Dreamlog/7.22.09/Out to Sea: Back To School

Ryan was a carpenter...

No not that Carpenter!...

We were in a warehouse sized room below a high school.

He was happy there.

He was making these huge tables out of pine.

We talked for a bit. I proceeded to go out from the building, to the hallway that lead to the inside commons area of my first high school.

It was bigger in the dream though. I turned the corner and started to give a woman who worked at the school a foot massage.

We were on the steps going up to the second floor as the 'carpentry warehouse' was below ground we were between the first and second floors. There were Three floors above the warehouse. I am suddenly near the administrative side.

I find out that I am enrolled in high school again due to a mixup in my high school credits.

I get the feeling that this is a normal thing to them, but am discouraged that they let this slip.

...and I'm awake again.

*During this time, I was awaiting a discharge from the NAVY and couldn't wait to get out and get back in to college.

About The Dreamlog

(As if read by Shatner) Looking back... at... sometime, Back! In the,,, day: I use to... have this friend. (End Shatneresqueness) He was my best friend for about six or seven years and I've never had a lifetime friend. Most of the "friends" that I had were always caught up in drugs, drug runs or just wanted to party forever.

I went on knowing that I wasn't gonna live forever and wouldn't get anywhere hanging around these guys. Even though ambition came later for me, it came back. My friend who will be called "O'jay" in this story, lost the ambition in life to follow through with more conscious pursuits to better himself forever. His current status on the totem pole of life is - He who doesn't want to grow up, but wants to be a famous dance music producer. He never graduated high school, and has no ambition to do anything other than be a party superstar.

He was always full of great idea's but rarely capable of following through with the majority of them. He was always busy daydreaming and taking naps for his spiritual belief that naps were his way to living a better life. I like naps too but I don't need them every day.

Well O'jay used to write his dreams down in a little notebook, back before we all had laptops and blogs. He would write them down because if he didn't, he would forget them. He would ask anyone if they wanted to hear the dreams throughout the rest of the day, or at any group gathering of friends.

A phone call loosely based on what I can remember:

O'jay: (usually crunching on cereal)... Hello?

Sailor: Hey.

O'jay: (Still crunching)... Yowe!

Sailor: What are you doing?

O'jay: (Almost choking) Eating cereal. Hee-hee-hee-hee! I almost choked.

Sailor: I can hear that, but...what else are you doing?

O'jay: Oh, hee-hee-hee!... Just here, eating cereal... and drinking (four gulps are heard)... water.

Sailor: Ahh-huh.... So, what are we gonna do today?

O'jay: I don't know, what do you wanna do?

Sailor: Whatever dude, I don't work tomorrow. Wanna smoke?

O'jay: Uhhh. Yeah I gue... OH YEAH!!

Sailor: What?...

O'jay: (Gulp, gulp, gulp)...Dude I had this crazy dream.

I wrote it down too. You wanna hear it?

Sailor: (knowing he already wrote it down) Go.

O'jay: Well hold on, let me go upstairs and get my notebook.

Sailor: Yeah, cool.

O'jay: Hold on okay?

Sailor: Yeah dude, go!

O'jay: Okay...... hold on. (puts phone down)

So, I always said yes and never had trouble picturing the descriptions or transitions to any of his dreams. I would tell him mine and we'd discuss all of the crazy things that we had dreamt of before. He was always amazed that my long term memory was so good and that I could sometimes recall dreams from years before.

During my Navy times deployed out in the ocean I noticed that my dreams were more different than usual: so I started to write them down on a little notepad every time I woke up. I wouldn't remember them as often as before. I don't know if that had anything to do with sleeping in a bed the size of a coffin, a rocking boat and countless groundhog days, or exceeding the recommended dosage of melatonin on a normal basis to stay sane. Normally I really like sleep but while deployed in the Navy I LOOOOOVED sleep! What better way to fast forward through six miserable months of deployment, and five horrible years of my life.

Ladies and Gents, I give to you the Dreamlog. An attempt to present as best as my writing skills can, a few dreams here and there from my past and present. As often as I happen to have them I will do my best to keep you entertained. So that's the lengthy explanation of any posts entitled - Dreamlog, and then: something, something.

The short explanation you ask?... Entry with the word: Dreamlog = dreams. Have fun reading.

It's the Most Wonderful Time, of the Yeeeeeeeear!

It's that time of year again! Of course the origin of the term will probably always be debated. Even though there are people who exist on this earth that view Wikipedia as The National Enquirer...

I beg to differ... You naysaying skeptics who think we are alone in this universe and that the Earth is flat!... It's not!

I LOVE Wikipedia, and she loves me. Yes, she! How else would Wikipedia be so smart?! Sometimes Wiki and I go out on dates, and wiki stimulates my mind! She has so much to offer me. Sometimes people mess with her, but she always has the help of others to regain her... composure! But enough about her and I. On to what she has to say about 420:

"420, 4:20 or 4/20 (pronounced four-twenty.) refers to consumption of cannabis and, by extension, a way to identify oneself with cannabis subculture. The term originated from a group of schools in San Rafael, California, United States in 1971. The teens would meet after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue. According to an April 2009 article on The Huffington Post, the group called itself the Waldos because its members hung out by a wall after school. Writer Ryan Grim, citing interviews with anonymous Waldos, claims that the group met by the statue at 4:20 p.m. to begin a search for a crop of abandoned cannabis growing near Point Reyers that they had heard about. They never found the stash, Grim writes, but smoked plenty of marijuana while looking for it."

So there you have it Ripley.

HAVE A NICE DAY!

The Travels of Jungle Fever.

Long, long ago, even before Wesley Snipes, there was a thing called Jungle Fever.


Before black man/white woman and PAWG's there was Jungle Fever. There's a part of this song where you can hear a woman's voice moan. It's so dirty!


At first she says no... repeatedly, but then sways over to the side of pleasure and lets out a moan that will make a teenage boy's pee-pee hard.


It's just a song. A dirty, nasty, funky song that is almost like a sex provoking chant. Summoning the sweat made during sex to rise up from one's pores it fills the air and makes the room HOT! Jungle hot! Fever hot!


The song Jungle Fever by The Chakachas was probably in the ears of both my mother and father more than once before I was born. Predictably more my mother than my father, but I doubt he would have asked her to change the music if it were on during the time of my conception.


I first heard it sampled back in '89 by 2 Live Crew. 'Put her in the Buck' was the song off of their ever so controversial classic album 'As Nasty As They Wanna Be'.


I had NO idea this swanky beat was a song made back in 1972. Now let's begin...


"What do we get for Ten dollars?" a vietnam soldier asks. "Every-teeng you want!" replies the hooker. A scene from Full Metal jacket directed by the late Stanley Kubrick was to be reworked and sampled by 2 Live Crew for their song 'Me So Horny'.


Correct me if I'm wrong but I believe this album spawned the invention of the parental advisory sticker. As young as some of us were at the time back in the day, this cassette tape (Yes, cassette tape - Google it) was dubbed for me.



I doubt my parents would have bought this for me even if I did know who The Chakachas were! I had the full on uncensored As Nasty As They Wanna Be, and let me tell you... It was Nasty! I thank Luke of the crew they call 2 Live, for all his infinite sex ed. knowledge and class in advanced booty shaking bitches, for in the Sixth grade apparently I had such a need for all of this info.


Well it wasn't until ma mere started buying disco hits of the 70's cd's (Yes CD - Google it.) that I heard this beat one Saturday morning back in the early 90's.


Saturday morning's were for cleaning house. Music sped up the process and more effectively out of my Dad's huge Sansui XP-7000's.


Coming home from a rave one late Friday night/Saturday morning, I awoke to the dirty beat that was Jungle Fever...


To my dismay I was surprised to learn that this was not 2 Live Crew shaking the entire house. I sprung out of bed to hunt down the origin of this nastiness and found my Mother headed towards the stereo to crank this shit up louder!


Clad in her usual 'Mom's in her cleaning attire' get up (which was usually a frump ass extra long blouse thing and/or some house shorts that were previously sweats) she did that 'mom's dancing around the entire house and cleaning at the same time' dance. Ohhh it was bad! As she relived the 70's, I tried to avoid eye contact and also accept that it was because of the infamous 2 Live Crew that I knew this dirty beat.


My mother who was transported back to the 70's for a few cd's every Saturday morning had known nothing of Luke's 'Now Put Her in the Buck'. I couldn't decide whether to throw up or erase this song from my memory, or ask her not to dance in front of me again. Being that it was her house and she made the rules, I'm sure asking her not to dance would have been a guaranteed loss.


It was too funky of a song to not like though. I had to remember that before there was I, there was a disco queen who danced the night away. There was a man who was in love with this woman, and together their love led to an unplanned, well... me. This song was also on the Boogie Nights Soundtrack, so in '97 when Marky Mark was Dirk Diggler, that song came back to fill the air of our house once again.


So every time I hear either Luke screaming "Now Put Her in the Buck!!!!" or the original Chakachas version with the woman screaming "no... NO... NO!... AHYY... AHHYYY!" I get a little confused.


Don't get me wrong, I like both versions. I heard it first from 2 Live, but always give respect to the origin of the sample being that real hip-hop has always been a part of my life since RUN-DMC. So after my run today while in the shower that dirty nasty beat just popped into my head and would not go away. Thank you Luke.


Mom: Thank you for the music lesson.

Chakacha's: Thank's for that timeless classic.

1970's: Thanks for all the disco nastiness that led to a big baby boom all because of that disco beat and drug induced unprotected sex. Without you I would not exist.

1980's: Thank you for blank cassette's.

6th grade: Thanks for friends who had moms' that didn't care.

Luke: Thank you for teaching a little man how to 'put it in the buck'! And Luke, my auditory senses will always juxtapose these two songs where ever they may be heard.