babies have little bladders...

i'm inside the cabin of a boat that is traveling relatively quickly. beside me are extended family members, including children. we are looking out the window as it tours the coastline. however, the scenery in my dream does not appear as waking life scenery would appear. exciting sights pass one after another and are all unrealistically visible and close, as if they were designed for our boatride's viewing pleasure. at one point, i see legoland, which in waking life is in the san diego area. immediately, i look towards my "nephews" (what we call our cousins' sons in the chinese language) and tell them to quickly look up at legoland passing by.

no longer am i at the side of the cabin, staring out the large windows. in the middle of the cabin, there are rows of seats, where a young lady holding a baby, someone older (possibly my mother, i forget), and i am. the baby is crying, and the young lady, probably in her early twenties, is walking back and forth behind the rows of seats, trying to console the baby, who is not hers and is possibly mine. i'm sitting in the middle of the rows of seats with our belongings, near the older woman. the rows are otherwise empty/unoccupied. the young woman starts to look for the baby's bottle, asking where it is, trying to find a way to stop the baby's crying. however, the baby was fed not too long ago, so i tell her, "you can't just keep on feeding the baby everytime it cries!" i try to explain rationally, uncertain in the logic i am using to persuade her it's wrong to feed the baby again, using my hands to illustrate the point, "babies have small bladders. what goes in must come out!"

Porn Stars and Zombies

I had a dream recently in which I was making out with a girl that I hated in high school. Somehow I realized it was a dream and my mind generated a situation in which I was talking to myself. Different aspects of my personality were represented by different people. I asked them why my dream couldn't have been about a porn star like Jenna Jameson! ;-) HA! Then I woke up.

The other dream I had earlier this week was about a zombie airplane. My home is near a county airstrip called Paine Field and so, of course since most of Boeing's manufacturing happens here in and around the greater Seattle area, we get a lot low flying passenger jumbo jets flying in and out of the Everett facility.

So in this dream, a Boeing 747 is flying a holding pattern around the airstrip, waiting to land. But for some reason, they're in some sort of time loop and are effectively zombies from our perspective because they keep flying this same pattern without regard for anything on the ground. They keep almost hitting trees and buildings. They don't seem to respond to repeated attempts to get their attention. They keep circling the strip and my house.

Eventually, what happens is that the plane tries to land again, but it's actually landing in the trees and so it crashes. Then I'm driving away from the crash in my car and I see that there are trees above me horizontally suspended above the roadway (I'm on the freeway on the East Side), like cable car wires. One of them has fallen down. It's raining, and is very cloudy...and I'm awake again.