Just before going to sleep I had watched a brief presentation on CollegeOutside.com with the Tufts Mountain Club. Inspired by the possibilities of this site it promptly took over my dream life following bed-time. I dreamt that I was working for CollegeOutside and in an attempt to gain more traction with other colleges Sarah and I took off on a cross-country college tour via bicycle. After each college we had a handful of people bike the next 20-100 miles with us in support of what CollegeOutside is all about, making the outdoors more accessible to college students than ever before. The dream then shifted to Hawaii. The brilliant aspect of having an online magazine is that you can work remotely from anywhere in the world. So after our bike tour we took a plane from Alaska to Hawaii. I was working from the beach and Sarah was in a hammock on the porch, both of us shoeless and happy but working our asses of. For some reason we didn’t mind working our asses off, must be something to do with beautiful Hawaii weather and island life that took the stress away.
We were having a startup-style week with my team at work which involved using Pinterest to promote our brand (dream, not real life). Pinterest has become incredibly popular very fast and we needed to hop on the bandwagon to catch up with everyone else. Much like a startup we decided that we had to put our heads down for four days and crank it out, creating a marketing/branding strategy for our company using Pinterest while consuming nothing but pizza and Redbull. In this particular scenario it ended up being pulled pork sandwiches and coffee instead of pizza and Redbull as has been common on many teams I’ve worked with before my current job.. This is definitely not a typical scenario for the company I work at, we’re not terribly social media savvy and we certainly don’t run on pizza and caffeine. I’ve worked on teams in graduate school and with founders of startups where we did this constantly and we accomplished a lot because of the drive and motivation to meat a deadline. I’ve been told before that I seem to work better as if there’s a gun to my head (read: quickly approaching deadline, or imminent hanging around the corner), maybe there’s some truth to that.
I got 9.25 hours of sleep last night and it was glorious. I was exhausted from my trip to NYC and simply couldn’t stay awake any longer so I went to bed at 9:30 and woke up at 6:45. My dream involved two different X-Men who took turns taking over my brain. One was much like Wolverine and the other was much like Storm. They took over my brain but in a good way, I was able to have my own thoughts but use their powers. They explained to me that this was how being an X-Men worked, you had something take over your brain and the reason they went to the special school was to learn how to control and manipulate it. For me, eventually once I learned how to control their powers in my brain the Wolverine-esque character dominated and the Storm-esque character receded. It was a very awesome dream, I didn’t do anything particularly spectacular but it was really fun while it lasted.
Similar to Friday night, Saturday night in New York City resulted in maximal exposure to the nightlife that is the Big Apple. We stayed out and about in the Village and Lower East Side (or “LES” if you’re hip) and made it back to my buddy’s place to fall asleep around 4:00am. I managed to get another 6 hours of sleep before waking up to sounds of car horns in the street as well as sounds of my stomach grumbling. I slept for an hour on the bus and went to bed an hour early that night in order to make up for lost time. I easily could have called it quits earlier than 4:00am but in the city that never sleeps it’s not easy to slow down and call it a night when there’s so many things to do and so many $1 slices of pizza to eat.
My dream last night was more involved than my first night in NYC. I dreamed that I died out in the ocean. I was on my friend’s sailboat with a bunch of people and we ran straight into a storm (probably because I just finished reading the book Trawler, I highly recommend it by the way). Everyone on the boat had sailing experience except me so they weren’t terribly worried. The aggressive pitching and yawing was making me sick and making it almost impossible to stand up let alone sleep. In the middle of the night on the boat I awoke to some kind of emergency happening outside the cabin. I ran up to see what was the matter, not bothering to put on my life jacket, mostly because no one else had theirs on and in the midst of chaos I didn’t bother to ask anyone where they were. It was raining and the seas were rough. As I came out to help half groggy and fully unstable I slipped and started sliding toward the edge of the boat. I tried to grab onto something but I slid right into the ocean, all in a matter of seconds. I sucked down some water as I tried to stay afloat but I quickly realized that I was done for.
In real life I am an astoundingly poor swimmer. I almost didn’t make it through a sprint triathlon 1/4 mile swim last summer. I sink like a rock even with a full breath of air. In swimming lessons as a kid they wouldn’t pass me to the next level because I couldn’t learn to float on my back. Thus, I have spent zero time around water throughout my life, never properly learning how to swim. I trained a little bit for that sprint triathlon last summer but without a wet suit to increase my buoyancy I’m not sure that I would have made it at all to be 100% honest. So in my dream, the combination of the heavy seas without a life jacket meant drowning within 30 seconds. I didn’t actually see myself drowning and dying in my dream but it was very clear that I was seconds from drowning, a very scary and very real scenario.