As I’m still awake and don’t really feel like sleep nor playing terrible Mario in the Super Mario Bros. Wii game. I feel compelled to write. Write my ass off.

Let’s see, a year ago, my limit was 1 or 2 beers. It was low. It was laughable. Z’s parents actually did laugh at me at one point. How embarrassing. I’ve been improving myself…I can have a number of Coronas or Stellas or Canadians….but I find, especially after today, that my problem is not with the alcohol, but with the beer itself. Specifically the taste.

I used to get a Smirnoff Ice frequently but I find that has far greater negative alcohol affects than regular beer.

So let’s see. I had 2 glasses of Wine before going to the Bier Market. While at the Bier Market, I had a Stella, a Grasshopper, another Stella, and 2 Strawberry drinks. Girly, yes. But sweet and oh so good. So that’s 7 drinks. It’s strange though, a year ago, I would have felt the affect of drinking on my mind far more quickly than the effects I would feel on my body. In a year though, much has changed.

I noticed tonight that I always felt my mind completely in control, coherent, not affected at all. Sure, alcohol allows my personality to be a bit looser, but mentally, I’m still there. This blog post is proof of that. (but as I write this, I’m probably just writing: “duhhh….iam da king of universessses….”). Well, that’s what I imagine what I’m writing comes out as. But as the night went on, and after I’d had 7 drinks, I found that my mind was still completely sober. I did have terrible balance after 5 though….almost falling in the toilet stall as I lifted my foot to hit the flush…but able to keep my balance against the walls. My mind was fine, my body wasn’t. Which is disappointing, I’d rather be the opposite: my mind is drunk and….memory failing rather than body physically failing. Anyways, even that wasn’t terrible…I was able to talk to people I don’t generally talk to, be more open with people I’m usually shy around…it was great. And best of all, it was still me…but with an excuse not to be me, if that makes sense.

Also, while I didn’t refund any of my drinks (read: puke), I probably would have if my 6th and 7th drinks were beers. After a while, I just hate the taste of beer. But I could do with those strawberry drinks quite well, they went down easy. So…I’m proud I didn’t puke at all.

At around 1:30, my really good friend, who had drank a lot, and also hit on a couple girls only to be rejected (*sniff, we tried*) was smashed and forced to leave by the bouncer. Ironically, between drunk-o there and Z, who also had a lot to drink (but less than me), I was the most sober and clearly the “adult”. Which could possibly make sense as I also weigh the most and therefore, it’s more difficult for the alcohol to affect me. Anyways, I didn’t Ralph, like some people. We went to eat Pho’s at like, 2-2:30 am….I went back with drunk-o and made sure he got to his place okay, before heading home. All in all, the night cost more than $120. With paying for Z’s drinks, and the…4 cab rides throughout the night, it was pretty pricey. But I had a blast and it was all worth it.

So….I accomplished a more than usual alcohol tolerance/ingestion…with minimal side affects. Everyone noticed how much I drank, and how well I was able to handle it. It was quite….pleasing, knowing I had accomplished an impossible feat for one such as myself, in just a short time.

I had a truly memorable night, I can’t wait to see some photos that were taken of us.

All in all, it’s 4am right now, I’m tired, I fell asleep twice proof-reading this post….I think I’m at my mental limit, not because of the rates/excel sheets, moreso reading the conference registrations.

HOLY SH!T. That last sentence didn’t make sense at all. I wrote that all…on an empty dream filled head. I was seriously half asleep as I wrote that. You can tell as it’s not relevant to anything (except work). Ah…I should sleep before I cause brain damage…I could use a weekend of sleeping until infinity. I think I’ll start now….

Let me just re-iterate various tweets I had today, which were in direct relation to the dream I had last night.

1. I’m pretty sure the characters in my dreams are much smarter than I am. I don’t know what they’re thinking and they always seem to outwit me
2. Last night, I had a dream that Amazon went to recruit me for a job. They offered be $120,000 and 7 weeks vacation. I tried to counter with 8
3. I then discovered that Dream Warren is greedy, much like his IRL counterpart.

I’m not one to often talk about my dreams…as they’re generally only interesting to the person that’s had them. I’ll make an exception for this post…as it’s not the dream that’s important, but the psychological importance of the dream mind and dream world.

It’s a pretty linear dream…I basically start off with some Amazon guys who have flown in from the US to recruit me as a developer. They offer me $120,000 to work there, and 7 weeks vacation. But I figure that it’s not enough…I try to counter-offer for 8. This explains tweet 2 and 3. Anyways, fast forward, and I’m working there but I don’t know what they want me to do.

This lady is explaining my job, and she’s using all these technical terms and acronyms that I don’t know.
“We develop in CVH here and render graphics with SVG1 codecs, cross-platform syncing, and texture manipulation throughout the vertices and axises on all objects in the geographical centralization”. That’s what it was like.
Now, I can’t understand a word she’s saying despite (and ironically enough) coming from my head.

I manage to pick out key words: Texture manipulation. All objects. Geographical centralization.

From that (or because of it?), I was able to determine that my job was to develop a way for textures to be automatically added to a 3D object using the points of the object. Say, you want a car to have a sandstone texture (I don’t know why, but this was actual imagery from my dream)…how do you develop that?

Anyways, that’s not the point. The point was that she was able to say all this really complicated stuff and I was only able to grasp parts of it.
I found key words she used to deduce my job, despite the fact that she said many things that I didn’t understand.
Was it all nonsensicalness garbage? Bogus words and keywords? Was it an unconscious mind with actual, practical knowledge that simply surpassed my own conscious mind?

Side Story: YEARS ago, between 5 and 10 year, I had a dream regarding a card with a robot on it, from my childhood. Now, this card was in my dream, but it had a word in it that I didn’t know.
“Incubus” it said.
I woke up and remembered the word, not knowing what it was or meant. As soon as I woke up, I went to Google to check. What is “Incubus”.
Incubus:
– An evil spirit supposed to descend upon and have sexual intercourse with women as they sleep.
– A nightmare.
– An oppressive or nightmarish burden.
Let’s ignore the perverted evil spirit sex stuff, as when I read the definition a few years ago, that didn’t exist. What I googled was that “Incubus” meant “A nightmare”. How…ironic or coincidentally that I would dream about a word, that represented a dream. I swear to God that I didn’t know what Incubus meant or where I’d heard it. I only remember seeing it on a card, and waking up and Googling the word to find out what it meant.

Anyways, the side story, as well as my stuff before that, was to signify just how…odd it is that my conscious mind wouldn’t be aware of things that my unconscious mind would seem to know.

In the past, rather recently in fact, I’ve had a conversation in my dream where this occured:
Me: I would say you’re in your late 20s.
Girl A: I’m actually only 23.
Me: Well, I was close. You look mature for your age! (that’s me trying to cover up the faux pas)

Now. This girl exists inside by head, but outside my knowledge. Is it possible to have completely separate thoughts when you’re unconscious? Can these characters and their thoughts exist outside of the control of the one that created them? Or am I God of the dream world, everything controlled by my unconscious, including the mind of my dream self which is enough to fool my dream self into remembering only what my awake self can remember?

Yes, it’s confusing. And as I write this, at 3:30am, with 7 beers/drinks behind me, I totally didn’t understand what I wrote above (pre-drinking)

I’m just wondering….can a dream be smarter than me?
Can it have more knowledge in the unconscious mind than my conscious mind?
Am I smarter than I’m aware of?

I tried to Google this question but came up with disappointing results. Apparently maybe this just happens to me.

I just find it odd that while I sleep, I control my mind, but also the rest of the world, relative to that dream self. Am I God of that world? Is my unconscious the real God while my conscious is just a mere mind among many (in the dream/unconscious world)?

Maybe I’ll explore this tomorrow…and right now, I’m clearly not in my top blog game. Which leads me to my next, and final post of tonight.

I kept going back to my last post all weekend because it had my “list of things to do”…but as the food I eat kept staring me in the face, I decided to do some analysis on it.

Now, I couldn’t get accurate nutritional information for some of the things I eat, such as the Chicken Salad or the Salmon stuff….but I decided to analyze what I could, compare everything….and measure everything relatively (per 100g). It’s kinda inaccurate because you wouldn’t eat, say, 25 Triscuits or 3 All-Bran Bars…or would you? I believe I’ve been known to do the latter -_-;

I’m really surprised at how the Large Turkey Sub does. On initial reaction, you think “575 calories?!” but when you break it down and compare it to these other things I eat, it’s actually really small in comparison.

Also, just on a whim, I added in some of the unhealthy stuff I used to eat

Subway Nutritional Information
Mcdonalds Nutritional Information