Vaguely Related To A Comment About My Scary Corners...
Third post of the day. Must be bored...
I just realized that I haven't recorded any of the weird-ass dreams that I've been having lately (well, I've told MB, which always results in a lot of silent, scared, owl-like blinking from him - but that doesn't count and he'd probably appreciate it if I tormented others with my dreams instead of him). Here are some cherry ones from the last few days:
Sand dune buggy rally racing with minouette.
I have no idea where this one came from but its probably vaguely related to those awesome flying/gliding/skimming water dreams that I have from time to time. The overarching theme is speed and complete exhilaration. They are my favorite kind of dream. In this one, minouette, synap and I were all in a sport rally dune buggy and M. was driving. We were on our way somewhere and then M. took a wrong turn and we were suddenly in the middle of a dune buggy race and catching some super-sick air while leap frogging over huge sand dunes. We were all yelling and hooting and having a blast. The hang time over some of those impossible dunes made it seem like we were actually gliding like seagulls or something. It was disappointing when I woke up.
Blowing up a hotel with ice.
Now I just saw a video about ice tsunamis but I didn't know anything about that before I had this dream so I don't think there's a correlation. Basically, me and a partner tricked a whole bunch of people into fleeing to the hotel's basement, and then we buried them under several tons of ice. We walked away (like you do) and the whole place blew up in one of those really impressive slow-mo movie ways (like 'splodeys are wont to do). It was incredibly badass. And then I spent the rest of the dream doing customer service (?) and trying to get the surviving hotel guests booked into other hotels. Yeah, strange.
Being a serial killer and trying to negotiate day-to-day stuff. Like going to the post office.
This is actually less bizarre than it sounds considering that I've been writing a story about a killer with a boring day job. We always meet these guys when they snap and they implement their nefarious plan to burn the world down, but we never imagine all of those trips to the bank or Home Depot for years previous to their meltdowns, do we? So that's what I've been doing. Anyway, I had a dream where I was the character that I've been writing and was faced with one incredibly obtuse human after another, and it was all about my internal dialog that convinced me not to kill everyone I met. It was sort of hilarious.
Okay, that's it. As you were...
I just realized that I haven't recorded any of the weird-ass dreams that I've been having lately (well, I've told MB, which always results in a lot of silent, scared, owl-like blinking from him - but that doesn't count and he'd probably appreciate it if I tormented others with my dreams instead of him). Here are some cherry ones from the last few days:
Sand dune buggy rally racing with minouette.
I have no idea where this one came from but its probably vaguely related to those awesome flying/gliding/skimming water dreams that I have from time to time. The overarching theme is speed and complete exhilaration. They are my favorite kind of dream. In this one, minouette, synap and I were all in a sport rally dune buggy and M. was driving. We were on our way somewhere and then M. took a wrong turn and we were suddenly in the middle of a dune buggy race and catching some super-sick air while leap frogging over huge sand dunes. We were all yelling and hooting and having a blast. The hang time over some of those impossible dunes made it seem like we were actually gliding like seagulls or something. It was disappointing when I woke up.
Blowing up a hotel with ice.
Now I just saw a video about ice tsunamis but I didn't know anything about that before I had this dream so I don't think there's a correlation. Basically, me and a partner tricked a whole bunch of people into fleeing to the hotel's basement, and then we buried them under several tons of ice. We walked away (like you do) and the whole place blew up in one of those really impressive slow-mo movie ways (like 'splodeys are wont to do). It was incredibly badass. And then I spent the rest of the dream doing customer service (?) and trying to get the surviving hotel guests booked into other hotels. Yeah, strange.
Being a serial killer and trying to negotiate day-to-day stuff. Like going to the post office.
This is actually less bizarre than it sounds considering that I've been writing a story about a killer with a boring day job. We always meet these guys when they snap and they implement their nefarious plan to burn the world down, but we never imagine all of those trips to the bank or Home Depot for years previous to their meltdowns, do we? So that's what I've been doing. Anyway, I had a dream where I was the character that I've been writing and was faced with one incredibly obtuse human after another, and it was all about my internal dialog that convinced me not to kill everyone I met. It was sort of hilarious.
Okay, that's it. As you were...