Dreams usually evaporate faster than political promises and, unlike those promises, I'm somewhat curious as to what may be in them ... but ... not so much after various reminders.
I do remember the part about Lotho saying he would move my ears ... to North Carolina. In the dream that was the place where the tinnitus can be fixed and I won't hear sirens all the time. It's only one high-pitch frequency, most unusual. There's a little bit of a wiggle on it but not much.
Moving me ears was a bit disconcerting as, bro, I think me ears would happier staying here with me.
Hey, wtf, it's a dream. It's probably about sex but I'm not clever enough to realize it.
There was also the light through a crack in the doorway of what had to have been a flashlight on the porch. Holy shit, they're coming so I grabbed The Whacker, a huge flashlight here for much-needed illumination of the Rockhouse rock room and stoner palace which is a true danger for walking. It is postulated it will serve for self-defense but, thus far, has never needed testing.
There was a call to Yevette to watch the back because those sneaky bastards never come the way you expect them to come. If I guard the front with The Whacker, what difference does it make if they sneak in the back and sucker-thug me.
(Ed: how should Yevette defend the back?)
Just as poorly as I defend the front so ... we get dead ... tragic (sob).
Rats, I knew I should have written it down when it awakened me last night. It wasn't terrifying so much as holy wtf is this. There was more disjointed weirdness and that's a personal favorite of mine.
Unsure if this tops the one in which the small blue people with huge teeth wanted to kill me and eat me so they could steal my Bic lighter.
(Ed: what about sex dreams? Let's hear some dirt?)
Sorry to disappoint you on that one, Hugh Hefner, as those would happen sometimes as a young 'un but they would only awaken me and what good is that. Tease me, bitch (larfs).
I do remember the part about Lotho saying he would move my ears ... to North Carolina. In the dream that was the place where the tinnitus can be fixed and I won't hear sirens all the time. It's only one high-pitch frequency, most unusual. There's a little bit of a wiggle on it but not much.
Moving me ears was a bit disconcerting as, bro, I think me ears would happier staying here with me.
Hey, wtf, it's a dream. It's probably about sex but I'm not clever enough to realize it.
There was also the light through a crack in the doorway of what had to have been a flashlight on the porch. Holy shit, they're coming so I grabbed The Whacker, a huge flashlight here for much-needed illumination of the Rockhouse rock room and stoner palace which is a true danger for walking. It is postulated it will serve for self-defense but, thus far, has never needed testing.
There was a call to Yevette to watch the back because those sneaky bastards never come the way you expect them to come. If I guard the front with The Whacker, what difference does it make if they sneak in the back and sucker-thug me.
(Ed: how should Yevette defend the back?)
Just as poorly as I defend the front so ... we get dead ... tragic (sob).
Rats, I knew I should have written it down when it awakened me last night. It wasn't terrifying so much as holy wtf is this. There was more disjointed weirdness and that's a personal favorite of mine.
Unsure if this tops the one in which the small blue people with huge teeth wanted to kill me and eat me so they could steal my Bic lighter.
(Ed: what about sex dreams? Let's hear some dirt?)
Sorry to disappoint you on that one, Hugh Hefner, as those would happen sometimes as a young 'un but they would only awaken me and what good is that. Tease me, bitch (larfs).
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