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This dream (dreams) happened after my covid-like episode last night.

LCF and I are out in the country in Indiana near where I grew up.  One of my high school buddies was Paul Roth, whose father was a minister in some denomination (I can't keep them all straight).  As an aside, in my early 20s, I had one memorable dinner with Paul and his parents, during which Reverend Roth quoted verse.  With a particular affinity for "Go forth and multiply," he assailed me for my sinning ways by not yet being married and having children.

Anyway, LCF and I are on a charitable mission, distributing masks to those who might need them.  We come to the farmhouse of Reverend Roth and his wife, who, delighted to see me, welcome us in.  But when we explain our mission, Reverend Roth leaves the room in a huff. Mrs. Roth then explains that they view masks as the work of the devil, whereupon she retreats as well, leaving us to find our own way out.  As we do so, Reverend Roth and his wife are singing hymns, at high volume, to drive out our demonic presence.

Soon after, we arrive at the residence of Paul Roth, the son and my high school buddy.  He is married, and he and his wife graciously welcome us into their home.  They have five kids, all very young, and the youngest, little more than a baby, is all slobbery and sniffly, but adorable all the same, and he's fascinated by me, climbing up in my lap to play with my face.  And did I mention that none of them are wearing masks?  As Paul and his wife explain, they just don't believe in masks.  It's not based on religion, but some other twist of reasoning.  But they are congenial, and great hosts, and their children are adorable and love us, and we are having a good time.  The overriding sense I have is that we just have to make the best of it, living in these nonsensical times.  And then I wake up.

A Trump Dream.

It's bad enough he bugs me during the waking hours but now he's popped up in one of my dreams.

It's a Trump Press conference being held a convention center. The press packs the place on metal folding chairs. Trump decides I should run the press conference while he sits in the audience. I'm given the prepared statement to read. They are a nightmare to give. I stumble over ever word. There are weird names I can't pronounce. I'm getting some sympathy from the press but not a lot. Trump smirks at me in between looks around him.

There's a break as a another group comes into the room. Trump gets up and decides I'm not good enough to do the Press briefing and he'll take over. You know that feeling you get of worthlessness when someone takes your job and gives it to someone else? I felt that. Trump starts to do the presser. He gets angry at one of the reporters and kicks him off the list of people that are allowed in for the briefing. I see him change the guys standing on a big sheet of poster board.

So, how's your morning stating?

My brain. I had a fencing dream earlier that included Father Calhoun, the man who brought you the JOs and the Yeti.

Last night, I was at a martial arts tournament with DM. DM because of the pandemic had all this time to get really swole. And he had a lot more hair, kind of that thick straight up villain look from the 1970s. It's all fragmenting at this point, but I was chasing him down the hill on roller blades and he was demonstrating some awesome skills and I could not keep up with him

***I was going to edit this to make it clearer that the dream included the Yeti and Father Calhoun but I have ruled against the change to keep the humor***

Fr. Calhoun did give us the Junior Olympics, but he had nothing to do with the Yeti. R.I.P Fr. Calhoun

Punctuation is a bitch!

Swole like a pimple ready to pop.

Nice to be dreamt of in such a flattering way...um...I think?

Now that I think about it, there was an Irish lilt to my dreams last night too. At one point, I dreamed I was atop a mountain of Lucky Charms marshmallows. Just the marshmallows - pink hearts, yellow moons, green clovers and such. I don't remember the context. It's all I remember. Not that this has anything to do with Greg but it's all I got this morning...

I've been dreaming every night now. That's unusual for me. Usually I don't remember my dreams in my waking state, which is fine by me because dreams aren't so restful to my way of thinking. I prefer the oblivion...it's like how I imagine death will be like. Nothingness. 

Mostly it's dream fragments. I've been having a lot of Rock Med/JAH Med oriented dreams, mostly festival oriented. That's been such a part of my life over the last 30+ years. Every summer I'd hit up several camp out festivals. Ironically, I imagine it has been my THC sobriety as that tends to suppress my dreams...or at least, I can't remember them as well. Also I'm stressing about FBU. This week will be a turning point - I should find out whether they keep me on and at what capacity. I'm really hoping for the security of a full-time position, but given the pandemic, there are plenty of wild cards in play. 

I've also been having a lot of dreams involving people I haven't thought about in years. Not many DOOM dreams however. I originally started posting on this thread with the intention of limiting myself to just recounting when DOOM appeared in my dreams, but I've let go of that. That's more interesting, but my dreams of late haven't been that surreal, just odd thoughts that reflect my stress and often stuff I've watched on TV that night. I forget the details soon after waking because they just aren't worth reporting.

I'd like to put a hold on my frequent moving into the college dorms scenarios. I'm sick of them. Same goes for the working on movie sets dreams

I had another festival dream. It had many elements - the Jedi camp luv, rain, struggling to take pix too late and ended with an RM team asking me about the good old daze and then ignoring my answer. These make me sad. I wake up and realize how much I’m missing it all.

I also dreamed (separately) that Yuki was the size of a doberman.

Do you ever wake up and think that was way too many dreams? That was last night.

I dreamed there was a big hole in the ground, and in the hole there was a rock with a hole bored through it, and a rope through the hole and around the rock that ended in a loop. It was like a ritual artwork to bind a person or people to the place. I don't know if I was burying it or digging it up.

It was a big dream night. Started off in My Dream Version Rome (I've been in this Dream Rome Before) where I was staying a Glass Hotel and there was a kidnapping. I also had some lovely drone shots around the fog shrouded city. The joke was I would have had great views of the city from my hotel if the city wasn't covered in fog.

But the big bit was when the Yeti's paramour came over to the Lynch Castle in Saratoga with grandmothers. They were back to film some more in the house. Particularly they wanted to film the connecting door between kitchen and dining room. The group was dismantling all the moulding all around the door to get the original opening underneath an improvement project. They were using a wooden meat tenderizer to demolish the wall. I asked them why they were doing it this way when they had the world's greatest carpenter amongst them. I ran off to a shed in the backyard for my hammer.

The Yeti showed up at the front door and I promptly greeted him with a kick to the crotch. The Yeti was followed into the house by all my cats except I noticed there were quite a few cats in with my cats that weren't my cats.

(12-27-2020, 08:04 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]The Yeti showed up at the front door and I promptly greeted him with a kick to the crotch. 

We all dream of this.