First Part

I dreamt that Kat (katje0711) came to visit. So we, Abbie (miss_sophia) and I took her around the sights in our area. I must not have lived in the DC area because the sights we were exploring were very surrealistic and not at all familiar to me. I can’t remember many of the places we were visiting, but I remember part of a conversation. Kat told us that her flight home or wherever she was going was cancelled and she had no place to sleep. So I invited he to stay at my house. But Abbie was reluctant because she said we didn’t have any room available. I mentioned that Ethan’s room (my son’s) was available. But Abbie told me that the room was filled with toys that we bought to give out later for Christmas. (Now, this part of the dream is really strange because Abbie moved out of our house before Ethan did. LOL) Then suddenly Abbie remembered of another room that we had available and I commented, “Of course, I forgot about that room. Our place is so much larger now that we moved.” (And that’s strange because I haven’t moved since 1983.)

As we were progressing in our tour, we were in a museum-like place. Kat and Abbie were engrossed in some exhibit. I was pondering on how we could get out of the room we were in without having to go through the way we came in. Apparently, there was only one way out of that room. It seemed to be a dead-end-like room. But, for some reason, I wanted use a short cut to get out. Lo and behold, I found a window-like diorama. You had to crawl into it and then I had to remove a square lid that was used as a clock on the other side of the room. I knew for sure that the room outside that diorama was the first room we used to enter the exhibits that led us to this room. So all of us crawled into this diorama and I removed the square lid and, to my surprise, my boss, who looked like Taraji P. Henson (aside from being Black, my boss does not look like Taraji) was at the reception desk. I didn’t want anybody to see us using the diorama because, in fact, we were destroying the property. So I quickly tried to get the lid back on, but it wouldn’t go back properly. So we all ran away from the “scene of the crime.” Kat was getting worried about what we had done. I told her not to worry that I would come up with an answer. And in my dream, I did come up with a good reason for removing the lid. But by the time I woke up, I forgot what it was.

I did say that this was a dream in two parts. Well, what happened was that when I woke up from the first part, I looked at the clock, and it was 3 am. So I went back to sleep.

Part 2

I call this dream part 2, because somehow in the dream, I actually remembered parts of the first dream. This time I was with my friend from Facebook. Her name is Susan Steljes. Susan and I go back to the days when Patrick (the pit bull who was discarded in a garbage bag and thrown down 19 flights in a garbage chute, he was still hanging onto life when a maintenance man found him) was still fighting for his life at the GSVS Veterinary Hospital. Susan and I were part of the Patrick’s Law Movement, which later became Patrick’s Movement. Anyway, Susan was removing her money from her bank, which happened to be one of mine and was putting her money in another bank that I also happened to have money in. Apparently, I was rich in this dream. I was questioning why she was changing banks. She gave me a valid reason, which I don’t remember. But suddenly, we weren’t at the bank anymore. We were at a café and we started drinking some lattes (I don’t drink lattes in real life), and I was telling her about my trip to the museum and my adventure removing the lid off the wall. And I woke up to go to work.

First of all, I hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day. Next, let me just get right to the point of my post:

There will never be another show like LOST. Though I was not thrilled with the ending, I still loved that show and when it ended, so did my weekly expectations for watching shows. I faithfully watch the new JJ Abrams's productions of Person of Interest and Alcatraz, but none of these shows make me want to stay home and watch the weekly episodes. If, for some reason, I can't stay home, it doesn't bother me. I just set my DVR and watch the episode another day. I kept trying to come up with why LOST grabbed me to such an extent that I couldn't bear missing the episode as it was televised. Now, I did watch it in delayed time to skip the commercials, but I never agreed to go anywhere while LOST was televised. I even watched some episodes over and over trying to find that Easter egg or just watch it for the heck of it. It is not so with Person of Interest and Alcatraz. It is not that Michael Emerson and Jorge Garcia are not good as their prospective characters. It's just that something is missing. I find that there's no chemistry between Jim Caviezel and Michael Emerson, but maybe the roles are supposed to be that way. After all, they are hardly ever together. I like Jorge's interaction with Sarah Jones—though, again, the chemistry that the LOST cast had with each other is not there.

As I kept thinking more and more about this feeling I've been having, I found that the difference between LOST and these other two new shows is that LOST was about a story concerning human beings and their feelings, failure, and successes. These two new shows are about violence. There's no emphasis on the human factor. I wonder others who watched LOST and are now watching these other two shows feel.