Discussing nightly dreams has become a topic
with the GSC lunchers. I had at three last night:
The first happened maybe around 5 am, as it
was punctuated by a rolling over in bed and a glance at
the clock. My family went out on the ocean on boat,
that contained two huge pontoons, the rest of the boat was made of a mish mash of tarps and cheap plastic. Really slow,
and really manouverable, and the name of the boat was
Sagedogs. I'm sure there was lots of other stuff
going on, but the rest is lost in the fog.
Atsushi came by at 8:30 am to pick up my roommate
John for the snow camping trip, and I could hear voices
in the other room. I fell back into a deeper sleep around
9 am. This time there was a woman, with long reddish orange
hair. And we travelled with a group of other acquaintances,
again by boat, to some strange form of 16th century
Italy. A dark haired, sinister Machiavellian man who had been wooing the woman and the trip over was there.
It got dark and the three of us laid down in some large
bed. The man and woman side by side, with me crouched
uncomfortably at the foot of the bed. The man got up
at some point, and I turned 90 degrees, so that my feet
were beside the womans waist and vice versa. At this point we began flirting, playing footsies and kicking the
covers around. This went on for some time, as in reality,
my covers had done a 90 degree turn at some point in the
night, and there was no longer any sheet protection for
my feet. Eventually we got up, and the dark haired man
came back. He wanted me to leave and I was saying he should go. He became threatining, as he was known to ahve a gang of thieves and thugs under his command.
So I took a small, very sharp bread knife, and began hacking
the fingers off his left hand. At this point he began
screaming and noticed that his fingers were very small.
I looked closer and noticed that his hand was the size and
shape of a fork. Then I woke up.
Oh, and I also dreamed about Maid Marian at some point last night too. Maid Marian was Beej's brother (Beej is my cat), but he was killed by a car four years ago. Not
much happened in the dream, I just noticed the cat, and
start petting it, saying, "how come I never pay attention
to you anymore kity?"