Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I'm not sure what happens after that. 

Is anyone?

I dreamt I was at a comic con with my high school friend Scott, who everyone in that circle has lost contact with, and possibly ED, but that's hazy. I'm looking at various displays including an ornate desk decorated to look like a Tardis. Some nerdy dude at a table is babbling something incomprehensibly geeky to me. 

I'm either conceiving of or wearing a xenomorph cosplay costume. It vacillates between imagining how functioning telescopic jaws might work and actually having them and impressing con goers with them. 

PsychoAnal: I gotta get my comic con plans together. One was just held here in the Cruz, a minor one, held in the abandoned Sears store at Capitola mall. Stacy reminded me that I best make reservations if I plan to do SDCC - flights and hotel, etc. I really want to go but I have some trepidation about going alone. Maybe some of my moonlighting jobs will sponsor me, or at least part of my trip. Immortal is presenting at Wondercon. And Den just went to SXSW.

[Greg]

Someone needs to analyze PsychoAnal. Yes, I'm now going to the proper thread.

[Drunk Monk]

Someone needs to analyze PsychoAnal. 

Now you notice?

In my defense, I spent last night working late on a piece about butt plugs.

[Drunk Monk]

I don’t quite remember my dream just now, just that there was a lot of math involved.

PsychoAnal: I need to do my monthly expenses report today. Should’ve done it yesterday.

[Drunk Monk]

Dreamt about work.

Gawd I hate that. Waste of Dreamtime.

[Drunk Monk]

I had envisioned enjoying some libations and binging some tv last night but I watched Endgame and dozed off for like 3 eps before even pouring myself a drink so I went to bed. Then I watched some TikTok for way too long.

In my dream I’m in bed but at some sort of gathering and it’s after some partying where everyone is passed out nearby. I’m parched so I reach for a bedside bottle (I confess I have some of these in real life). I raise one to my lips and several people cheer. I’m a bit embarrassed because I thought I was being discreet and no one was watching. Then I realize that the applause interfered with my tipple so I go for another. But this time, the cork breaks apart in a troublesome way. I eventually manage to pour myself a shot after wiping away lots of broken cork bits. But I don’t drink it. I’m still embarrassed. Some one is in bed with me and starts initiating a back rub but I’m not into it and squirm away. I grab a bottle, forgetting my previously poured shot like you do in dreams. Then I wake.

I lie in bed tweaking for a bit, then I grab a swig off a bedside bottle of Writers Tears. I also put on some chapstick because that played a forgotten role in my dream.

[Greg]

This is weird. I posted a dream where I was in a house with DM where the Dead had recorded. I pressured DM to save a particular door in the house because it was key to the Dead's sound. DM told me the Dead recorded lots of places.

I can't find the previous post. Did I write the post down or did I dream I wrote the post down about a previous dream?

[Drunk Monk]

I can't find the previous post. Did I write the post down or did I dream I wrote the post down about a previous dream?

That was in the other D00Multiverse Dream thread http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...5#pid56085

I reserve this thread for random dreams and that thread for dreams where D00M appears. Not that I'd expect any of you to abide by such OCD behavior. It just helps me organize my notes.

[Drunk Monk]

I’m in Jamaica with some sort of guided tourist group. There’s an activity where all is tourists make tie dyes. It’s fun. We are all given shirts and there are buckets of dye all about. I connect with a local gal who points me to a cache of superior shirts. I embark on making a dye that looks like the JA flag, a yellow x on a green and black background, trying to do the geometry of folds so it comes out right. The locals are amused and impressed. It endears me to them even though it doesn’t come out very well.

I wake still pondering what the right folding pattern should have been.

[Drunk Monk]

Just as I nod off, I instantly go to Dreamtime. I’m turning off my parents’ magnovox, which I’ve had on constantly when I’m here alone because the sound masks the discomfort I feel while here. But it’s dark (which is a Dreamtime thing because in the common world, the magnavox frequency gauge lights up). I can’t figure out the dials in the dark. There are over a half dozen of them and I struggle to turn it off.

When I finally solve it I snap awake and my brain circus is inundated by the lions and clowns or worry.

Psychoanal: I gotta get the fuck out of this house today, if only for a moment…it’s suffocating me.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Have a covid lunch with Tara.

[Greg]

The thought of spending prolonged time inside Lynch Castle gives me the heebee jeebies. There is no sanctuary from the madness inside that house. I feel your pain.

[Drunk Monk]

Dreamt about work. I hate that. Waste of Dreamtime.

There was a bit where I was working on YMAA spam but I can’t remember the details. Then I was working for KFM, writing a letter that was being sent to welcome people to some sort of judges’ certification program. Patrick is there - we’re both back to tackle this special task. Gigi is spread out in my workspace so I’m working off my laptop in a little nook. The power cord is taught and I realize there’s an outlet closer so I crawl under the desk to unplug it and move it. There’s a tangle of plugs and I accidentally pull the plug to Mr. Oh’s computer. I try to laugh it off and say ‘I hope you didn’t lose much work’ [Mr. Oh is the founding patriarch of TC who retired years ago and moved to TN]

PsychoAnal: I work too damn much.

[King Bob]

Last night I was dreaming something Christina asking me to put away some Christmas things, and I opened a closet to discover it was huge. But then the words "hapax legomenon" popped into my head and I woke up. (Maybe I wasn't all the way asleep at that point?) I had heard it before but had to look it up - it's a word that only appears once in a text or corpus. There are many in the Iliad that are still being argued about. If that's a message to me, it's an obscure one.

[Drunk Monk]

I didn't sleep well during our backpacking trip and almost every dream was about work. That pissed me off. Like really pissing me off. I spend all this time and energy to get away but my feckin subconscious brings me back to work? Dammit. 

I did have two distinct non-work-related dreams:

One involved Obama being violated by a giant mecha spider. That was messed up.

Another had me tagging along with a rich couple who bought an overpriced poster - so-called 'art' - and they were thrilled because there was a way to make the eyes of the figure move. I joined them for a banquet like dinner at a long formal table and at the head of the table sitting next to me is Natalie Portman. Natalie is only wearing leaves (the sort of leaves we used to wipe our butts during the backpacking trip - they weren't ideal because sometimes they had little holes but that was all that was available in the high country). As I chat up Natalie, she starts wrtithing and removing the leaves. Soon she is nekkid and I realize that she's rolling on molly, so I'm tasked to talk her down in another room. So I'm alone with a writhing nekkid Natalie in the throws of drug-induced ecstacy. I wake up too soon from that dream. Way too soon.