Recalling the humanity crushing
Sitting down as I did to read a book shortly after experiencing turkey delight, I began to recall the dreams of nights past. You know, when a certain something jars your mind and brings those exciting and/or horrifying events to the forefront of your mind. Some interesting items began to re-emerge.
4 nights ago A dream of a new movie to be released (direct to home video). Dick's Clan: The Nordmeyer Story. That's right, I had a vision of a movie being released, on VHS only, that told the story of the beloved neighborhood friendship. A picture on the back of the video, as I recall, showed the actor playing Dick as he held a baby to the sky. I scoffed at the actor playing him, thinking that he didn't fit the bill. Adam was played by that annoying kid from the Leave it to Beaver movie. The movie has an interesting concept, and I'm sure some even more interesting and apalling twists.
3 nights ago An investigation of a fatal rural car crash led me to a rural mansion, buried deep within the woods and behind an intimidating gate. What was even more intimidating was my invitation to view what I like to refer to as the "funeral pool," which consisted of a large indoor pool with cloudy green water and indoor/outdoor carpet for a deck. I was told that dead bodies lie in the pool, (at or near the bottom) and if there was anyone that I wanted to view I could simply pull them out and take a gander. Very vivid, very horrific. I still have a lingering sense of fright in remembrance. Such a strange idea of a memorial or preserve could be used in some other story, which I may do.
Last night I entered yet another mansion that seemed to serve as my semi-permanent dwelling that I shared with a few other guys. I planned to take care of some fish that seemed in need of my special care. They were exotic species probably. One arrogant large white fish was swimming in the air outside of the tank. I new what I had to do, as in get him back in that water, so I grabbed it. That's when it turned into an angry white cat that attacked my left thumb with a ferocity. I remained cool and simply used the cat's phobia against it. I had the puzzle solved I thought. I dunked it back in the water at which point it drowned and turned back into the fish, but without the hot-headedness. Now the problem would be explaining this, which I attempted to do, to BORT himself as he administered first-aid. "I know you'll never believe this..." as I explained exactly what happened. "You probably think I'm on acid." Which is possible in the dream world I guess, even if I wasn't aware.
So, interpret how you will. Maybe this points to some sort of strange supressed sexual desire or a harmul insecurity that will come back to haunt me in my later life (as dreams usually indicate). Or maybe all of the Nyquil previously ingested is beginning to catch up to me. In any case, I like it, and only hope I can keep up the good work.
In one other related point, I'm real fed up with mini-vans with DVD players on the road. Yesterday one flashed me with their lights several times simply because I wouldn't speed up to hurry my passing of a truck. Well fuck off Mr. and Mrs. Jenkinson. I know that getting you, your kids and your nauseating excuse for family unity (the van) back in the suburban Chicago garage is important, but me smashing those beautiful windows and doors with a tire iron and fucking with your electronics via remote mind control will burn a fear into those children that will cause them more trauma than their life at home already has caused them (if that's possible). So tell your mini-van driving friends to cut the bullshit and just smile at passerbys passively, as to not further reduce their already miniscule amount of dignity.
Good night now. Words of the week: Don't let your inspirations drag you into desperation.
4 nights ago A dream of a new movie to be released (direct to home video). Dick's Clan: The Nordmeyer Story. That's right, I had a vision of a movie being released, on VHS only, that told the story of the beloved neighborhood friendship. A picture on the back of the video, as I recall, showed the actor playing Dick as he held a baby to the sky. I scoffed at the actor playing him, thinking that he didn't fit the bill. Adam was played by that annoying kid from the Leave it to Beaver movie. The movie has an interesting concept, and I'm sure some even more interesting and apalling twists.
3 nights ago An investigation of a fatal rural car crash led me to a rural mansion, buried deep within the woods and behind an intimidating gate. What was even more intimidating was my invitation to view what I like to refer to as the "funeral pool," which consisted of a large indoor pool with cloudy green water and indoor/outdoor carpet for a deck. I was told that dead bodies lie in the pool, (at or near the bottom) and if there was anyone that I wanted to view I could simply pull them out and take a gander. Very vivid, very horrific. I still have a lingering sense of fright in remembrance. Such a strange idea of a memorial or preserve could be used in some other story, which I may do.
Last night I entered yet another mansion that seemed to serve as my semi-permanent dwelling that I shared with a few other guys. I planned to take care of some fish that seemed in need of my special care. They were exotic species probably. One arrogant large white fish was swimming in the air outside of the tank. I new what I had to do, as in get him back in that water, so I grabbed it. That's when it turned into an angry white cat that attacked my left thumb with a ferocity. I remained cool and simply used the cat's phobia against it. I had the puzzle solved I thought. I dunked it back in the water at which point it drowned and turned back into the fish, but without the hot-headedness. Now the problem would be explaining this, which I attempted to do, to BORT himself as he administered first-aid. "I know you'll never believe this..." as I explained exactly what happened. "You probably think I'm on acid." Which is possible in the dream world I guess, even if I wasn't aware.
So, interpret how you will. Maybe this points to some sort of strange supressed sexual desire or a harmul insecurity that will come back to haunt me in my later life (as dreams usually indicate). Or maybe all of the Nyquil previously ingested is beginning to catch up to me. In any case, I like it, and only hope I can keep up the good work.
In one other related point, I'm real fed up with mini-vans with DVD players on the road. Yesterday one flashed me with their lights several times simply because I wouldn't speed up to hurry my passing of a truck. Well fuck off Mr. and Mrs. Jenkinson. I know that getting you, your kids and your nauseating excuse for family unity (the van) back in the suburban Chicago garage is important, but me smashing those beautiful windows and doors with a tire iron and fucking with your electronics via remote mind control will burn a fear into those children that will cause them more trauma than their life at home already has caused them (if that's possible). So tell your mini-van driving friends to cut the bullshit and just smile at passerbys passively, as to not further reduce their already miniscule amount of dignity.
Good night now. Words of the week: Don't let your inspirations drag you into desperation.
posted by fiestawizard at 10:17 PM
1 Comments:
Inspirational concepts! I guess that your mind stored up some creative concepts during your prior weeks of mild-to-moderate stress and angst. It's good to know that your mind is always on your side, trying to impress you like a new lover.
During the extended turkey weekend, I had no such dreams. I *DID* play 1) Monopoly, and 2) Life. Lost at both, but came close enough to NOT losing so as to make both enjoyable. Did not cheat even once, except for basic Jedi mind tricks, such as "everyone think of NINE right now" and then rolling one die a four and the other a five, totaling nine, allowing me to advance to Free Parking, collecting the 2 thousand dollars that had collected there. Things like that, moreso than outright cheating, can make people dislike you, I discovered. The funny part was, the next person also rolled a nine, so I assume I was playing with some folks with powerful (unconscious, untapped?) visualization skills.
This reminds me of your DVD-in-the-minivan thing, which is true: these people are generally horrible. But so are minivan drivers without DVDs, I think. Not always, just usually. It would be cool to get a remote control though, just to temporarily disrupt that episode of "Rugrats," thereby forcing the people in said van to actually engage with one another, perhaps getting into a fight even. I guess that parents these days rarely, if ever, say, "You knock it off RIGHT NOW or I'm pulling over and you can WALK home!" Instead, they just put in an ultraviolent DVD I guess, for example, "Mighty Ducks 3."
Here: It's raining out. Dangerous streets. Watch out!
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