first i had a series of dreams of my home town, my family.
then a dream where i was chosen to play Robin in a stand-alone film; i played him with a scottish accent, found a terrible criminal, beat the shit out of him b/c the cops weren't going to, then ran from the police.
in the next dream my brother confronted me for my use of violence, then i went back through all the prior dreams and, in a fury, excoriated all innocent bystanders who refused to witness the injustices in the world.
a very dangerous night.
- walking through a hostile brooklyn neighbourhood (though we found a kitten shrine)
- in a beautiful national park, running away from a surging flash flood
- a fun open-world game, a mix of thief, winback, and mgs. i'm discovered, chased, cornered, and kira nerys rescues me.
in the Prey universe, exploring a midcentury modern complex, shooting mimics made of clay.
a woman i'm crushing on is posted in the military, in the campground i visit often. i take pictures of tall grasses shorn evenly in half. i meet the woman. we, well. the next day, she's several months pregnant. i visit the campsite but a dark & terrifying tornado hits. i hide under a coffee table from my parents' place; she is swept away. the storm clears, i want coffee, am (as usual) disappointed there's only tim hortons.
what i'm saying is it's good that therapy starts again tomorrow.
followed up with a dream in my childhood home of 20 years~
we were having our christmas party with several guests; the dining room was full of life and movement, the kitchen was a wreck. the latter bothered me more than anything so i left and walked around my neighbourhood, wondering – within the dream – how this dream recapitulated my life, my therapy, the art that i consume/want to make. returning home, only my mum was left in the empty house, she noticed i looked tired and angry.
i somehow devised a fully-functional doom .wad... only one level, but some new monsters (squishy blue spiders), new weapons (tbf just a different plasma rifle), and a tense, close-quarter ambush & cyberdemon encounter. my mind was accurately tracking all the enemies and i think in the end i was able to de-escalate the cyberdemon.
[my crew of mercs and i have been working the Facebook Mines for months. after striking it big, we throw a massive celebrity-rich party at a monastery. now, as Sophia Loren, i desperately want out of this life.]
me, approaching a monk: "i'll give you $25,000 and a handjob to get me out of here."
[slow, disappointed head shake]
"ok fine," he reluctantly accepts.
~ dream ~
in one dream i was talking with ben sisko's sad ghost; in another a british mp came into my house uninvited to have a chat; in another joe biden came into my coffee shop to rap about how good he is at doom (1993). if you were wondering where i'm at.
~ dream ~
i'm tearing through the snow-blind countryside in a low-riding racer, while off in the stormy darkness clusters of howling tornadoes are hungrily chasing me down.
(also jonesing on forza horizon, and listening to #TheZoneCast and white zombie's Black Sunshine)
~ dreams ~
in another, i'm in a tube ride recreating the mechanics of GoldenEye (N64) in the water plant of INFRA. i'm goofing off, faking explosion noises, taking people's charts, knocking one guy's desk over. i read his name, Manch Unicorm Hummingbird [sic], and wake up laughing.
it's been a strange night.
~ dreams ~
i've heard you're not supposed to be able to read in dreams but i was just lost in "little albania" in montréal east and the street signs very clearly put me at the corner of Groundchocolate Peppermint and Cleu.
~ dream [death mention] ~
"In memoriam: Prof. Maximilian Rafsmussen, whose brilliant work in Australia changed the way we understand the Earth of 200,000 BCE. He showed that there was no Polar Frontier; that people had begun reclaiming the volcanoes from which they had sprung; & he unearthed the legendary Bone Seed, an ankle bone larger itself than an entire Brontosaurus and proof of prehistoric megafauna of unimaginable scale. The Professor died this week under mysterious circumstances."
Hometown is adapted from Mastodon, a decentralized social network with no ads, no corporate surveillance, and ethical design.