Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Dreamt I was working a Dead show. I’m sitting with a group of old deadhead industry friends but I don’t know who they are exactly. They are telling me about the death of someone - Sarah? Susan? Someone I knew and she has willed me something and they want to know what I want to do about it. We are in some sort of festival tent and there’s a huge pile of odds and ends, mostly altar items, including a large stone Buddha head about 3 ft tall. I keep asking what the inheritance is and they are elusive. Finally, they present me with a small 2-piece purple stone display stand for a statue or something. I’m pleased and tell them I have the perfect piece to display on it. They are pleased too and we part ways. I get up to go and my pants are undone so I have to buckle up and reposition my radio. On the way back to RM, I see a restraint in progress - a patient is being backboarded, but he’s docile. I blend in because I’d been ‘on break’ for so long at this meeting. Some nooBs raise eyebrows but I shrug that off.

Psychoanalysis: Clearly I’m processing the upcoming Bobby show - http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...p?tid=6410. I just bought some new BDU pants to replace the Kuhl pair I shredded in Yosemite and will try them on today. I also bought 1K of lammy pouches and have a design in mind if I can get my work done this weekend. The nooBs won’t understand it and I’ve been playing a potential talk about it in my head if given the opportunity. We’ll see if I get there. I have great trepidation’s about the changes due to the pandemic, particularly with our psych protocols. Again, we shall see.