Weird dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was asked by Paul to accompany him to a restaurant somewhere in the States and it turned out we were at some shadowy political meeting. I tried to find out what was going on and was given bland commonplaces and no substance. Finally somebody said, “This group is called the Shift of Honor”. I mean, they looked like a nice enough bunch of middle class white people, although for some reason I got the strong impression that some of them were in disguise.

Then we moved to another table and somebody offered to buy me a shot, which involved not one but two chasers. You know me, it’s a merit badge to consume alcohol somebody else is paying for (bonus points if it’s work) so I downed the shot and BOY did I fall down the rabbit hole. Somebody who looks a lot like Michael Emerling (now known as Michael Cloud and a candidate and fundraiser for the Libertarians) sat across from me and made faces at me while I steadily lost control of my facial muscles and my consciousness. I could FEEL my face and body twitching, it was horrible. I’ve never had a bad drug reaction in a dream before, that’s just bizarre. I know exactly how to interpret this dream, and it’s quite amusing, even if I did touch my face to see if it was okay (well, okay as it ever gets…) when I woke up this morning.

No sign of Katie, although she was in my dreams last night too, taking off in disgust when Lexi and I were remonstrating with her about her boyfriend.

I also dreamed that a kid across the street got a high score in a video game, and he was so excited and happy that he ran through the front door of our house (which was sort of an amalgam of my folks old and new place) to scream and yell about it at Keith, and the reason the door was open was because Katie had just walked out and left it open.

sundry and various

Last night I had the strangest dream; I dreamed that a guy who was a quadruple amputee had crawled up onto the front of his four storey house to do some work and he lost his balance and when I went to find his body his artificial limbs were all I could find and nobody believed me when I said he’d disappeared.  Then I found his head and as I watched the head folded up on itself until it was just a mask (like that brrr mask in Sandman, you will recollect ‘the talking mask’) and then the mask disappeared while I watched.  Then I went for a walk in a place like the night market and a woman was walking two long haired roan cats and profiles like Nicole Kidman and the owner talked about how she was selling them for ten thousand apiece and could hardly bear to part with them.  It had just rained and the streets had that gritty shine like in anime or Blade Runner.  Then I met a surfer dude who stole a van to rescue some woman and when she needed a lift someplace else and couldn’t drive he just smiled at her and said, “Well I only drive in emergencies, I never really learned to drive because I just live at the beach.” 

Rob of Nine loaned me the first season of Robin Hood (the new Beeb production).  He must KNOW how I feel about men in tights.  And he didn’t give me the season finale, prob’ly cause he likes to hear me beg.

Scary Clown laughed into my digital recorder this morning, so I can hear him laugh whenever I want to.  I will convert to a .wav file and stick on my site so you can all enjoy it.

Thought for the Day: Don’t get me wrong: I love nuclear energy! It’s just that I prefer fusion to fission. And it just so happens that there’s an enormous fusion reactor safely banked a few million miles from us. It delivers more than we could ever use in just about 8 minutes. And it’s wireless! – William McDonough (2006)