Weird Dream

Had a weird dream right before waking up this morning, and the details are sticking with me so I may as well throw it up here for y’all if you’re bored enough to read such things. Not gonna bother with emojis or italics or any of that crap… posted “as is.” (Although I should really be putting these things in that old “dream blog” that I started forever ago, and have kinda sorta kept up with over the years…)

The dream started at the end of a long road trip that I had apparently taken with my friend Jim Gilkerson and a few others. I believe we were going to a big stadium to see a baseball game… which makes sense, because I fell asleep to discussions on the news about how MLB is planning on starting their season somehow I’m three different “hub” cities. But anyway…

We were all right outside the stadium, and I realized only at that point that I had forgotten my ticket at home, hundreds of miles away.  For some reason though, the guy scanned Jim’s ticket and it allowed us all to get inside, as if his was some sort of master ticket for main entry. However, when we were getting ready to claim our seats, there were groups of armed security guards that were checking for tickets.

It turns out that Jim was the only one who remembered his ticket, so the guards forcefully removed me and the others in our group from the line. We were told that we needed to go down to “processing” and the guards pushed us towards a flight of stairs that led to a darkened, creepy basement with cinder block walls painted beige.

Once I got down to the bottom level I realized that everyone being sent down there was being “derezzed” (aka deresolution, from the Tron movies) … and for whatever reason, everyone milling around down there, waiting to be killed, were all strange digital characters as if they were all from some discount, dollar store video games.

They chose to try to kill me by throwing digital spiders all over me, but I was able to flip many of them off of me, although a couple of them were able to spin super strong webbing that they’d circle around my arms and wrists – tightening the loops until it started cutting off my circulation. But luckily, even though they were digital/mechanical, they were no harder to kill than regular spiders… so I ended up squishing the remaining few that were wrapping me in webbing and ended up running outside through a hidden door.

It started making less sense at this point… outside the arena there were huge, ridiculously high bridges that allowed pedestrian traffic to go over the nearby highway. But before I could leave on one of those bridges, a group of women stopped me to ask if I could help them find their dog. They said that they had left him in the trunk during the concert… (it was a concert now instead of a baseball game *shrug*) and they couldn’t hear him scratching anymore, so they assumed he was no longer in there. I, of course, assumed the dog had met a different fate than they were thinking, but then I woke up.

Fun stuff.

Blowing Smoke?

My friend Jim had already decided that he didn’t want to keep his Squirtman.com domain name anymore, so I decided to look and see if it would be worth much if I decided to sell it rather than just let it expire. (I bought it originally many years ago and have been keeping it active since then, along with my own domain.) Well, according to the estimation page on their site – which could very well be blowing smoke up my ass – they valued the URL at a little over $1200.

But it just so happens that Jim could really use the extra money right now, so I went ahead and listed it for sale at $999. I really have no idea what I’m doing, but it looks like GoDaddy makes it simple – where once the purchase is completed, it’ll just automagically transfer over to the purchaser from my account. I think they take a percentage cut, which will knock some off the top, but once I take a little bit to cover any taxes I might have to pay at the end of the year, along with a little bit for the fees I’ve paid since buying the domain, I’m hoping that it’ll sell and I can end up giving Jim at least $600 or so.

It’ll be sad to see it go… definitely an end of an era, with Squirtman.com no longer being redirected to something related to Jim, but if it ends up helping him out financially after all of these years of having it, that would be awesome. It’s been forever since I mucked together an actual website for him and his URL, and it’s only been forwarding to his Facebook profile for the past couple of years – and he’s actually got his FB deactivated temporarily at the moment. So yeah, wish us luck.

Oh, they said Rubbertoe.com is worth a bit less than $1100. Interesting.

(I really should have thought of a bunch of clever domains way back when and bought them all up… never considered that even mediocre sounding URLs could be a decent investment. We’ll have to wait and see if it actually sells though.)