Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

We had a scrabble match at Shamrocks pub for Stacy’s birthday. Scrabble vs a lawyer & a law student is challenging (we allowed Latin) but I won because I aimed for the triple scores.

[Greg]

I'm at some family gathering and we are singing Irish songs. It's probably back east but it feels like the midwest, despite the fact I don't have Lynch family members in the midwest. I decide I'm going to sing Lisdoonvarna as my song, but then I remember it's called Catch me if you can. Very popular in 1979. Anyway, I'm trying to google search the lyrics on my phone but my keeps flipping out. It keeps throwing up weird screens and won't let me access the keyboard. Every time I try and close the window, the screen shifts so I can't hit the button.

For some reason the mayor of the town is there with us. She wants to do a selfie. Again, I fight with my phone to get the camera to come up. I then realize I should just the phone off and have it reboot. The screen keeps jumping around and I can't hit the buttons to shut off the phone.

This probably has nothing to do with the completely paranoid book I am currently reading.

[Greg]

"Avalanche of Bees"

[Drunk Monk]

Had this dream just prior to Cali roots and it stuck with me.

KB & tg form another band - it’s sorta prof math rock. They need a drummer and ask DM to join. Armed with a snare, a kick drum & 1 cymbal, DM goes for it despite a complete lack of any ability to keep time. The new band plays a pizza parlor and DM is terrible, so bad thst it goes viral. KB & tg decide to keep DM on because the exposure is getting gigs but DM is reluctant being the butt of so many joke memes. Some critics get racist which fuels DM’s resolve to stay with the band, but he gets stuck in the paradox of getting better with practice which starts to ruin his popularity as a joke musician. 

Psychoanal: a lot of neurosis here, probably exacerbated by DM’s looming summer schedule and recent sociopolitical trends. Also Angine de Poitrine was earwormed its way into DM’s subconscious.

[thatguy]

Had this dream just prior to Cali roots and it stuck with me.

KB & tg form another band - it’s sorta prof math rock. They need a drummer and ask DM to join. Armed with a snare, a kick drum & 1 cymbal, DM goes for it despite a complete lack of any ability to keep time. The new band plays a pizza parlor and DM is terrible, so bad thst it goes viral. KB & tg decide to keep DM on because the exposure is getting gigs but DM is reluctant being the butt of so many joke memes. Some critics get racist which fuels DM’s resolve to stay with the band, but he gets stuck in the paradox of getting better with practice which starts to ruin his popularity as a joke musician. 

Psychoanal: a lot of neurosis here, probably exacerbated by DM’s looming summer schedule and recent sociopolitical trends. Also Angine de Poitrine was earwormed its way into DM’s subconscious.

I'd watch that movie...who would play DM? (Who would play KB and TG?) the pizza parlor would be Jakes, of course...

--tg

[King Bob]

Dreamed I was on a very tall ladder in a gymnasium where a game (basketball?) was going on, but I was far away from that. I was right at the limit of how high I could climb, so my body was not against the ladder at all and I had to carefully keep balanced. And I was trying to toss a box up into the rafters to store it. I tossed it and a different box fell back down. I caught that and tossed it back up, and two boxes fell down. I somehow caught both of them but knew I couldn't toss both back up. Suddenly I realized that one was full of dog treats, and I dropped it since it wouldn't break. Then I tossed the other one and woke up right then.

[Greg]

I am at the Tu's. I ask for a glass of water. They open a drawer that is full of individually packaged shrimp and trays of ice. They hand me one of the clear glass trays. I proceed to remove the Saran wrap from the trap to get at the ice. It's not an ice cube tray. It's a giant slab of ice protected by plastic. I proceed to pull off the plastic. I'm handed a fork to poke through the plastic. I eventually get at the ice.

[Drunk Monk]

I am at the Tu's. I ask for a glass of water. They open a drawer that is full of individually packaged shrimp and trays of ice. They hand me one of the clear glass trays. I proceed to remove the Saran wrap from the trap to get at the ice. It's not an ice cube tray. It's a giant slab of ice protected by plastic. I proceed to pull off the plastic. I'm handed a fork to poke through the plastic. I eventually get at the ice.

PsychoAnal:
Ice in dreams usually means obstacles or the stoppage of something 'as if frozen'. Plastics usually imply fakery. A fork usually refers to a choice or change in direction, such as 'fork in the road.'

Eh, who am I kidding? This dream is about sex. It's always sex, isn't it?

[King Bob]

Fork yeah! Since it's a plastic fork, does it represent a dildo?

[thatguy]

To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, "Anything can represent a dildo...if you're brave enough"

--tg

[Drunk Monk]

Some believe that Satan’s pitchfork was a degradation of Shiva’s or Poseidon’s trident. But there’s another theory that it’s tri-phallic, a mockery of the trinity aaa a dildo for the three major orifices of a female.

[Drunk Monk]

I am at the Hendon house an it’s tomorrow. It’s early in the morning and I’m lying in bed thinking about the day. Tg arrives with some strangers (not KB) and I’m in my PJs. I yell down that I’ll be there in a minute and quickly dress but cannot find my underwear drawer. Tg and the strangers magically penetrate the door and start poking about. I’m still in my pjs and flustered about not finding my underwear.i contemplate going commando. 

Psychoanal - I’m a bit worried about today because I don’t have all the details of how I’m getting to the game yet. And the commando but might be because I got a bug bite on my gonads yesterday, which is as unpleasant as it sounds.

[Greg]

Too many people who have passed cluttering up my dreams.

[Greg]

Another LDW dream. We are working on set. He's going to have to fire me because I have said something inappropriate about the bosses within earshot of said bosses.

[King Bob]

I dreamed I was talking to my mom. She had a couple of presents that she wanted me to take somewhere, but she was obsessed with keeping the packaging pristine. I told her it didn't matter because they were going to be wrapped but she wouldn't let it go.

Can it be as obvious as it seems? That the gift is important and not the wrapping?