Night before last I dreamed I was doing lethal kung fu against Amazon PR assassin clones, like these 10 foot tall Bloodborne-looking dudes and some Ghost in the Shell ladies. I could fly kinda badly. It wasn’t a cakewalk but it made me feel like a badass in my lil scenario. This morning I dreamed I was involved in a mob fight and when the dust cleared the room had been stripped to a concrete floor and random plastic sheets. Muppets that had been partially embedded in the concrete stirred. As Kermit stood up, plastic sheets stuck to his back and were dragged behind him, looking like angel wings. It was very poetic. Also I had a reason I was trying to make sandals out of string cheese.
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LykeX says
Last night I had a variation of a dream I’ve had several times: The one where I’m in a library with interesting books, but, for one reason or another, I don’t get to read them.
This time it was a big book called “Islamic Numbers”, about number theory of medieval Arabic mathematicians; beautifully bound, with red ink.
Great American Satan says
Dreams are up to no good.
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LykeX says
Indeed. It’s like being trolled by your own brain.