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Dream Diary Entry recorded July 14, 2018
Jul. 14th, 2018 07:56 amLast night's dream was a curiosity: It seemed to be telling two stories at once, even sharing a few sets and props. Scenes alternated and maybe even overlapped a little between two stories, one in the Tater Patch Players Theater green room in Jasper, GA, and one in a workplace classroom at one of my old workplace's "annex" buildings in Linthicum, MD. Like I said, the stories alternated, a little of this one, a little of that one, as if the worlds were side-by-side somehow.
In the Tater Patch green room, which was on the first floor for some reason (it's on the second in real life, and always has been, as far as I know), I was reporting to start to learn how to operate their new sound and synthesis board, a vast, complicated, and sophisticated system that I could access through my MacBook Air as I sat in front of a makeup mirror there in the room. It was remarkable to me that I could bring up windows to operate and, in fact, see everything, including onstage and backstage locations, including hallways, all from the program interface. I set one window to look at the green room itself, just for the fun of seeing a computer window showing what was right in front of me. Also important to productions was the synthesis hardware and software: Between programs and physical keyboards, again all accessible from the MacBook, Tater Patch seemed to have the equivalent of a professional pipe organ that could also produce any other instrument sound. Alex showed up once in a while to ask if the learning process was going all right. I was pretty much happy as a pig in poo, except that my emotional state seemed to be shared with the alternating scenes, which were more anxious, in the other dream whose description follows.
I was in a classroom, possibly in the International Tower building, learning some sort of computer application suite for programmers. I was there with numerous people, mostly younger than I was, although I myself could have been younger, too. Unlike the Tater Patch part of the dream, I did not have my computer with me. There were a notebook and I think a legal pad for taking notes, and there was a book and possibly a booklet with reference materials for the computer language in question. There were computer terminals there, but I had trouble finding out my student number and account. The instructors, male and female, were already walking about and in the middle of explaining the introductory chapter when I got there, although I couldn't be sure. They seemed annoyed when I asked if there was some problem. They had trouble finding me on the class list, but I eventually may have gotten that resolved. (It remained an unanswered question.) Once in a while, I would go through a few minutes in the dream where it seemed like I was lazy or not paying good attention, but I was in fact trying to make a good effort of working on the exercises and attending the lectures. They seemed strangely out of focus or even designed for half-attentive work, to be approached with a wandering mind. EDITED TO ADD: At one point I started programming an exercise for the class, then asked an instructor or made a comment to a classmate about whether I could program it in Perl. It seemed to be favorable to my doing so, and that made me happy, although the code I dreamed writing looked more like "pseudocode."
In the Tater Patch green room, which was on the first floor for some reason (it's on the second in real life, and always has been, as far as I know), I was reporting to start to learn how to operate their new sound and synthesis board, a vast, complicated, and sophisticated system that I could access through my MacBook Air as I sat in front of a makeup mirror there in the room. It was remarkable to me that I could bring up windows to operate and, in fact, see everything, including onstage and backstage locations, including hallways, all from the program interface. I set one window to look at the green room itself, just for the fun of seeing a computer window showing what was right in front of me. Also important to productions was the synthesis hardware and software: Between programs and physical keyboards, again all accessible from the MacBook, Tater Patch seemed to have the equivalent of a professional pipe organ that could also produce any other instrument sound. Alex showed up once in a while to ask if the learning process was going all right. I was pretty much happy as a pig in poo, except that my emotional state seemed to be shared with the alternating scenes, which were more anxious, in the other dream whose description follows.
I was in a classroom, possibly in the International Tower building, learning some sort of computer application suite for programmers. I was there with numerous people, mostly younger than I was, although I myself could have been younger, too. Unlike the Tater Patch part of the dream, I did not have my computer with me. There were a notebook and I think a legal pad for taking notes, and there was a book and possibly a booklet with reference materials for the computer language in question. There were computer terminals there, but I had trouble finding out my student number and account. The instructors, male and female, were already walking about and in the middle of explaining the introductory chapter when I got there, although I couldn't be sure. They seemed annoyed when I asked if there was some problem. They had trouble finding me on the class list, but I eventually may have gotten that resolved. (It remained an unanswered question.) Once in a while, I would go through a few minutes in the dream where it seemed like I was lazy or not paying good attention, but I was in fact trying to make a good effort of working on the exercises and attending the lectures. They seemed strangely out of focus or even designed for half-attentive work, to be approached with a wandering mind. EDITED TO ADD: At one point I started programming an exercise for the class, then asked an instructor or made a comment to a classmate about whether I could program it in Perl. It seemed to be favorable to my doing so, and that made me happy, although the code I dreamed writing looked more like "pseudocode."
