Swap the H for an F and the S for a C and you got that right.
Yeti and I are at some sort of martial event in a hotel. Legbone is running a workshop on light saber. Dozens of people show up and he makes a ton of money. Yeti and I watch in disbelief. 'He doesn't know anything about swords,' says Yeti. 'The farce is with him,' I reply. We are both really irked.
Note: this was last night after I went down to the beach to see a light saber team meeting shown in the Good Times. I was late and there were no light saberists to be found so either I missed it or went to the wrong beach or it didn't happen. I was miffed after.
Maybe those weren't the light sabrists you were looking for . . . . .
It has come to my attention that there are two Doom Dreams threads. One is under Issues, created by The Queen; the other is under The Big Questions, created by Drunk Monk.
This might very well have escaped everyone's notice were it not for my remarkable perspicacious acuity.
Then again, it's just possible that one of these threads is dreaming the other.
But which is which?
You must be dreaming.
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I'm camping out with someone. We're in sleeping bags. This is in a remote wildlife preserve, because I'm aware there are wild animals about. Suddenly there's footfalls and then snuffling around the end of my sleeping bag. It's a tiger. The person I'm with works at the preserve, and the tigers know her, so she's safe. But I'm a stranger, and I know it's only a matter of seconds before it will attack.
I'm overcome with a deep sense of regret that I made the decision to camp out. I wish I could change my decision, but it's too late. Knowing my death is imminent, I'm overcome with total despair.
I've had bear dreams before where there's a bear is in the vicinity and I'm on edge, but never anything where the situation is so hopelessly dire and I'm so despairing.
Been reading way too much Cormac McCarthy of late...
I luv how DOOM obsesses over stuff. CF with Cormac. Greg with Budapest. Yeti with knickers. Me with...well, dang.. Angelina Jolie must have been my last one with the Tomb Raider binge. I'm sure that's why Brad is divorcing her now.
I did have a 'lost my iPhone' panic attack dream recently. I dreamt I left it somewhere and then was stuck because I didn't know where I was and couldn't use my map app. it was like those old exam panic attack dreams I used to have back in my school daze. When I woke up, I was shaken, but very amused.
My recurring dreams involve getting from point "A" to point "B'. It could be a building, an amusement park, a campsite, a city, a state! I try to make a journey, long or short, and hallways lead nowhere, trails end, staircases change, roads close, trains don't stop in my area. Very frustrating. I hate waking up mad.
I think the "knicker dreams" are DM's. I actually live the Knicker Life. It chose me.
I'm in the back seat of a car. Up ahead, El Dingo is trotting back towards me. He's the driver, but had spotted something up ahead alongside the road, so he jumped out, ran ahead and picked it up. It's a clear canopy of some sort, maybe half the size of a car hood. He's holding it up triumphantly, pleased as shit, as he reaches for the driver's side door to open it and climb back in. But he misses the handle, and his shit-eating grin turns to alarm as the car passes him by.
That's right. El Dingo hadn't bothered stopping the car to get out. The car is now driverless and careening down the road -- with me in the back seat.
Fortunately, Greg is in the front passenger seat. He can easily reach over and grab the wheel or hit the brake with his foot. But he doesn't. The damned fool just sits there. He seems fine with our predicament. To him, it's business as usual. This is how Doom brothers operate. I guess.
Well, I'm panicking, maybe because I don't have a death wish. I lurch forward, reach for the steering wheel--
And wake sitting up in bed with my hands stretched out in front of me.
So. Just a simple little question, if you don't mind.
What's up with you guys!
Sheesh.
Drunk? Death wish?
You make the call!
Don't blame me for my actions in your dreams.
Please keep me out of your dreams guys. I'm trying to make my way back to the campsite from the lake, but the trail has vanished and it's raining.
Greg & ED are so dreamy. Kinda like Freddy Kruger and the Jabberwock. You decide which is which.
I'm driving my new CR-V. It's night and I'm driving up a hill, but the dreamscape angle is so non-euclidean that I can't see past my hood. I can't see the road. I start to think I've driven off the road but cannot stop. So I try to slow down by opening the driver-side door and putting my foot out ala Fred Flintstone. But it's too late, I have driven off the cliff. I awake with a start.
I had many other disturbing dreams last night, of which I blame on the gibbous moon, but I forgot the rest. One did involve DOOM...might have been the Yeti...can't remember.
This morning, I recount my dream to Stacy and she says she also dreamed about Fred Flintstone's car. She dreamed she was somewhere and saw a new car that looked like Fred Flintstone's car and wanted to find me to show it to me, thinking I would enjoy it. When she told me this, she confessed that she couldn't remember what Fred Flintstone's car looked like. We were going to ask Tara if she also dreamed of Fred Flintstone's car, but then realized that she might not know who Fred Flintstone is. I attribute these Fred Flintstone car dreams to the fuhrer-elect, who is taking us back into the stone age.
In the waking world, there's this classmate of Tara's that keeps trying to engage me. He recently asked me if I'd take over as dungeon master for their D&D club (another father is doing that now) but I politely refused. A year or so ago, he was looking for sword training, as he previously trained Japanese swordsmanship with a former Iaido brother. I refused that time too. I feel a little bad about it as he's a good kid. I just don't have the time.
But that surely evoked last night's dream, where I was extolling the benefits of fencing to him. There were a few fencers present, including the Yeti and Matthew Porter and we were all in knickers and such. I was ranting at top speed about how brilliant the concept of 'fencing time' was, so brilliant that Bruce Lee poached it, and at one point, Matthew and I say 'brilliant' in unison, after which we give each other a high-five. Yeti observed this with quiet repose, amused at it all, and living the knicker life.