... zombie clown with no nose, two mouths and a half-skeletal zombie dog pacing around him, putting on putty to fill in the gaps in his face and then putting on his clown white-face makeup, and occasionally spitting up orange Kool-aid blood while someone from beyond the doorway is calling -"Are you ready yet?"
I'm in a large group of people, listening to a speaker in the center. It feels like a graduation ceremony. Then, everyone starts fighting each other. It's a graduation ceremony for a fight school. The new graduates are fighting with all the past graduates. I'm a past graduate. I get into a ground fighting match with a recent grad. We're locked in a hold, and he's using his only free arm to attempt to break my only free arm.
I wake up, tensed to the absolute max. I'm still sore.
Man, brains are weird creatures.
wouldn't know. don't have one.
That would be a great scene from a movie. The seniors all walking across the stage at the fight school getting their diplomas. The alumni slowly filling the hall, waiting to give the students their real final exam.
I need to work on having more cool dreams.
Ken is there and he gives me a present. It's a stuffed toy animal, sort of a long, deflated wingless hummingbird. It makes a peculiar buzzing/clicking sound when activated. I puzzle over it.
I think it's my subconscious telling me to send the wedding present. Since Greg wouldn't carry it, I've been putting that off. :oops:
A million years ago, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, we had a Doom Party where one of the guests had written the above on her shoes.
I'm in school again in the Bizarro Santa Barbara. I haven't gone back in time to school. I'm in school now.
I go to the gun range with my H&K. It now fires bullets instead of those plastic pellets. Cole is there with his girl friend, Amy Fortune. It's akward, but they leave quickly. I wait and wait for somebody to help me at the counter. And I wait. And I wait. A girl comes in to the range. It's Mary of the shoes. She recognizes me instantly. She's still giving me that look she gave on that party night so long ago. We wait together. We chit chat. She's still amorous.
Before things get too heavy and upset The Queen, Cuchulain decides it's time go for a walk.
Who knew I'd have a dream with KB in it? Not me. Basically, I'm wandering with the tourist through my local castle/ruin when I run into KB. He had spiky black hair and was really animated. I mean really animated. I had a pizza. He took it. I asked why he didn't call that he was in town. He left me. I bumped into him again. He offered me a slice of the pizza which now had parmesan cheese.
Isn't the mind a funny place?
Quote:... zombie clown with no nose, two mouths and a half-skeletal zombie dog pacing around him, putting on putty to fill in the gaps in his face and then putting on his clown white-face makeup, and occasionally spitting up orange Kool-aid blood while someone from beyond the doorway is calling -"Are you ready yet?"
You live with Greg, right? Are you sure you were sleeping?
No, it wasn't fencing in the window of some soma gay warehouse party. That was no dream sadly, it was a lifelong emotional scar.
We're doing some demo using some sort of kukri-like blades, only they are really skinny and long as a fencing saber. In fact, we're just doing parry-six, cut-head saber drill repetitions, but we're going as fast as humanly possible and we're using live blades. PPFY seldom works live and DM often does, so DM is pretty relaxed, but PPFY is tense. We aren't center stage, so no one is really watching us. DM accidently cuts PPFY's epaulet in two which understandably upsets PPFY, to which DM replies some comment about how epaulet's were originally designed to ward off sword blows. It's a pithy reply and DM wakes up feeling regretful that he was so rude to his old buddy.
Dude. Cut my goddam epaulette. Not cool, man.
Yet another weird travel dream, sparked, no doubt, by the China cancellation. I'm at a road sign stand buying a really large cel phone from Mark Hoppus of +44 and Blink 182. I knew it was him because I could read his name tag.
DM is tabling at a fencing event. In reality (whatever that may be) DM doesn't table at events often nowadays, maybe twice a year and only peripherally, so he must always re-familiarize himself with the table rules. PPFY is laying out a wide assortment of patches next to a piece of paper marked 'free'. 'Are all these free?' asks DM incredulously. 'Nah, just these' replise PPFY as he points out a couple of garish shoulder patches for the tournaments in the 70's, complete with the year written in fuzzy material with shiny mylar strips. The PPFY leaves for a potty break. tg walks up to that table and says 'hi'. DM is with a customer, but he quickly points out HK, who is standing in a corner, swarmed by young fencers asking for autographs. DM isn't sure if tg and HK have met for real, but in the dream, they have yet to meet. tg saunters over cheerfully and HK acknowledges him between signings. 'Hi, I'm that guy' says tg. HK smiles and says with a psychotic grin 'Hi, I'm Happy Killer.' DM looks over. 'Happy' Killer?
DM awakes to the sound of a toilet flushing.
Victory Fencing made an appearance. I'm in the back section of Victory Fencing on the fencing strips, which don't exist. I have my lame' on and can't get the cord to attach.
You know, I just have violent, Grade-B action dreams and you guys (and one gal) are never in them.
My dreams are always at twilight or at night (only fever-dreams feature daylight, and usually bright daylight at that). No DOOMies, though. Just as well as there is a lot of stabbing and shooting in there and you might get hurt.
PPFY & PD-DM have just finished fencing outside a Boy George concert. It was paid gig and we were happy to have it. We have all access passes to the show and it's at a county fair type setting. Boy George goes out to work the crowd and he's a hideous hasbeen, reminiscent of the used-hard-put-away-wet tranny that used to sip coffee at the corner store next to X-AFS. Boy goes to serenade some local yokel in a t-shirt and trucker hat. The dude freaks, punches Boy in the face, and runs away. PPFY & PD-DM are laughing way too hard for the scene and are picked up by security as accomplices.
There's got to be some connection to the Victory Grand opening but hell if I know what it is.
PD-DM wakes up humming "Do you really want to hurt me?"...