Morning of August 24, 2009

This morning, I dreamed that I was staying at my aunt's house. Well, my uncle, too. He hasn't been my uncle as long as she's been my aunt, so I think of her more as my aunt than I do of him as my uncle. Anyway, the extended family on my mom's side is staying there for a bit. There's some other people, too, but it's mostly a family gathering. We spend most of our time in the living room chatting. I'm not much of a chatter, so I just listen to the other people mostly. My female cousin, who's around my age, brings two really cute girls with her. They look like twins. Everyone is ooh-ing and ahh-ing over them. Girls tend to ignore me, though, so I tend to ignore them, too. Eventually, I think they try to start up a conversation with me, but I forget what they asked. I was surprised they wanted to talk to me, though. They seemed rather serious; not just chatty.

Sometime that evening, someone brought out a family pet, some kind of large mouse. The pet was curled into a little half-hemisphere just perfectly. We let him out and held him and such. He seemed friendly and wasn't likely to run off. Eventually, it was time to go to sleep, so I had to put him back in his cage. I was holding him without the hemisphere to take him to his cage. He saw that I was going to put him in his cage, so he latched onto my arm, and I couldn't get him off. I went to my aunt to ask how to get him in the cage. She was a little upset with him and decided to pour salt water on his head to straighten him out. I made sure to put him in his hemisphere, now, so he couldn't as easily latch onto me. This worked, but as I was straightening out the lid, he jumped up to the gap between the lid and the side wall of the cage. I had to poke him back and then latched the lid in place.

Later, I was kind of looking for something to do. I guess I didn't want to sleep. My aunt told me I should go into the media room. There were a lot of people in there, probably hundreds. The room was set up like a lecture hall. There were lots of computer equipment and electronics spread out along the outside of the room. My favorite undergraduate professor saw me and started showing me around. I mentioned something about wishing I had all this equipment, since it would make my research go faster. My uncle told me to take a closer look at the machines. They were horribly old, probably fifteen years or so. I chuckled a little and said something about how cheap each one probably was. He told me I should go watch the movie. It wasn't a command or anything, though, just a suggestion. The movie was Ghostbusters. I go down to a seat, but the screen is too far away. I try to move closer, and the screen is too much at an angle. It's the end of the movie anyway, though, so I don't worry about it too much. It's playing on the larger lcd screen I've ever seen. It's as big as a small movie theater screen, and would probably have cost tens of thousands of dollars, if not more.

Later, I decide to order some cheap computers so I can play around with them. I open them up and find that the memory chip is really loose, so I put it back in. There also is no hard drive or cd drive.

I'm kind of surprised nothing came of the two girls. Normally, a character such as they will end up being my love interest. Of course, that doesn't appear to be the intention of the dream, this time. The final topic was technology. It seems like everybody else was concerned with watching the movie, whereas I was interested in the machines, themselves. This is probably pretty normal, in my experience. Most people like technology for what it can do. I like it for what it is and how it works. That may be one reason that I could never get my "perspective" right for the movie.

I think the mouse-like creature symbolized myself, somehow. I can't really explain how this is, though.