Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

DM is tabling at a fencing event. In reality (whatever that may be) DM doesn't table at events often nowadays, maybe twice a year and only peripherally, so he must always re-familiarize himself with the table rules. PPFY is laying out a wide assortment of patches next to a piece of paper marked 'free'. 'Are all these free?' asks DM incredulously. 'Nah, just these' replise PPFY as he points out a couple of garish shoulder patches for the tournaments in the 70's, complete with the year written in fuzzy material with shiny mylar strips. The PPFY leaves for a potty break. tg walks up to that table and says 'hi'. DM is with a customer, but he quickly points out HK, who is standing in a corner, swarmed by young fencers asking for autographs. DM isn't sure if tg and HK have met for real, but in the dream, they have yet to meet. tg saunters over cheerfully and HK acknowledges him between signings. 'Hi, I'm that guy' says tg. HK smiles and says with a psychotic grin 'Hi, I'm Happy Killer.' DM looks over. 'Happy' Killer?

DM awakes to the sound of a toilet flushing.