Dreams
Laura, Peach, Dave and I are floating around some medieval landscape in a hot air balloon. A man on a chestnut mare is on the ground watching us as we come in to land. He then rides up to us and tells us that 'King is in trouble'. There is then a series of disjointed images which might form a story one day.
What the hell does this mean? The four balloonists are people I know, though I don't know Peach or Dave well enough to know their web presence. For the moment, let us consider them to be persons of mystery in, respectively, New York and New Jersey. Laura is the pretty and famous Laurasauras, of whom I have spokne of elsewhere, and to on Discord and in the throes of face to face conversation in these infected and paranoid times.
Is there, for example, any significance to the man on the horse, the colour of the horse, where it falls on the equine gender spectrum, and most importantly the lack of an article in the man's report that 'King is in trouble'? Which King does he mean? A king in a medieval dreamscape seems reasonablr enough, des rigueur one might call it if one were more confident of their French, but why treat 'king' as a proper noun? John King? Some movie?
In dream 2, my darling Kelvatari and I are at the Capitol in Washington DC. We're both following Senator Seager there. He is a Democrat from some state or other. Everyone is being scanned by wands for COVID. People are wearing various types of mask. I have forgotten mine, so Kelva runs back for it, and for my cane. Senator Seager says that no blind or vision handicapped person be scanned, so they refrain from scanning me. Seager walks into the main room of the building, while I wait for Kelva. Eventually, I walk out of the building and as I'm walked along I feel someone brush against me. I move away to give them space and they press against me. I keep moving until I hit the wall of the Capitol. I turn to see who this shoving arsehole is, and it's Kelva, with my mask and cane. She is very snarky.
Capitol? A Democrat senator? I prefer the Democrats tothe Republicans when I think about american politics at all, because Lincoln was a Republican, but what significance is al the mask and scanning etc. Perhaps it's a subconscious anxiety about travelling to, and getting into, the US in March, becauase, after 39 fucking minutes of clicking away on the goddamn Sodomite qantas website I was able to use my flight credit from 2020 that ScoMo so gladly first created and then fucked up the arse for me Alan Joyce style.
It is important to note that these dreams were had after seven cans of Jamesons, Lime and Dry during a six-hour marathon conversation which was to try and mediate a dispute occurring on the Larry Niven chat.