Two Dreams

I'm at work. It's a work day. My bosses boss comes up to me and starts talking to me about this new project I'm to take on, one that involves a lot or writing, writing memos, official business, and how it's going to be the new task I'm taking on, and more responsibility for me at work. I guess it had been mentioned before that I would do this, but I had forgot, because that's what happens around here, I forget, and nobody ever mentions it again. Only this time I'm quitting, two months to the day is my last day at work, but I haven't told anybody yet, I figured it wasn't super important yet, it's two months away after all, and I'm on contract, so they already know that my contract is ending. Then my bosses boss tells me that he has cancer, and that's one of the reasons I'm being given this new responsibility, I say something useless about how "awful" cancer is, or that is sucks, or something.

Next, I'm walking to Saskatchewan. With my dad. We're both just walking along the highway. Walking along the Yellowhead, actually. Only in retrospect does it become apparent that, though we're walking to Saskatchewan, that we're walking in the exact opposite direction. It's probably a cloudy summer day, there's green grass, no snow, but no harsh sun beating down on us either. We walk from Edmonton as far as the Highway 43 exit, and then some. I remember thinking, "Oh, maybe we should take a break," and then realizing that if we did stop walking at this point that we've driven ourselves too hard and that our muscles would begin to seize and we physically wouldn't be able to continue on. I realize I've forgotten the keys to the truck. We end up getting to a sub-division which, coincidentally, looks exactly like the sub-division I grew up in. I comment about this, in-dream, and shrug it off to unimaginative urban development. I mean, why wouldn't there be sub-divisions exactly the same as one another? This one is currently being built as well, so really, they're only reusing an plan that hasn't been used in 30 years. We walk up to the house that would be ours, and find a truck exactly like our own. We steal it. Yet we don't? We end up travelling along the road on an exercise bike that, conveniently, also has wheels and can be rode along the highway like a regular bike. I'm in control, my dad is sitting behind me, and somewhere along the line we picked up some lady that they knew. They're sitting on the back of the exercise bike as we approach a turn-off followed by a bend in the road. They're wrapped up in their conversation, and I don't know which route I'm supposed to take, so I end up going over the side and in to a shallow rocky pond. I look behind me to see that my dad and this lady had already jumped off, as I lay there in the water. And then I woke up.

...and then I woke up.

I was driving my car, but controlling it remotely, like a drone car. Which made it easier to weave in and out of traffic. But then I lost sight of it, and couldn't find it. I guess it'd gone off somewhere, crashed into the woods near a police officers picnic. So, y'know, I had to go searching for my car, but without telling any of the cops, who conveniently would've been the people mostly likely to know where the car had gone. I didn't want them to know that I'd been driving recklessly, and I didn't want to fuck up the truck. Which was, like, sorta the truck, and sorta my car, but it also had Jamee's car alarm. I would periodically hit the panic button, to get a sense of where off in the distance the car was. It took a little bit of figuring out, but I did figure that the car was moving, and somebody would turn off the alarm every time I started it. Turns out it'd been found by some manner of mountain man, who was dressed up like the Yeti's from The Mighty Boosh, where the "fur" of the yeti was actually the hair of people and animals that the mountain men had scalped. I think at some point I might've found his home out in the woods, and I might've run in to his family. Last thing I recall was climbing a hill badly, to get at the built in computer interface that all hills *obviously* have. Dwaine Groth was there, I recall feeling awkwardness stemming from the conflict between his blue-collarness and my white-collarness. THought I'd since him since grade 6, but... I don't think so.

Dream Log, 16 March 2011

Had a dream last night. Bryce was there, dunno why or in what capacity [probably because chicks love anal]. There was an oldish man, maybe I wanted to talk to him? He couldn't talk 'cause he was chasing after these two guys who were stealing a big red [combine harvester? I have no idea what that looks like, but in my dream that's what it was called] machine. The old man grabbed one of the guys and gave him a right hefty throw off the machine on to the ground, where he lay motionless for awhile, whilst the old man took care of the other dude. I walked up to one of them as they were on the ground. He had a little bottle of gasoline--as if they made flask sized plastic bottles you could carry around, for an emergency. He had long greasy orangish hair, and I dumped all the gasoline on him, and made motions as though I was gonna light him on fire. All I had was a Bic lighter, so it would've been more difficult. He started talking some words about how he wasn't really stealing, and it was the old man who was at fault. I don't remember very well. In the end, I decided not to light the man on fire. The last thing I remember before my alarm woke me was the long haired fellow pulling clumps of hair off his head. I think he was sad, I think he was proud of his long greasy hair. It was still long, just not as long.

New Dream

Dreamt last night that me and some others ended up "back in time".
It was 1967, or maybe earlier and hipper. I was excited, because it was an opportunity for me to really put my knowledge of history to good use (ie, to my benefit). There was a group of us that went back in time, people I knew, but didn't, y'know?
I remember hassling, in the lightest sense of the word, some dude about weed, or liquor, only to have him reply that he was in to this new drug, LSD. So naturally I tried to suss out some of that instead.
There was another dude, doing other things, and I don't remember.
There was a woman who came back, and made the mistake of falling in love, and getting knocked up.
For some reason I have an image of a sunny day, on a golf course. Otherwise it's all hanging out inside with dim lights, like a smoking den, all orange and auburn.
I'm not convinced that this didn't really happen in some capacity.

Dreams July 28/29

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Herpes for Xmas

"I'm gonna give you herpes for Christmas. I have herpes, and you can have it too!"

What if there was a superhero, and his only power was to make Sara Gilbert dream of people?
"You've gotta save the president!"
...and then they do save the president, but they do it through Sara Gilbert dreaming about someone and then it causes a chain reaction that somehow involves saving the president...

GRAND THEFT AUTO: KONNNICHIWA BITCHES!

I am a gay Japanese gangster in a GTA-style game; I am on a rampage; ... forget why ... I have a boyfriend and am groping him, sucking his cock

naught but

"But they weren’t there yet. And this warm June evening, standing near the barbeque, enjoying the cool, refreshing taste of an ice-cold Stella, watching the steak sizzle, Caralee slowly sauntered up to meet him, totally effortless, and sight-stoppingly in excess of style, and feigned purpose, and authority. He’ll never remember, never forget those oh so short-short tennis shorts, all 70’s Adidas green, with a white racing stripe, designed to inspire you to notice the whole length of her legs, her perfectly smooth, ivory-soft legs, the trick was how to adore them without drawing attention to oneself. "

Fun facts

It has been 20 months and I still have nightmares. Faith that is directed outward, away from ourselves is like a fire hose pointed away from the fire. La valeur d'une blanche est le double de la valeur d'une noire.

Last night's unpleasant dreams included: the Smashing Pumpkins were playing in Edmonton, but for some reason they completely bailed out, and the Dangereus had to pretend to be them in performance. At least that's how it seemed in retrospect. At the time, it was just like: shit, for some reason they've got me playing James Iha's guitar parts. I've never even listened to the Smashing Pumpkins. I sure don't know how to play the guitar. I bumbled through one song playing a bunch of random notes really quietly, and then I and [Tezcatlipoca] (yeah, you were there too) went backstage to confer about something before the next one. I had a microphone that I was nervously fiddling with, not realizing it was connected to the sound system, so the entire audience heard my nervous heavy breathing and mumbled complaints. We came back out and the entire audience had left except for a bunch of naïvely smiling grannies sitting in the front few rows (who clearly had no idea that this is not what a rock concert was supposed to sound like). I looked around in dismay. Then I decided to propose to the rest of the band: to hell with this Smashing Pumpkins shit! We could either play a really godawful SP concert or a really *awesome* Dangereus show. Strangely, boys, you were pretty hard to convince. Somehow before we played I ended up answering a question from a woman in one of the front rows: she wanted to know whether our music was "dangerous" because we were just sort of making it up and thus at great personal risk of fucking it up or something. Disturbed that she seemed to be familiar with our band's appellation and debut album, I asked her why she chose that particular word—but then I noticed it was [the ex-girlfriend of former Dangereu Garga Wash].