Doom Dreams

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Huh. I always dream in color and I never dream about you lot.

[Drunk Monk]

Huh. I always dream in color and I never dream about you lot.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

My dreams are always at twilight or night, and never about you lot.

[Drunk Monk]

My dreams are always at twilight or night

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I like my vampires....*Sparkly!*

[Drunk Monk]

Wow.

I'm impressed. 

Sparkle vampires are a thing.  A real thing. 



I didn't know.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Well, if you would just get out of your knickers once in a while...

[Drunk Monk]

Well, if you would just get out of your knickers once in a while...

Last time you said that, things didn't go well...

I'm back in class with Sifu Lam. It's in a large gym somewhere and there's maybe 30 people there, including the cfs (we nod to each other but don't talk). Everyone is free practicing and I start doing some Sun Style Tai Chi but get a little flustered after a few moves because I don't do it anymore and don't remember. Sifu asks me how I'm doing and I tell him I've let go of this form. He smiles and moves on to other students. I remember past where I was stuck but then move to Xingyi. A student I don't know tells me that he's seen Xingyi done really hard and he didn't approve. I tell him it is for hitting people and pontificate that internal style doesn't necessarily mean 'soft' - that's more of a translation issue with the word 'song'. I start to feel bad because the class is grouping to do Xingyi in another room, and I decide to follow. Sifu is leading line drills and it's some absurd movement that I've never seen associated with Xingyi. I make a questioning face at Sifu like 'what the heck is this?' and he shoots back an impish grin. 

I'm certain this dream came from sitonmyfacebook where Lynn tried to get me to like her Mulan Challenge a few days ago. I also read her statement that she claims her Simu title and is striving to preserve the memory of Sifu. That's hard to take having been witness to their marital fights and remembering how ugly their divorce got. She burned any bridges she had with me when she blocked the cover story I was doing on Sifu for KFTC. I forgave her for that long ago because it unintentionally freed me of filial obligations, but I don't support her. 

I'm still confused about the Rollin Hand dream though. That one I can't psychoanalyze at all.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I wanna hear more about Jimmy the Sleeve

[Drunk Monk]

If Yuki didn’t wake me, I might have completed that mission. As it stands, the secretary has disavowed any knowledge of my actions.

[Drunk Monk]

Popped awake right on time after a complex dream about returning to the Tai Chi Gala, an east coast gathering I used to attend. I’ll try to remember it and recount it in DOOM dreams. It was too long for right now. I think it was triggered by the freelance writer that I had take over for me when I stopped doing it; she wants me to appear on her web show which she does MWF morns, a Tai Chi show that has a fair following. I need to get back to her and this was a subconscious reminder. Quite a layered dream tho - very vivid.

Meh - I’m awake now - might as well give this a go. 

I’m in a big auditorium at the TCG and the opening ceremony is starting. I’m seated with my mom and my gf.  In my waking state now I have no idea who my gf was but she’s hawt (no, not Cara or the Widow sadly - some leggy young gal new age hippy). The TCG openers are long self promoting affairs where everyone gets up and demos their Tai Chi individually and I had to shoot them all but I’m not shooting this one. We are in the front row as honored guests. Then some Japanese judo master recognizes my mom - apparently there’s some old Hawaii family connection (given my granddads military service, he knew everyone). My mom is delighted to reconnect. The show starts and my gf jumps up to join the first performance - it’s Loretta’s group (she’s the promoter and a friend - a statuesque amazon of a woman who has quite a presence in the east but this gathering is all she does). It’s all women performing and they do some Chen style with belly dancer like hip gyrations. I’m surprised my gf is part of this group but lose her in the road and end up fixating on Loretta’s performance - I’m surprised she can move her hips so. I’m called away to the hall for some reason. When I get back it’s intermission and the guest of honor appears. It’s Michael Douglas and he also has connections to my mom and the japanese master. They are in the same judo circle and my mom is delighted for the chit chat. She remembers another mutual friend but the Japanese master corrects her because she gets fhe name slightly wrong. I hope she can join in sos workshop. I’m called away again and return soon after. The auditorium is empty except for my mom. Apparently the opener was really short, much to my surprise. There was a little more to this dream but I’ve lost it now. Then I popped awake at 4:20 for no apparent reason apart from the fact that I do that sometimes as evidenced by this thread.

[Drunk Monk]

Dreamt I was at a Trump meeting. He was passing out Maga hats and they were more orange than red, talking about how covid was a hoax. 
Goddammit - I’ve never stressed an election so much in my life.

[Greg]

Same thought.

I dreamt I was working in a beauty parlor.

The night before there was some DM and Yeti in my subconscious, but I've blocked those thoughts out of self preservation.

[King Bob]

Dreamed my mom (much like she was in her last years) was sitting in the driver's seat of a small car (much like a small Fiat that my dad liked in the 60s) with the door open, on a grassy hillside. I started walking toward her, and realized she had the car in neutral and it was starting to roll backwards. I ran up and pushed on the brake as hard as I could with my hands, but the car was starting to pick up speed. Then I woke up.

[Drunk Monk]

I'm in China with the staff of Tiger Claw. Actually only one other person from there appears but the rest are somewhere nearby. We are in some mash up of a hotel and shopping mall, very modern, like the bastard child of the inside of an Imperial Star Destroyer and the sets of Logan's Run. I get up early and go to a lobby like area where I meet Manny, an ex-Tiger Claw employee - he went on to ATT for a better job prospect about a year ago. He's already done some shopping and I'm a bit annoyed because I haven't even changed any money yet. He produces this Kubaton-like thing (it's a little self-defense rod like a mini-mag lite) he bought for $2. The catch is that it's got a secret compartment that's wide as a coffee cup - it's one of those extra-dimensional dream distortions. I think 'Dang, $2? I'm getting a bunch of these for DOOM gifts!'

Psychoanalysis 
I've been thinking about TC a lot because of the online tournament we're throwing. It's experimental - should be easy but there's room for failure. It was my proposal because a lot of tournaments are doing it and it's low hanging fruit (TC has done nothing in response to the pandemic beyond laying off most of its staff - I've given plenty of suggestions like carrying masks for schools but they've not moved forward). They haven't really done much with the tournament so a lot has fallen back on me, which is fair since it was my suggestion and assuming it works, there's a bonus to my stipend on the table. 

I was also thinking about China because of a chat I had with some classmates at Kung Fu yesterday. I was planning to go back this summer - my first trip back in 16 years. It's the 20th anniversary of my Shaolin master's school and he called us all back. I had this fantasy of taking Tara to China and giving her a Shaolin experience like no other. But then...covid. 

As for DOOM gifts, this forum has been good medicine for covid for me. Seriously, I don't think I could make it without it. It's my only socialization outside of Kung Fu and the dog park, and occasional calls or messaging bursts with friends. Thanks all.

BTW, I just reread this thread. It's a particularly good read.