Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Also, ewwww.

That's what I'm sayin...

[Greg]

Prophecy Dream!

At least I hope not. I woke up thinking had absolutely happened. I also knew that it hadn't.

Waiting on verification.

[King Bob]

Dreamed I was driving with my dad, going to get something to eat. Suddenly I remembered that I was missing the library book sale, and that I had made an appointment to go to it. I thought "Oh well, it's not important." Cut to a big party, like a wedding reception with tables and food served. I looked around and found my dad, and asked him if he had eaten. He said no. Cut to me in a car, headed straight for a fence, thinking that the driver needed to stop. Then I remembered that I was the driver and put on the brakes. We slowed a lot and were about to bump it, but I could push the pedal down a bit more and stopped just against the fence.

[cranefly]

DM asks me if I can give him a ride home later.  I say sure.  We're at some odd event.  It's like a mansion, every room full of ancient artifacts.  It's Asian, I think Japanese, and it's all being auctioned off -- with one peculiar caveat.   It's all or nothing.  You're bidding on the whole shebang.  Of course this puts the stuff out of our price range.

But my dream makes the necessary modifications so that it becomes affordable.  (Dream logic, what can I say?)  I take an interest in a figurine which isn't really a figure, it's just an interesting and complex shape about half the size of a breadbox.  A seller agent picks it up to give to me, but then notices that it is leaking.  What is it leaking?  I don't know, but let's say ink, and the figurine is therefore a stylized inkholder, to lend some sense to the dream.  He can't sell it to me in that condition.

But later I pick up a couple of objects and am carrying them around, and the dream switches back to the all-or-nothing auction, in which case I could be construed as a thief.  But I took the items from a room that isn't part of the auction, so I'm innocent.  But a lawyer type tells me I should plead guilty, and laments the state of U.S. law where it's to your benefit to lie and say you are guilty than truthfully plead your innocence.

The dream logic shifts again, with a sequence involving a long and confusing hallway, and then I'm outside, but the streets are all unfamiliar and I don't know how to get home.

Then I'm back inside, and a middle-aged Asian woman approaches to give me a box, saying that she fixed the figurine that isn't really a figurine and I can now take it, which I do, though hesitantly, because now, in my mind (through dream logic), what I've purchased has morphed into a puzzle box, which she's taken apart and packed up all nice for me -- only I have no idea how I'll reassemble it later.

On that anxious note I woke up.

This dream took place between 3:58:30 am and 4:05:30 am, as you can see from the following graph.



DM?  Where the heck did you go?  Oh, well, I suppose you had to prepare for your nightly rendezvous with 4:20.

[Greg]

I'm at the doctors to have both my arms amputated. I suddenly realize that after I have my arms amputated, I won't be able to drive myself home. I need to call someone to pick me up from the hospital, something I also need to do before I have my arms amputated.

[Drunk Monk]

DM?  Where the heck did you go?  Oh, well, I suppose you had to prepare for your nightly rendezvous with 4:20.

I'm at the doctors to have both my arms amputated. 

Yeah, you know what DM will be dreaming about...

[Drunk Monk]

I've woken to a few dreams now where I thought 'Curiouser and curiouser. That was weird. I need to post this on D00M' but then over the course of getting up and eating breaky I forget what those dreams were. All I have is the lingering memory of something funny or surreal that I wish I wrote down. M

Maybe I just dreamed I dreamt something amusing, but in reality, it was just my mind fukkin with itself. 

I do remember the beginning of last night's dream. I was feeding Yuki spaghetti. That was the prelude to something amusing but I can't remember what. I even made spaghetti tonight and shared some with Yuki in hopes of jogging my memory. 

Woah, wait, was that dream prophetic? Or maybe it was just a self-fulfilling prophecy. 

Or maybe Yuki is whispering 'make me spaghetti' into my ear when I'm asleep. No, that can't be it. I'm not sure if he's even had spaghetti before. If he could whisper, I'm sure he'd suggest chicken. He knows that word.

[thatguy]

--tv

[Drunk Monk]

Been having concert dreams which means my subconscious is getting that crave.

A few days ago I dreamt that RM started requiring badges like sheriff badges. It was unclear if I needed one. Then I got a poster from the show and all the RM vols signed it and gave me their phone numbers but I didn’t know who was who.

Just now I had a recurring lost campsite dream. It’s like a test anxiety dream. The jnk was joyful to reassemble and we were all getting sorted at some festival but we were all split up. I was trying to organize where everyone was and it was getting dark and cold so I went looking for my space. It shifted from an outside venue to a series of halls, all filled with vendors. I went through all the halls but my tent was nowhere to be found.

Eager to get to a show. There’s a preplaning meeting for JM Cali Root tonight but I’ll probably miss it due to Stacy’s birthday. Already excused.

[Drunk Monk]

Another show dream. A reggae with Tara. She’s seated in the middle of the fam, who are blazin, and even though she’s not partaking, she gets a major contact high. She want me to get her a drink because she’s cotton mouthed.

Psychoanalyzed: Tara said she’s looking forward to Cali Roots this year & I’m looking forward to her joining the krew. She doesn’t partake to my knowledge but what does a ‘rent know? I’m ok if she wants to indulge - she’s an adult now. Her choice. But clearly my subconscious has issues.

[Drunk Monk]

Another show dream - damn when was my last show? Jonzin

I’m in Vegas with a crew. We’re in some casino between concert times. There’s discussion amongst the women to go to see some singer that I don’t know if our off hours. I tempted just for the company. Then there’s a scuffle at the poker bar. It’s either Tim, our cranked out packed from AFS, or Buck my alcoholic neighbor. I go to help and he grabs me and barfs copiously all over me. I’m wearing my best leather jacket and the rest of the dream is considering clean up options.

Psychoanal: one of my KF brothers wanted to go to Moe’s after practice last night to see some jazz act but another said he wasn’t going to events yet. We chatted about LiB and my concert attendance last year and the symphony. My neighbor’s recent drama is troubling and I’d like to help but don’t want to get caught up in it. Being right across the street we have front row seats. Not sure why Tim - haven’t thought about him in a long time. Maybe he died? Yeti do you know?

[Drunk Monk]

Random fragments 

Something about zombies - not scary. It’s slow zombies and I’m enjoying dodging them.

One of my padawan calls table service before I do at a show. I’m both jealous and proud.

Something about pancakes - looks like a commercial. Been seeing a lot of pancake ads on my socials. I don’t know why.

Something about snuggling Yuki’s mane. He’s got a fluffy neck.

A broken memory of a conversation about the queen getting Covid (not our D00M tQ, the queen of England) who was I talking to about that yesterday? It was the keep clam and carry on but.

There was a bit I really wanted to share but I’ve forgotten that now of course.

[Greg]

It was national pancake day in Ireland a few days back.

[Drunk Monk]

Maybe that explains it. Are pancakes big in Ireland? I don't remember having them there. I do remember having some amazing breakys - salmon, Irish breaky tea, and various items slathered in that rich lovely butter. Mmmmm.

I'm still getting feckin soylent ads on my socials.

[Greg]

I don't remember pancakes in Ireland at all but suddenly it was all over my feed. I just looked it up and Pancake Day in Ireland is celebrated on Shrove Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday and now that makes sense. Sort of.