As stated in an earlier blog, I don’t typically remember my dreams. However, I’ve had the same one (or variations of it) for several nights in a row.
I meet an old friend at a nice, upscale bar. I recall it being very brown in color. She had put on weight- about 100 lbs- and was lamenting about this. I remember, even in the dream, that she would do that even if she hadn’t gained weight.
After a few drinks, we go next door (literally) to what I can only describe as a shanty-town amusement park. All the rides were twisted versions of other things. You know that spinning-plate-on-the-stick trick? Imagine you on the plate except the “plate” is an old, stained mattress and the “stick” is a 50-ft pole. Weird-ass, dangerous crap like that.
Things progress along these lines for a while when there is a sudden sharp switch.
We and the other park attendees are fighting alien invaders which are dressed like the stormtroopers from Spaceballs. I remember a part where I was hiding with several other attendees and a human-sized anthropomorphic potato when one of the troopers came upon us. I hulked-up, grabbed the trooper by his face, lifted him off the ground, and slammed his head into the wooden floor (for some reason, I recall we were not on the ground floor). While he was down, I grabbed his helmet (which was strapped to his head) and twisted it 180. Then I picked up one of those brass stands that velvet ropes attach to and piledrove it into his groin as hard as possible. The potato-man looked at me and said in a quiet, calming voice, “I think you got him.”
I remember little snippets like that.
I can’t help to wonder what Sigmund Freud would make of my dreams :)
7 years ago
