me that my Tahoe has OnStar and Lo-Jack [note this is my current real vehicle] (the Volare has been completely replaced by my Tahoe in my mind now). I call 911 again, I’m thinking that my odds are pretty good that I’ll get the cars back as they are probably together somewhere nearby and it has only been a few hours, while at the same time I’m mad at myself for waiting for so long to call…..wake up.

watersports, where’s piggy, bondage, girl on girl, murder suicide only Roman Polanski could label this a comedy.

I’m in some foothill city. In my dream I have a feeling that I’m in like Brea or Yorba Linda, however in reality I was in a purely fictional city. I’m running/ walking along the streets. I pass by a hillside park where they are cleaning up after a big celebration there was a giant pile of tree cuttings/limbs with some other debris mixed in. At first glance I thought there were mattresses in there but there wasn’t any.

I proceeded on I don’t have knowledge of where I was intending to get to, but I knew I needed to continue in a Northernly direction. I had to cut through someones yard weaving along the paths they had in there well landscaped garden there where small streams as well. They saw me but I continued on as if I belonged in their yard and I left without incident. That yard was near the peak of a pass in one range of the hills. Laid out before me was a valley of industrial and retail buildings.

I continued into the industrial area. The streets there are setup in a strict north/south & east/west grid. I was at a major east/west blvd with lots of traffic. Across the street from me was some rail depot type building, old weathered wood plank siding, corregated steel roof, 2 -3 stories high. Railroad tracks ended at the building. The tracks continued North, there were several, spaced a few hundred feet apart. There were side streets on either side of the rail facility that extended North, they were flanked by other industrial buildings, structures pipelines etc. I had an uneasy feeling about going down that side street. There was no traffic on that street whatsoever, auto or foot. On the corner in a vacant lot I spotted a pile of nasty looking mattresses, at this point in the dream I knew I’d been here before. [this is still a fictional place, but I have dreamed of this spot before] I remembered that those mattresses were used by a large colony of homeless and it didn’t seem safe on my last visit to approach and take some mattress photos. I still had to check it out this time, so I crossed the blvd and headed to the lot. As I got closer I could see that I wouldn’t be alone with the matts this time either. It seemed as if there was a homeless club sandwich. There was a mattress then some homeless guy on it, then another mattress on top of him and so on for 6 or 7 layers. I shyed away from the lot and continued down that “uneasy” side street.

At this point I suddenly has a companion, its Fidel from OSF in my real life. We continue on down the street. Despite the fact the street earlier when straight on for miles it now suddenly ends several hundred yards from where we started. Not discouraged. We continue north along some pipelines, these continue for a while then make a left turn and we continue. Now we are inside some building that houses the pipeline. The pipeline now continues North again but passes through a concrete wall, through a hole not much bigger than the pipe. We continue west along the wall looking for an opening. We come across several railroadtracks and other pipes that follow north until our pathway continually shrinks around us until getting so small that we can’t continue.

It becomes clear to me that taking this route was a big mistake. We turn and head south toward the rail depot building. The entire way back we seem to be in some sort of structure. When we finally get to the actual front of the depot we found ourselves on the second floor, yet we got there by walking along tracks and or pipes. At this point we are challenged by some worker of the depot. What are you doing here, you don’t belong here type stuff. He wanted us to wait where we were until the police arrived, who had already been called. We continued down the staircase to exit the building, I said sorry to the man, we got lost, were leaving, and we contiuned to exit. We headed east through a parking lot that led to that homeless people lot. We picked up the pace to a medium jog, my camera was bouncing on my back. I didn’t want to be picked up by the police. I was more worried about the trouble I’d get into at home for being caught where I didn’t belong, than the “legal” consequences. I’d don’t remember if it was my wife or my mother that I knew would be pissed, but I do know it was something I wanted to avoid. I also was worried about getting my travel companion into trouble as I wasn’t sure about his immigration status.

I spotted the police car pulling up to the rail depot, but there was no pursuit. I think we got away but… I WOKE UP

Okay here is the deal I’d don’t watch or follow any sport of any kind. The only sporting event I watch other than some Olympic coverage is the Super Bowl. This has become a small tradition with me. I set up a spread of junk food to indulge me. Chips and salsa, potato chips and green onion dip, and I make some cheese dogs. I do enjoy the sport, but would never have called myself a true fan. I was a diehard baseball fan for years but no more. I also enjoy the junk food, the one day a year I make dip, and I like the ads, plus I’m secretly afraid my juevos will shrivel up if I don’t watch THE GAME!

So its Super Sunday around 2pm I’m thinking to myself not only do I don’t even know what channel the game is on but I don’t even know who the hell is playing this year. So off the the trusty Internet to check the tv listings. Oh crap it’s on CBS, I can’t get CBS on the rabbit ears. We’ll since I really am in the mood for quality time alone with my snacks and going to a “SB Party” would be lost on me, I go off to the video store to get a couple movies. I got a long western, I hope that’s satisfactory to the “jewel fairy”.

Thanks to the internet I didn’t miss any of the ads or the infamous half time show.