Another shower of oddball dreams, and after two consecutive dinners of nothing spicier than a mild beef vegetable soup with cornbread, too.
The old MacSkull Air must be defragging its hard drive. Or just fragging it.
Why else would I be dreaming about three things I haven’t been doing lately — cyclocross, burro racing, and cartooning — all in one long dark night of the soul?
Maybe my cranial janitor came back from an extended coffee break to find a new supervisor scowling at him, with arms crossed and one foot a-tapping.
“Have you seen the state of this place? Acid flashbacks piled up here, empty liquor bottles scattered over there, and just look at this fantasy closet! No, on second thought, just nail that fucker shut. Nobody needs to see that shit. One quick peek and I had to book a double session with my shrink. So, deep clean, new carpet and drywall, and fresh paint all around. Chop-chop!”
When I arose and toddled into the kitchen in search of the Ebony Elixir of Life, Herself was fiddling with a Panasonic bread machine that she and her sisters found at some estate sale last fall, and I was onboarded as a consultant before I could decide whether I was actually awake.
A quick glance around took in zero sisters, so after two cups of the black velvety goodness and one fat slice of buttered cornbread I put my two cents’ worth into the project and now we await the results. If you hear of a mushroom cloud over Albuquerque and the Authorities say it smells like bread you’ll know the backstory.
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Been having those same weird dreams the last year or so. I too wonder if it is because McSkull 1.0 is overloaded with seven decades of history and is starting to have disk and defragmentation errors. We are both in that age group.
Other night, I had a dream that a scientist working for General Motors was developing an AI secret but had days to live. So I called my brother in NC, who in the dream had a GM Security Clearance (does GM issue security clearances?), to make sure the idea was preserved. I’ve had dreams conflating LANL, Stony Brook, and the U of Hawaii laboratories and people, and Dog knows what else.
It’s weird.
Weird for reals. Random reels from “This Is Your Life!” but by the Coen brothers.
I woke up laughing the other morning from a dream about fart jokes. I was afraid I would wake up the smarter half. Don’t know where that puts me on the mental health spectrum, but I bet it’s on the barstool next to Herb.
Hey, any morning you can wake up laughing is a keeper, amirite?
Every morning I wake up and I’m still on top of the lawn is a winner in my book.
Great minds: As soon as I posted my comment I thought, “Any morning I wake up is a keeper.”