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(04-26-2022, 07:14 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]Blue Oyster Cult is the opener. I'm excited because I've seen BOC before. 

Didn't we see Soft White Underbelly together at the Keystone in Palo back in our youths?

Exactly. Because you were cool enough to be in the know. And I was the designated driver.

Some things never change.

I remember they had their symbol as a backdrop and played their BOC hits but never once said they were BOC and you were very amused by that. Hope they play the Boardwalk show again soon. I have a lot of attachment to that band.

A Doom dream with DM about the Dead. Nothing more Doom than a DM Dead Dream™

DM and I are in some apartment room or house where the Dead did some recordings. I inform DM we need to save the door to the room because it obviously supplied superior acoustics to the music making. DM informed me that the Dead recorded in many places.

This could go in multiple spots. Brain Circus Insomnia. My Family. The soon to be started I hate DM thread. Because this is all DM's fault.

I'm in Den #3 at Lynch Castle, the one off the garage. My mom is sitting on the couch explaining to me how we should start going through all her things and marking who gets what. I tell her she should do this herself because I don't really care. She is adamant we do this together. At some point I look away and when I look back some boyfriend of one of my nieces is cuddled up next to my mother explaining that he will be happy to help Mrs. Lynch sort through everything. Another fool trapped by my mother.

I snap awake at 3:30 and can't back to bed. My brain boils at the thought of going through every piece of junk my mother owns with my mother and making who gets what. I blame DM

You're going to want those plates for a shooting gallery. Use it to exorcise your mom from your brain.

Dreamt about people who couldn't sleep.

(05-13-2022, 07:03 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]I blame DM

It’s a fair cop but society is to blame.

(05-14-2022, 05:09 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]Dreamt about people who couldn't sleep.

Good one. Almost paradoxical. I must say that I’ve slept okay over the last two nights - first time in like a month since my mom’s fall. There are still plenty of outstanding concerns there but at least she’s in a stable place for now.

I dreamt I was in a kitchen with a bunch of people, including Dave Watson...a portly postal worker that was moonlighting in accounting for our little computer shop (circa 1990). He was trying to cook and egg and accidentally dropped it on the cooktop. When it cracked he said "Ooof"...


Is it bad if you dream puns?

--tg

(05-14-2022, 10:06 AM)thatguy Wrote: [ -> ]Is it bad if you dream puns?

yes

I'm traveling on some sort of motorized vehicle, maybe a skateboard or scooter, way out in East San Jose. There's a moment when I think I'm at Victory watching Tara make a foil - somewhat of an incongruent multiverse blip in this dream but it qualifies it as a D00M dream because of Victory's proprietor. Then I'm back at some unusual shop with an old geezer at the counter of some sort of backwater bodega. He has many swords and knives in his display counter. I'm admiring them and he catches my eye and opens the case to let me handle one - it's a homemade sgian-dubh with a loose blade made of sharpened abalone shell and a rather thick handle, too wide for my hand. I comment that he has big hands and he smiles acknowledgingly. I notice another table that has some swords in components - one is sort of katana like but with a more lightsaber like hilt. Another has a scabbard shaped like a mermaid. I head out and see that there are miles of dirt road to get back to wherever I'm going from East San Jo. There's a woman next to me but I don't know her. I ask her to accompany me because I'm not sure where I am going and if my motorized skateboard/scooter will make it. 

I wake up very confused.

I dreamed that I lived in a long narrow house that was half underground. It was a bit like our old house on 19th street. First there was a party going on and DM's SO Stacy asked me to help her turn the gaming console on, and I told her that the button was hard to push, but it worked better if you pushed it with the rubber hand on a toy figurine. (There were a couple lying there.)

Then things shifted and apparently Christina had died (although it shifted between that and my mother had died) and I was living alone. I was thinking about cleaning out the house. I went to the end of the house past the kitchen, and there was a small room I'd never been in. There were steps up to a door at ground level, and a door painted shut. I stepped up and pushed on it, and it fell outward into the yard. I realize it wasn't nailed in, and hadn't been all the years we'd lived there. And it wasn't even a real exterior door; it was a piece of a gate cut to fit, and there was termite damage all over it.

Then I woke up.

I was at some big political rally at what appeared to be some High School. I was told to tell Tucker Carlson who was at the rally, he was the new President of the USA. It wouldn't be too bad because there was only about ten days left in the term so he wouldn't be President for long. I did want to be the first one to call him Mr. President but try as I might I could not find him at the rally and I spent a lot of time looking.

I dreamed that I woke up in the middle of the night, got up and walked into the bathroom because I had to pee. Then I really woke up and was very confused for a second and didn't know where I was. And then I got up and walked into the bathroom, so that dream came true.

Prophecy!