I had a dream last night about being in a class, like a high school class, where we had individual desks and weird old computers on each desk. I thought it was a Spanish class at first, but then it turned out to be a math class. I wasn't feeling well, and I had a hard time seeing the computer screen, like it was really low contrast and everything on it looked like everything else. I decided I needed to leave early and go home because I thought I had a fever, and I started to write a note to the teacher in this beat up notebook I was carrying. Then some janitor guy came up and started proofreading it for me, correcting my Spanish. I decided I didn't really need to leave a note after all, and I left the room taking the chair and desk (but somehow not the computer) with me.
Every day we were supposed to drop off our chairs at this place down the street, but we weren't supposed to take the desks. When I dropped of the chair I realized that I shouldnt have taken the desk with me, and I had to go back to class and return it. I wasn't quite sure why I took it in the first place. I took it back to class, and then I split for home.
When I got home, there were all these pizza boxes in the kitchen. For some reason, three of my cousins (a brother with an older and younger sister) were living with us in the condo (in Pacific Beach) where I lived in high school. I remembered something about the pizza from earlier that morning, something about how I ate a few pieces even though it wasn't my "turn My cousins were probably mad about it. I looked in the fridge, thinking there might be leftovers a there in plastic baggies. The remaining pizza was in there, but not in little baggies. It had been taken out of the pizza boxes (which were strewn about) and stuffed into various sized boxes and envelopes that looked like the packaging of stuff I get from eBay (a sort of twice used packaging look). I figured that the different containers signified ownership, and didnt want to fuck with it.
No one was home when I got there. After leaving the kitchen I went upstairs, took off all my clothes, and crawled into bed. I woke up a little later when my cousins arrived. It was dark, and I told them to give me a minute to get dressed before they came into my bedroom. I pulled on a shirt, but before I could put on anything else, they walked in and turned on the light. My oldest cousin, Jenny, was asking me about this French restaurant. She wanted to know if it was open really late, because she wanted to go there on a date. I was pulling my shirt down so it covered me up, and telling her she should consider this Italian place instead, when the phone rang in the other room.
I went to answer it, but didnt get there before the answering machine picked up. Whoever it was didn't lave a message, so I went around my parents bed to the side of the room where there was a weird looking caller ID device. It wasn't working properly though, because it was "full". I was annoyed, and started trying to clear out the old numbers so it would work the next time someone called. This turned out to be a tedious and complicated process, and several people came in the room to give me advice about it over the course of the next few hours.
During that time, my stepfather got home and wheeled two computers on mobile tables out of the closet. One of them had a strange round looking monitor, and I said, "that's a strange round looking monitor". He said, "is it?" When I looked closer, the monitor appeared to be attached to the computer case, like some kind of old "luggable" computer in the days before laptops. He then said "so and so always looks at the monitor first when he repairs one, and he'll put on of these new ones on right away". The monitor itself looked like a sphere, but the screen was a rectangle. I noticed that the other computer was hooked up to what looked like a rectangular TV, and I thought "oh, its 16:9" (which is the aspect ratio for widescreen DVDs).
Then I finished clearing out the data from the caller ID box and got up to leave. At that point it occurred to me that the box may have one of those recessed buttons to "reset" it and clear out all the data. I picked it up again, and lo and behold it did have such a button. I pushed it with a bent paper clip and it immediately cleared all the data.
Then I woke up.
Every day we were supposed to drop off our chairs at this place down the street, but we weren't supposed to take the desks. When I dropped of the chair I realized that I shouldnt have taken the desk with me, and I had to go back to class and return it. I wasn't quite sure why I took it in the first place. I took it back to class, and then I split for home.
When I got home, there were all these pizza boxes in the kitchen. For some reason, three of my cousins (a brother with an older and younger sister) were living with us in the condo (in Pacific Beach) where I lived in high school. I remembered something about the pizza from earlier that morning, something about how I ate a few pieces even though it wasn't my "turn My cousins were probably mad about it. I looked in the fridge, thinking there might be leftovers a there in plastic baggies. The remaining pizza was in there, but not in little baggies. It had been taken out of the pizza boxes (which were strewn about) and stuffed into various sized boxes and envelopes that looked like the packaging of stuff I get from eBay (a sort of twice used packaging look). I figured that the different containers signified ownership, and didnt want to fuck with it.
No one was home when I got there. After leaving the kitchen I went upstairs, took off all my clothes, and crawled into bed. I woke up a little later when my cousins arrived. It was dark, and I told them to give me a minute to get dressed before they came into my bedroom. I pulled on a shirt, but before I could put on anything else, they walked in and turned on the light. My oldest cousin, Jenny, was asking me about this French restaurant. She wanted to know if it was open really late, because she wanted to go there on a date. I was pulling my shirt down so it covered me up, and telling her she should consider this Italian place instead, when the phone rang in the other room.
I went to answer it, but didnt get there before the answering machine picked up. Whoever it was didn't lave a message, so I went around my parents bed to the side of the room where there was a weird looking caller ID device. It wasn't working properly though, because it was "full". I was annoyed, and started trying to clear out the old numbers so it would work the next time someone called. This turned out to be a tedious and complicated process, and several people came in the room to give me advice about it over the course of the next few hours.
During that time, my stepfather got home and wheeled two computers on mobile tables out of the closet. One of them had a strange round looking monitor, and I said, "that's a strange round looking monitor". He said, "is it?" When I looked closer, the monitor appeared to be attached to the computer case, like some kind of old "luggable" computer in the days before laptops. He then said "so and so always looks at the monitor first when he repairs one, and he'll put on of these new ones on right away". The monitor itself looked like a sphere, but the screen was a rectangle. I noticed that the other computer was hooked up to what looked like a rectangular TV, and I thought "oh, its 16:9" (which is the aspect ratio for widescreen DVDs).
Then I finished clearing out the data from the caller ID box and got up to leave. At that point it occurred to me that the box may have one of those recessed buttons to "reset" it and clear out all the data. I picked it up again, and lo and behold it did have such a button. I pushed it with a bent paper clip and it immediately cleared all the data.
Then I woke up.