Erg. I dreamt I was picked to judge a martial arts competition. For some reason there were video elements involved as the routines were cutting back forth between live action and recorded elements. Most of the routines were dreadful.
I'm in a hotel room with Brian Hecker who was on the SJSU epee team when i was a freshman (haven't thought about him in years). It's the night before a tournament and I'm looking over my weapons. They are in pieces, stray blades, guards, tips, not enough to make a functioning weapon. It's like a test anxiety dream. I think 'I should've just bought some new spews from Victory.'
So I'm walking along this path, and there's a ditch to my immediate right. I hear two bicyclists coming up from behind to pass on the left. All is well with the first dude. But the the second dude is slowing down, and I can sense that he's up to some mischief.
He's going to knock me in the ditch.
But there's one thing he doesn't know: I'm nobody's pony.
Sure enough, in my peripheral vision I see him angling in at me. Just as he would give me a good hard shoulder bump, I twist aside and guide him on past to the right...
...and throw the laptop onto the floor next to the bed.
Fortunately, it still seems to work.
The night before, I fell asleep while reading an issue of Fantasy and Science Fiction. When Lady Cranefly came to bed, she decided to place the zine on the side-stand before turning out the lights. But as she tried to take the zine, I grabbed and twisted her fingers hard (never did fully wake up). Another close call.
I got really really upset this morning.
I bought four donuts ... then woke up.
Fuck. Oatmeal again.
It was just donut day. I don't know who declared it so, but my social media got filled with donuts. I'm not that into donuts. Now that I can't have them, I sorta want them.
At KFTC25 AF, I had breakfast with grandmaster Chan Pui. He said he has oatmeal every morning. At 80+ he's still so bad ass. He can still do drop stances that I could never do. Oatmeal good.
I had what seemed to be a four dream where I was the emergency last minute replacement at a school or community theater play. I think I missed every one of my cues to be onstage. I also had a lot of problems finding my right wardrobe.
On the plus side, Chris Pine was in the play.
ED & I are going down a long hallway to a movie theater. We're excited to see whatever we're going to see. We get to the end and it's a dead end, and the floor is strangely bouncy, like it's a trapdoor. ED is delighted at this and starts jumping up and down on it gleefully.
Cut to new scene - I'm at a hotel where a reggae festival is being held. It's a series of small connected rooms, each with its own dj. I get my headphones and start moving from room to room, trying to find the best groove. The phones are weak, not much bass. I go outside and it's morning already. I'm bummed that I didn't sleep. I look for breakfast but all there is is ice cream.
I wonder if we ever talked about this, but I have no fear of death. Immortality terrifies me more than anything. No rest, no end, endless wakefulness - that terrifies me. Come with me through the trap door DM!
Is there going to come a day when I don't have the dream where I've missed registration for my college courses, so I'm attending the classes to see if there have been drop outs and I can take the class?
Granted there was a naked woman on my lap complaining about me resisting her charms again.
I had two distinct and different dreams about today's screening for The Last Captain. One involved my inability to actually get into the theater because I had to climb through some treacherous back stage areas.
It was all pretty ugly.
But I am totally chill, I tell you. Totally.
DM is so busy with all his activities that he has to offload one of his assignments onto me. I'm to interview Marlon Brando. That's right. Marlon Brando. I'm rattled by the very idea. I mean, he hates the press. He hates everyone anymore. Why Marlon Brando?
Well, with DM on his superhero kick of late, all I can surmise is that there's a new Superman flick coming out, and Brando is reprising his role as Superman's dad. But where's the martial arts angle? I mean, Brando is big. Bigger than big. Did he just happen to fall over on set and they got footage of it and somehow worked it into an action scene?
I. Don't. Know!
And how will I understand him. My hearing isn't that good, and this will be a mumblefest. Who knows how many marbles he'll have in his mouth this time.
I'm all angsty explaining all this to my friends in Tai Chi class, who keep telling me, But it's Marlon Brando. This is a great honor to interview him.
After I finally wake up, I cautiously pull back the sheets and check for horse heads.
While DM stresses about college exams and Greg does battle on the movie set, I find myself filled with writer angst.
I get back my story from a fellow writer in our workshop, and it is all red-marked. At a glance the comments are very positive. "This is great!" and so on. But my elation slowly drains away as I realize I sent her the wrong file. This is just discarded scraps from three different stories, all horrible junk.
Okay, this could also go into the 4:20 thread since I popped awake at 3am with this dream running through my head.
This is one of my recurring dreams that I have had for years. It comes in one of two forms. I either find a door in my house that leads to other disused floors or I suddenly remember that I also own another parcel of land that has two houses on it. It's always two house that are on a weirdly shaped lot.
This was the two other homes dream. It's not a very exciting dream. It's just I have had it multiple times.
In tonight's version some contractor is going to rebuild my home for free. The only catch is he is going to live in my house while he remodels. That's when I remember my other two homes. He can go rebuild those two. That's when I go and look at my other two houses. Since, I haven't had this dream in a while the homes have fallen into disrepair. I also don't have the keys to the doors. Fortunately, I have left them unlocked since last I visited. The smaller of the two homes, basically one big room, looks fine. The bigger home on the back of the lot is a shambles. I pry open one door to find an infestation of cockroaches. The roof is missing about a foot along the eaves and is open to the elements. My houses are going to need a lot of work.
I stayed awake in my bed until the alarm went off at 4 to signal the commencement of the dog walk.
What a great concept, having a dream home that falls into disrepair if you don't dream about it often enough -- then doubling down by having two dream homes.
But I gotta warn you: It's going to complicate your tax return.