Doom Dreams

[King Bob]

There is tradition somewhere in England - maybe widespread, I don't know - of racing with a pancake in a pan on Shrove Tuesday. I saw it on TV but don't remember what I was watching.

Looking it up, it seems to be happen several places, but this one is famous and supposedly dates to 1445.

[Drunk Monk]

Stacy and I are on a snow trip with Dan and Syl. We’ve got a giant tub that we’ve made punch in and dropped a yard long chunk of ice that we picked up off the ground. I feel that it’s dirty. A snowball fight ensues but we’re in a parking lot, and the snow is grey. I realize I’m not prepared with decent gear for the cold, no scarf, light socks, no gloves. The cabin is like our bungalow and I can’t remember if the door in my room leads to the bathroom or the adjacent bedroom (it’s the bathroom). 

Too early in the morning to psychoanalyze.

[Drunk Monk]

There's a huge purple stain on our new rug. I realize that it's from eating a purple popsicle, which I let melt in a Tupperware tray and spilled when I tipped it to my lips to drink the melted popsicle remains. I start cleaning it and it starts to come up.

PsychoAnal: The new carpet has established a new no shoes policy in the house along with the Yuki paw cleaning ritual every time he comes inside. With our previous carpet, which was trashed when we moved in because the previous tenant had a baby that got bitten by mites and they used some harsh industrial cleaner that left bleach stains, we didn't care about it getting dirtier because that just added more characters. It was embarrassingly awful. 

Not sure about the popsicle. I thought the purple might have been connected to bubblegum ice cream in Free Guy but that's really blue. It may be because it's Stacy's favorite color. I don't eat popsicles, especially now with the diabetes. I can't even remember the last time I had a popsicle. The only thing I can think of is that I might have heard Katy Perry's California Gurls on the radio yesterday and that popsicle lyric is one of her most outstanding.

[King Bob]

Friday night I dreamed that I was trying to order food at a fast food counter but couldn't remember what the dish was called. I admitted to my friend that it worried me that I sometimes couldn't think of words. Actually I do sometimes forget words and names that I don't use much, like names of people I seldom see at work. The word "walrus" was in the crossword the other day (tusked arctic animal) and I just couldn't think of it. I do sometimes worry whether it's just middle age forgetfulness or a harbinger of dementia.

Last night I dreamed that I took my shirt off and had a really developed and defined upper back, more that I could ever get in this lifetime. Maybe I dreamed this because I'm trying to work towards being able to do pullups again. I lost the ability when I hurt my back and then had some shoulder issues.

[Drunk Monk]

I’m constantly forgetting words and names. I find myself having to pause to recover those or sneaking a peek at the interwebz for clues. Although walrus is one of my fav words. As long as you can remember egg man and goo goo g’joob…

I could never do pull ups. I even installed a pull up bar at ranch Macbeth in my man cave doorframe vowing to do pull ups whenever I passed through it but never got past two. Cf was really good at them and used to hang out one handers at Lam kwoon. That still bugs me.

[cranefly]

I could never do pull ups. I even installed a pull up bar at ranch Macbeth in my man cave doorframe vowing to do pull ups whenever I passed through it but never got past two. Cf was really good at them and used to hang out one handers at Lam kwoon. That still bugs me.

I'm not certain I could ever do a one-hander.  Maybe I've just forgotten.

The most I ever did was 18 -- witnessed by LCF -- and they were clean.  Done at age 39 just before that first China trip (in 1991?).  I was in pretty good shape for that Jinan competition.

But my pull-up days seem over.  The bar in my room is too high to safely jump up and grab, or step up on a chair to do so.  And I've had a partial rotator cuff tear in my right shoulder (since the mid-90s) that's grown too touchy to ignore.

[King Bob]

At least I'm not the only forgetful one, although only DM will admit it.

[Greg]

I hate not remembering words or names. I have the fear of Old Timers.

[Drunk Monk]

I was in pretty good shape for that Jinan competition.

So was I. That was a peak period. I think I had a few peaks - my freshman year in 83 after training under Stro, Jinan in 91, Shaolin in 95 & 96, India in 97. I was just chatting with Ted about Jinan, and how Sifu tossed me under the bus to train with that Cha master but I could handle it back then because I was young and in peak shape. 

And I distinctly remember you pumping out a one-hander on that weird heavy bag frame we had at Lam Kwoon - that may well have been 91.

At least I'm not the only forgetful one, although only DM will admit it.

wait...wut? what are we talking about?

[King Bob]

I have the same fear as Greg. I console myself that I usually do eventually remember. Just not right away.

Last night I dreamed that Christina and I were walking on a street where 60s style ranch houses were interspersed with multi story commercial buildings. We came to a house where the lights were on and the curtains open, and there was a huge sofa in the living room on fire. Then we were in another street where a derelict building was on fire, and I wanted to warn the people in the house next door. When I got closer I realized it was a new house under construction, and it had a huge wall with tiny windows, sort of like the Whitney museum. Then we were in a building that I think was a gym, and I was talking to some guy about a band I used to see in small clubs before they were famous. I have no idea what any of that means.

And I need to get a pull up bar.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

No pull-ups for me (I managed to do 2, I think). I forget stuff all the time.

[King Bob]

I got up to five or six pull-ups. Actually chin-ups - hands turned towards your face instead of away - because it's easier on my shoulders, and just easier in general. It's extra hard for you because you're tall and so you have to pull further.

[Greg]

DM and Samuel Jackson are dressed up as Jedis to do a magic trick at some function. Jackson is going to make his sword pass all the way through DM's midriff as DM lies down. As DM is learning how to twist the sword to sell the effect a more professional group of Star Wars cosplayers show up and wage a full on mock battle. The kids are much more entertained by this.

Earlier, when we were driving to the function, Samuel Jackson was going to be in the car ahead of me so I needed to call him. to tell him when to stop. He only used WhatsApp for communication so I had to download and set up an account on my phone. The screens were all very confusing and I couldn't find Jackson's handle in order to be able to call him. He informed me that his call sign was black.power. I finished up my WhatsApp sign-in by using Irish.power.

Note to self: No more Sam Jackson films before bedtime.

[Drunk Monk]

Note to self: No more Sam Jackson films before bedtime.

I'm sure Karate Kid The Untold Story added to your dreams. I'm honored to be in the same company and Mace Windu in your subconscious. 

I dreamt I was with S&T and a massive earthquake hit. Our building (I guess it was our house but it didn't look like any place we've lived) bent in waves. Buildings crashed all around but we were okay. Afterwards I was scrambling to get to my mom's house, which was apparently right down the street, but I couldn't find my shoes. 

Psychoanal: There was an earthquake in Corralitos (not far from me) on Saturday and it's been a topic of discussion. Also, since we got the new carpet, there's been a strict 'no shoes inside' policy, plus I got some new running shoes for my birthday (thanks?)

I would've probably forgotten this dream but I was deep in it when my alarm rang this morning. First time I've been woken by my alarm in months. Thanks daylight savings time...

[thatguy]

I'm on a crowded bus with Mike Grialou talking about the last time he saw Pete Donohue. The bus becomes a train or streetcar and we are heading into a dense urban landscape. It's evident there's significant police activity to the sides of the tracks. One cop is pointing a bazooka down a side street. As we round the bend there's a car across the tracks. A crowd is massing next to our streetcar. They look like rastas when they have their dreads under a massive beanie, except that many don't have beanies. That's just the shape of their heads (aliens!). 

It's dusk. We have to leave the stuck train car. Somehow, I'm scurrying around with and NPC played by Paul Dano (who fits right in here) trying to find a place to shelter overnight. There are lots of creepy people everywhere. There's a hill surrounded by wall or building that has these stalls with partial doors and people have staked them out. Paul finds one of the last empty ones and goes in, but I say I need to go back and grab my stuff (what a cliché). 

It's getting dark. I'm unable to get back to "my stuff" and also not able to get back to the stall, or any other stall, so I lay on the crowded hillside in the dark, looking up at the sky. I don't sleep. 

At this point I wake up and think, that's a weird dream. Then I fall back asleep. 

Now, I'm in some crowded flop house, stepping over leathery looking people on the floor. I'm trying to keep up with someone, while taking in the surroundings. I'm hearing about some illicit drug called "Stessy". The person I'm with is quickly following an official, yet shady-looking medical person (white labcoat). Apparently, in this world, one can have themselves dehydrated and donate their water to another (but it's a scam!). The person I'm with is desperate to get work, maybe as one of their entry level medical technicians (a job that is akin to being a burger flipper at McDonald's). There's a lot of back and forth and I watch from the sidelines. Then, the official person tries to engage me.

I'm not sure what happens after that. 

--tg