08-23-2019, 10:29 AM
Over the last two nights, I've had intense dreams. I seldom remember my dreams. One of the nights, there was a dream that involved PPFY wiring blades, which makes this qualify as a DOOM Dream, but I don't really remember anything else about that. It may be another false memory.
Wed nite - Someone ships a box of tiny manta rays to Tiger Claw. The box is about two feet square and it's brimming with rays each about the size of a quarter. Jonny thinks it would be funny to have my hand stuck in the box. I get stung and my hand swells up like a football. Jonny thinks that's funny.
I awake with a raging headache.
Footnote: I told Jonny about this dream and he thought it was funny in the waking world too saying 'yeah, I'm a punk'.
Thurs nite - Dream 1 - I'm filling up my mom's Camry with gas. The pump is messed up. I press a ton of buttons. Nothing works. Then I look up and the car is missing. I am understandably upset.
Footnote: I drive my mom's Camry when I do my weekly grocery shopping for her to keep the battery warm. I've been doing this since January and the tank needs a refill soon, maybe next week.
Thus nite - Dream 2 - I'm Miley Cyrus. I'm mad at some young starlet - maybe it's Ariana Grande but that's never specified. I have some intel that will destroy her reputation and career. I'm chasing her around her mansion and her stage mom intercedes, aiming a pistol at me (Miley) with the intention to kill me. But I notice that there's a wire plug in the barrel, something that needs to be removed from new guns before firing them in my dreamworld, so I'm not scared knowing the stage mom can't fire the gun with that there. I take the gun away and fire all the bullets off in the air, then hand her off the gun. I find the starlet by the pool. She says she's actually not the goody-two-shoes that media paints her to be and offers me (Miley) some marijuana. She produces a baggy but it's actually filled with sliced cucumbers.
I awake at 4AM upset about the Camry and that I only have like two more hours to sleep.
Footnote: After Miley's recent break up with Liam, I anticipate she'll call me soon. Very soon.
Footnote 2: I hear an extensive discussion of Miley's post Liam tweet on the morning radio show during my commute and for a second, I think I should've shot that bitch with the cucumbers.
Wed nite - Someone ships a box of tiny manta rays to Tiger Claw. The box is about two feet square and it's brimming with rays each about the size of a quarter. Jonny thinks it would be funny to have my hand stuck in the box. I get stung and my hand swells up like a football. Jonny thinks that's funny.
I awake with a raging headache.
Footnote: I told Jonny about this dream and he thought it was funny in the waking world too saying 'yeah, I'm a punk'.
Thurs nite - Dream 1 - I'm filling up my mom's Camry with gas. The pump is messed up. I press a ton of buttons. Nothing works. Then I look up and the car is missing. I am understandably upset.
Footnote: I drive my mom's Camry when I do my weekly grocery shopping for her to keep the battery warm. I've been doing this since January and the tank needs a refill soon, maybe next week.
Thus nite - Dream 2 - I'm Miley Cyrus. I'm mad at some young starlet - maybe it's Ariana Grande but that's never specified. I have some intel that will destroy her reputation and career. I'm chasing her around her mansion and her stage mom intercedes, aiming a pistol at me (Miley) with the intention to kill me. But I notice that there's a wire plug in the barrel, something that needs to be removed from new guns before firing them in my dreamworld, so I'm not scared knowing the stage mom can't fire the gun with that there. I take the gun away and fire all the bullets off in the air, then hand her off the gun. I find the starlet by the pool. She says she's actually not the goody-two-shoes that media paints her to be and offers me (Miley) some marijuana. She produces a baggy but it's actually filled with sliced cucumbers.
I awake at 4AM upset about the Camry and that I only have like two more hours to sleep.
Footnote: After Miley's recent break up with Liam, I anticipate she'll call me soon. Very soon.
Footnote 2: I hear an extensive discussion of Miley's post Liam tweet on the morning radio show during my commute and for a second, I think I should've shot that bitch with the cucumbers.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse