Dreamed a couple days back that I was at some sort of museum with a model of a steam punk city of the future complete with some sort of elevated train thing. There was some sort of heist going on on the train and one of the high jackers fell from the train into some sort of vat along with a body someone had previous ditched there, and the body revived as some sort of slime zombie that, returning to it being a scale model, was a danger to a cat that I was trying to keep out of the room.
Just woke up from a dream where I was asked last minute to play guitar last minute over a live hip hop set. In addition to being super nervous because I had zero practice, not much of a plan and I’m not a very good guitar player, I was running around a large multi floor house I was living in somehow with my parents trying to find all my stuff—my pedal board, guitar cables, my amp—and they were all in separate rooms buried beneath stuff for some reason. My mom was being uncharacteristically weird about loaning me her ebow.
All my gear was my real gear but when it came to finding my amp, all I could find was a practice amp that was some sort of mesh bag with a speaker in it.
Dreamed i was watching some long lost Urusei Yatsura OVA that had a completely different artstyle and mostly seemed to be about Shinobu angrily driving a tank. At first it seemed to be cheaply animated, but then there was a sequence where the camera was sort of behind her on the tank (she was sort of sticking out of a cockpit, and the other characters were clinging onto the top of the tank) and she was flattening all the parked cars on a street and tearing up a front yard while doing a 3 point turn and i was like “wow this is pretty good”.
Then it switched to me being with Ataru in my mother’s backyard and he was being scammed by some finance bro. I threatened violence against this guy but he wasn’t intimidated and got ready for a throwdown and i think the dream sort of short circuited because my brain didn’t have enough memories to draw on to know what to do in that situation
i was wandering around some kind of convention, trying to refine a premise for a mystery-horror ttrpg scenario in my head, but i could not quite come up with a central supernatural event that triggered the right kind of frisson in myself, eventually wandering out with a few companions along train tracks and water works, then a dirt bike park bordered by cramped white bungalows set apart by rows of tall, old trees. “find some weird aspect of an organism’s lifecycle and make a crude analogy for it in the human realm. something involving transformation and predation.” the weather was very nice, and there was no traffic anywhere
Had a dream my parents were visiting Tokyo and somehow we wound up going to a boob themed theme cafe. It wasn’t exactly an adult establishment, just a cafe that had boob themed foods and drinks. But there was an option to pay a waitress a small amount for her to quickly flash you, which we didn’t do but I witnessed another customer order.
I watched what was supposed to be a short that was televised in the 70s about nuclear war, and it was framed as a conversation between two big name actual actors whom the snooze button has made me forget the specifics of (but it was something like Orson Wells representing the west and Telly Salvalis as a Russian). The whole conversation was essentially a game of chicken as a nearby nuclear bomb counted down. The film ends with not Orson Wells stumbling away from the table and falling on the grass in a freeze frame as there’s both a low budget superimposed fire layer on the screen and a shifted solid black posterization of his outline that appears behind him (think old school Doctor Who effects) as a reference to the Hiroshima shadow. Patrick McGoohan was in the credits as one of the writers.
Then I went to the world’s smallest guitar center to try to find a last minute gift for a friend and I settled on a guitar built into a rustic but well varnished chunk of wood for the shockingly low price of $179. It felt both suspiciously cheap bringing its quality into question and more than he’d probably pay for it himself. In the non dream world he used to have a 2x4 with a scavenged pick up stuck in it and some untuned strings nailed to it but it got lost in a move or something.
Finally I was playing some sort of janky mmo /super hero flight sim and I intentionally woke up some sort of massive fire genie guy triggering some really big boss fight but the combat and flying sucked so just chatted while other people were fighting it.
Lots of dreams about media rather than actually doing stuff. Thats probably not a good sign.
I just dreamed that I was with my parents at their old house. We were sitting by the pool. For some reason my buddy’s cat was there. Suddenly, the cat reared up and jumped over the fence. I climbed up and looked over it to see Pete Buttigieg skulking around out there. The cat had pounced him. I apologized and got the cat back. Then, ten minutes later, the Bandsintown app on my phone that’s supposed to alert me to concerts in my area instead initiated a voice call that picked up on its own, on speaker. It was Mayor Pete. He told my family and I that he wanted to demolish our neighborhood and build a huge shopping tower. If we agreed to it, he’d give us our own shop in the tower.
This seemed shady, not least because he seemed to hack a phone app to tell me this. My family and I debated it but then I realized Pete was covertly listening to us through the phone. Sneaky bastard. I threw my phone in the pool and shouted over the fence that we weren’t interested.
I was trying to find a car meet with a friend. We ended up in a sort of weird country hang in a corn field where we tried Ayahuasca, decided it was terrible. (It mostly made walking hard). We got on a school bus to get out of there. I purchased someone’s car on the way out before realizing on the bus (I carried the car under my arm on to the bus) that I didnt have the money. So I undid the decision by thinking really hard. This caused the active conversation about said car to derail as everyone lost context for what they were saying.
Anyway, eventually the bus became a car as we arrived at a school (where else do busses go?). I was threatened at gun point by someone who it turns out was a black panther. they shot at me and the bullet just kind of slid out of the gun. I told them it must be expired. they handed me the gun and we tried firing the rest of the bullets into the air with mixed results. Old bullets man. No good. We went into the school where we found the armory they were operating. They were canning bullets in “for my family” brand soup cans and shipping them out. I asked if the bullets were fresh and there was some discussion about if that was even a thing.
While they figured that out I checked out the buffet and then hit up the bathroom where I ran into david bowie. I told him to check out the black panther bullet buffet and showed him the way but got lost. He corrected me (“its over here love”) but was gleeful he was going to beat me to the buffet. There was a big brown curtain running down the center of the room and we were all sort of chasing each other under it like little kids. I never got to the buffet.
I’m in an audience listening to a presenter do a dramatic reading of a school paper I wrote. I’m pretty confident that this is an actual paper I actually wrote, and as it’s being read I’m reminded that it includes some of my favorite jokes I’ve ever written.
The paper is told by its writer, who is unknowingly also a character inside the paper, being a person from the future (or possibly past) who likes to include references to the 21st century, but understands the 21st century significantly less than he thinks he does. Whenever he needs to include examples for the paper’s topic he starts by introducing two characters with elaborate backstories that have no thing to do with the example, and then throws in the third character, a cowboy named Coop, who the author doesn’t like and provides no motivation for and is also unnecessary for the example. Coop ends up getting the majority of the lines, because they’re usually textbook definitions with a lot of “I reckon” and “get a rollin” and “mighty doggin’ that’s what.” thrown in. The one example that sticks with me is the author putting himself on the spot to provide any backstory for Coop at all settles on “He sells… chicken coops, I guess.”
Anyways as this is being read I am cracking up being reminded of all these jokes I wrote and forgot about. The presenter mostly understands the mood I was going for, but is stumbling over my word choices. The audience is dead silent; they don’t get it at all. I end up waking myself up laughing at one of the jokes.
There was a white elephant gift exchange where was a bunch of stuff was just loosely available in pit. A replica moonlight great sword was among it. No one wanted it, and they ended up just burying it with the rest of the passed up stuff.
I don’t know if this is my brain telling me to go back to that estate sale with all the tape decks one more time.
I dreamed I died and became a fish. At some point another fish asked what death is and what it was for, and I gave a sarcastic answer saying it was for all the stupid reasons people have for letting people die or kill people, enumerating a handful.
yesterday i went to a gamedev thing and last night i dreamed about talking to 2 nazis about their indie game crowdfunding platform. they kept namedropping “esoteric” books for internet people and i kept trying to convince them to read czeslaw milosz instead for some reason. i woke up feeling greasy for not just telling them to fuck themselves.
told my sleep paralysis demon to fuck off and it did and I was like “damn, he got back” (as in he had a nice butt, it was flat tbh) before he tried to grab my legs thru the bed
I ran into my old friend John Rhys-Davies (old friend from dimension sliding no doubt) at the mall. He explained how I don’t run into him anymore because he lives in Marrakesh now and he’s just back for a visit.
I dreamed a lot of things last night but the one thing that stuck out was some spin-off of Adventure Time about a character called the cucumber Prince, that kept constantly doing scene transitions with stop motion fruit and vegetables, with a soundtrack that was a bit like an acapella version of the Seinfeld music, with lots of lip smacking sounds