T Shirts Day IV

The old Brownsea staff tshirt. 

Date Obtained: June 2010

T Shirts Day III

Todays shirt is a plain grey shirt. Nothing really to say about this one
Date Obtained: July 2005

T Shirts Day II

Todays t-shirt is the majestic 'Three Wolf Moon' What better way to celebrate the first day of school than such a beautiful shirt.
Date Acquired: December 25, 2011 (A generous gift)

T-Shirts Day 1

I was moving back into my dorm, unpacking all my things when I realized that I have far too many t shirts. I came to the conclusion that the best way to see exactly how many t shirts I have is to wear a different one each day until I run out. Each day, I'll take a picture and give a little bit of history about the shirt I am wearing.

Day 1
Shirt: Bold, Italicized and Underlined Illinois.
Date Obtained: Accepted Student Day, June 6th, 2011.

Sports Night Bathroom

Good morning,


During another night of copious rest, my subconscious has again dazzled me with fantastical occurrences. This one was one continuous dream, but again unique as it featured environments from previous dreams. Here we go...

I was in the rather large gymnasium of my elementary school. Apparently it was a sports night because a bunch of random people and I were playing floor hockey. The person in charge of this scrimmage was the draconian gym coach, Mrs. Beese. Side note :(Of all the gym teachers I've ever had, Mrs. Beese was definitively the absolute worst of all of them. She threw me out of 3rd grade intramural dodgeball for 'giving her sass') Mrs. Beese was being her normal, annoying self by telling us exactly how for out of position each one of us was on each play in the floor hockey game.

After the game had ended, all of the people who were in the gym retired to the men's locker room. This was no ordinary locker room, this was quite possibly the nicest locker room in existence. This is the environment I mentioned before that has appeared in multiple dreams. When I walked in I was confronted with a wall of mahogany stalls with bronze door handles. As I followed the room further back, I turned a corner to find a wall of sinks and mirrors with a staircase leading up to another level. The stairs rose above a wardrobe that looked like a gateway to Narnia. I continued on past another bend to find a grand piano. Not just any grand piano, the most beautiful piano i had ever seen in my life. It was all plated gold with white accents and the keys were made of real ivory and ebony. The closest ting to this piano is probably the concert grand in the ballroom of the White House.

I touched my finger to middle C and instantly the most pure tone I had ever heard rang throughout the entire room. I was elated, and sat down to play more. However, as soon as I sat down, the piano and I were moved into a courtyard garden with ivy hanging from those open ceiling frames they have. I looked at the piano to find that it had been covered with things people find when cleaning up ghetto beaches. There was about a foot of sand, broken bottles, syringes, broken bricks, dead animals,cigarette butts, seaweed and a bunch of other trash covering this beautiful piano. I tried hard to clear all that clutter off and play this gorgeous instrument, but it was to no avail.

Thats all.

Fish Dreams

To My Loyal Readership,
Thanks to you, I have accumulated over 125 page views in only a week of blogging! I apologize for not posting the past few days. With finals comes less sleep, and less sleep means less dreams. I thought 'Maybe i'll post about something else' but soon realized that my life is pretty boring. But I got a solid 11 and 1/2 hours last night, so I have a dream to share.

As I mentioned in the first post (creatively titled 'First Post') the reason I've been having all these crazy dreams is because I am on the top bunk. We rebunked our beds because of a baller fish tank so the dream about fish I had last night makes it all come full circle. sorta.
<dream>
The dream started in a fish tank in my basement. Since my room mate couldn't take care of our fish, I had to baby sit them over the Christmas holiday. But there were some amazing  looking fish sitting in plastic bags over the tank. One fish looked like Gill from 'Finding Nemo' another looked like the rainbow fish they show on National Geographic. These were beautiful animals, so I decided to put them in my fish tank.

I was very pleased with these fish, and my cousins were too. Until my little cousin asked me, "Why is that big one eating all the other fish?" I looked over to see a huge grouper with the Moorish Idol in his mouth. I had no clue how the grouper got in there but I looked closer to see that there were actually too. One was blue and the other one was yellow. Both the large, hideous fish were eating all the small beautiful fish untill there were none left.

At that point, when all the other fish had been eaten, the two huge fish went after each other, biting each others mouth untill they both floated to the top dead.

Then I was backpacking through the great Northwoods of Wisconsin. A thin, windy trail lead me through the towering hardwood forest. As to looked up to admire this pristine wildernere, I took a deep breath to have the cool, clean air fill my lungs.

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Of all the dreams I've had, the first part of this last set could be the only dream where there exists an interpretation beyond 'this kid is crazy'. I thought for a bit to what that could refer. Is it the devastating impact of invasive species? Do the beautiful fish represent the small business that multinational corporations wipe out? I'm not sure, but I have some chem to study, so I'll catch all y'all later.

-Jim

The State Capitol

Greetings!

This one is on par with some of the other rather crazy dreams that have been posted before. This one is going to be the longest yet, so I might as well jump  right in.

I started on the steps of the state capitol building in beautiful Springfield, Illinois. I walked in and took a very nice elevator up to the top floor. When I arrived at the top, it was different than I remember; instead of a tall chamber culminating in a dome, each level had a floor that was shaped like a huge funnel with a small hole in the bottom. I remember thinking that I would be screwed if i were to fall through that hole, seeing as there is another identical setup on the three floors below me. Taking that into consideration, I slowly and cautiously proceeded into a white room. The floor, the ceiling and all the walls were painted a stark white. There was no furniture in this room, but there was a small slit that ran the length of the longer wall and a window looking at the train station. Curious, I walked over to see why a slit had been placed in this otherwise empty room. Upon further inspection, I realized that there was a conveyor belt that ran behind the slit and my purpose for coming to this room was to get as many things off the conveyor as possible

At this point, I wasn't alone any more. I was joined by two of my fellow conveyor-belt cleaners who were charged with the same task. As we stuck our hands into the dark slit, we were all surprised to see what we were scooping out. The damp, warm colorful material on that belt was like nothing any of us had ever felt or seen before. The closest comparison I have is multi-colored and good smelling wet Styrofoam. All of us them knew that the substance on the conveyor could have been far more disgusting, so were glad to handle this excellent goo.

We grabbed that paste of the conveyor belt for a solid five minutes before I realized that if I was to get back home, I could not miss the train at any cost. I kept on glancing out the window, to see if my train was at the dimly lit station. I glanced at my schedule a to see that the next train boarded in 5 minute, I had to get out of there, So we vacated that strange white room, and headed back into the hall, ever weary of those dangerous floor-funnels. When we reached the bottom floor, it had turned into a sports bar with very high ceilings. The ceilings were made of a whiteboard material and people were writing their names on them with yellow markers. With no time to lose I ran right out of the sports bar / State Capitol and rushed to the train station.

NOTE: this next part was weird because it was light out during this, but the rest of my dream was at night.

If you aren't as intimately familiar with the geography of downtown Springfield as I am, it would behove you to know that about a block away from the current capitol building is the 'Old State Capitol'. I rushed to that building only to find it had been turned into a shopping mall. I walked in to the Sports Authority and my olfactory glands were tickled with the scent of freshly poured PVC. Not in the need of any sporting equipment, I left that store then I came to the realization that I had missed my train.

Its nighttime again:
I ran to the station platform to see it bare. I had missed the last train of the night, I was stranded in Springfield for the night.


 Thats all.