Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Dreamt of Dan last night. It was one of those stream of consciousness dreams. I was at a comic con, admiring some star trek themed armor at a booth when i realized my own st cosplay was having issues with the velcro attaching my phaser to my belt, then i was at a round table with some other cosplayers discussing cosplay weapons, and i brought up how individually wrapped cheese slices make great shuriken, producing an industrial-size package of cheese and proceeding to throw it at yeti and scapino, who appeared magically in the crowd at the comic con, and then i got hit smack in the face by a slice and it was from dan, grinning savagely like he did whenever he scored any kind of hit on me. the scene transformed to the kitchen of lynch manor where we were all having a glorious cheese-slice-shuriken melee and having a grand time.  I woke feeling joyful, nostalgic, and rested.

Those were golden daze, brothers.  Those cheese slice melees.