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I had a drug dream! Of course DM was in it. DM was giving blotter acid to the Queen.

I also dreamed I woke up to have my cat Fergus lying on the bed next to me. Then Fergus jumped off the bed and proceeded to tunnel down into a pile of laundry lying next to the bed. That's when I realized I was dreaming because I don't have a pile of laundry next to the bed. Fergus has been doing poorly so I interpreted this a sign Fergus had died during the night and his ghost came to visit me one last time. I checked and Fergus is still with us this morning.

A Tom Morrello dream! I was photographing the concert and there was a shoving match on stage. Then Zach changed the next song so Tom had to change his guitar. He went out back of what turned out to be a warehouse and his two guitar cases were just lying on the ground against the white corrugated metal. The acoustic guitar case was already open. When he went to pull the guitar out, he backed away quickly. Suddenly a giant tarantula appeared and climbed out of the case. I went over and took a picture, of course.

Earlier, in a different dream in honor of the Yeti, I dreamt I was trapped at Heathrow for hours and hours with no way to escape.

Once again, I'm on a film set. I'm walking on a very slippery floor with Bill Murray coming towards me. I try to avoid him but we collide anyway. We fall slowly to the floor as I try to protect national treasure Bill Murray from getting hurt. He lands on top of me. He can't seem to figure out a way to get off me. I pull out my phone and try and take a selfie of the predicament. It's Bill Murray. Who wouldn't. I can't seem to get the angle right or hit the button on the phone to take the picture.

Pcyhoanal: Bill Murray? Tom Morello? DM? Greg dreams about a lot of cool male celebrities.

As Meatloaf said, "Two out of three ain't bad"

While DM was perusing Tik-Tok, I was dreaming about DM, as you do. We both worked for the Disney corporation. My boss took me to the swag room to look at stuff. He wanted to know if I wanted some t-shirts from the movies. I said sure. I grabbed one for me and two for DM. Although, I tried to the name of the movie on the shirts, nothing was legible. When I got back to the open plan office space where DM had his desk, I tossed him his two shirts.

It just so happened Alannis Morisette worked in the same area. She was furious when she saw DM get his shirts and she didn't get any. She stormed out the door and onto the patio. She really wanted a promo shirt.

Didn’t sleep well at Mono springs. The nights started out too hot and ended too cold. I tossed and turned a lot. Had a lot of odd dreams but didn’t remember er them. Stacy said that last night, early on, I yelled ‘DIE!’ I don’t remember. What that dream was but I think it involved an octopus…

Maybe it was DYE! And you were harvesting squid ink to make t-shirts.

Perhaps.

Last night I dreamt I was teaching dao (as in the Chinese saber) to some Indian students. 

Yea, I gotta finish that Rajamouli article.

I woke up Saturday from what felt like a ten hour dream where i was trying to get to the airport with my mother and sister. We were flying to Ireland. There were a lot of details. What was weird was that was the first time in months, maybe a year, I've slept all the way through the night. I'm usually up two or three times as the president of the Tiny Bladder Club™. I felt cheated when I looked at the clock and realized it was time to get go for my walk.

(10-15-2022, 05:19 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]Maybe it was DYE! And you were harvesting squid ink to make t-shirts.

For the record, Stacy claims that I yelled it as if I was trying to kill something that would not die. I've apologized for my vociferous subconscious because I'm sure that would've kept me up afterwards had she yelled it.

The Yeti was over I think at Lynch Castle in Saratoga. He wanted a drink and proceeded to pour himself a jot of Tullamore Dew. I was aghast he would drink Whiskey of that stripe. I then went to the pantry which was now Lynch Lair to at least get hims some Connemara Whiskey only to find that there was no Whiskey left in my pantry. The horror!

(12-19-2022, 06:47 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]The Yeti was over I think at Lynch Castle in Saratoga. He wanted a drink and proceeded to pour himself a jot of Tullamore Dew. I was aghast he would drink Whiskey of that stripe. I then went to the pantry which was now Lynch Lair to at least get hims some Connemara Whiskey only to find that there was no Whiskey left in my pantry. The horror!

Nightmare!

I had a classic Jungian dream?

I was making "The Descent into the Underworld" - I had to go there and get something, but I don't know what. I went into a big mall underground, which was the entrance to the caverns beyond. It was filled with people who were robotic (or in a trance?) and when they noticed me, they came after me. And then I woke up.

I didn't find out what I was looking for and I didn't get it either. Thanks subconscious - that didn't tell me much.