My dream quest continues. I’m at something like 10 days straight, with the exception of one where I know that I had a dream, but can’t remember it. There are three-ish from the past two days:
1) Adam and I are walking through the woods in the winter when something charges us barking furiously. It’s a mountain lion/bobcat. I pin it to the ground, then we shove it out some door into a nearby river.
2a) We’re in a 6 story house, a nice one. Tim and Justin “Flaming J” Fleming are sleeping on couches in sleeping bags downstairs. Adam is looking for a bathroom. I’m looking for some hidden place in which to sleep. I stumble in upon several startled people as I look.
2b) In the morning Tim and Justin wake up (now we’re in my house in the ‘ville) to find that some drifter is trying to break in. Bolstered by the fact that there are two other able bodied young men there, I let him in. Nothing ensues.
3a) I’m in NYC, some crappy part like Queens, with my brother, some of his friends, friends from Goshen and a couple of people from Bucknell. Much of the dream focuses on peeing, since I had to do that in real life at the time. I peed at least three times, once in a sink which I thought was a urinal. As the bar clears out, I get in a discussion with a couple of Bucknellians where I am eviscertated for being a bad teammate/friend/person in general, so I’m a little depressed when it comes time to pee in the dream again. One of my brother’s friends has begun a game of Monopoly with strangers, and I have to pull him away.
3b) We go to a subway when I realize that my wallet is gone. I slip out and start searching for it, only to find it back in my pocket, miraclously. As I stumble my way back toward the subway (I’m somewhat drunk in the dream), I happen upon a random outdoor party, where I realize that I have a 90 degree Red Stripe in my hand. As I pound it, the cops show up. I am in the midst of getting in trouble when they find that I’m wanted for owing $108K to a credit card company. Upon further review, it is determined that Bess has stolen my identity to start a high end clothes business. I don’t turn her in and go to jail.
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Ha ha ha ha ha… were you recently talking to Lara or Sps about the beer garden in Astoria or something?
I almost think that a Native American shaman crept up to your campsite out in Cali and, like, doused you guys with spiritualized dream-enhancing peyote & rattlesnake-venom flakes in your sleep, so that you’d forever dream of what it was like before plumbing when bobcats ran rampant, and other lessons from before Salvador Dali came and constructed doorframes in the middle of forests.