I had a dream....

[littlefallsmets]

I dreamt I was an industrial spy, for some reason, running a secret mission of some kind.

The rendezvous point was in Old Forge NY, a tourist hamlet in the central Adirondacks best known for the Enchanted Forest theme park that I went to twice a summer as a child.

I met with my contact, Ronald MacDonald, and received a plain manilla envelope full of information. We didn't speak, there was fear of audio bugs, so to confirm that I was happy with the transaction, I popped a boil on my left arm and smeared the pus on Ronald's right cheek. In response, Ronald gave me a military salute and then descended into a miniature submarine and departed.

The lake in Old Forge could not get you very far by submarine, I'm pretty sure. I have no idea what that meant.

The same night, I dreamt we were holding a poker tournament at my parents house with all my friends and all my brother's friends and... while it was going on... my brother was blocking all the doors with logs and broken furniture in preparation to set fire to the place killing everyone. I woke up before he could explain his motivation in this regard.

[Nabubrush]

My wife had a dream where a teenager said her name was "Tramp". I don't think Otis Redding was involved.

[Nabubrush]

Wow, I don't remember that Otis reference.

I had another zombie dream. I was shepherding about ten people dressed in evening clothes (one a woman in some dress that left her topless, which was a little odd but not unwelcome) into a motorhome. I just had to go out and get my partner, who was securing the perimeter. While he did that, I sort of went back out to draw the fire of the zombies. My partner in this endeavor? Shaq, of course.

[jaydub]

Shaq is a good choice.  He's big enough for his head to be well out of chomping range so he could last awhile. 

[side_show]

My husband has occasional screaming dreams that are clearly about his accident, but he wakes up in the morning remembering nothing and feeling well rested.  He's always been really active in his dream life - lots of talking and such - but this is an weird turn.   

[side_show]

Last night I had a dream that involved Paul.

I was walking through a mall, and I was passing one of those middle-of-the-isle kiosk merchants that sells jewelry for specialized piercings.  One of the displays included a photo of Paul that was being used as a backdrop to a bunch of jewelry.  I paused and then said to the girl running the kiosk (cute girl with pig tails, Betty Page style bangs, lots of piercings and tattoos, super skinny) "this is weird, but I know the guy in that picture." And it turned out the lady was friends with Paul too.  We both agreed that Paul is a pretty cool guy, and I said I knew Paul, but then I felt like I was lying because I've never met Paul in person but I was too embarrassed to admit that after saying I did know him.  I asked how she knows Paul and she explained that she considers herself a sideshow freak and works as a human skeleton when she's not doing stuff related to body art, and that her freak work sort of intersects with the artcar world on some levels and that's how she met Paul.  She said she had danced on his car at some point.  We talked a bit more about art, and this prompted her to show me these fine-art style toys that were sort of figurines or action figures.  One was of her, made of rigid plastic, and looked very skeletal.  The toy was of her nude, but it was packaged so that the toy was posed laying belly down like a pinup from the 50's to hide the more private parts of her.  The toy of her looked pretty anorexic (much more skeletal) and the packaging on it showed pictures of her when she used to be much skinnier than she is at present.  I remember thinking I was glad she looked healthier now, but that it was none of my business, so I didn't mention it.  Then she said she had another toy from the same series, by the same artist of Paul.  The toy was of Paul, and it looked so much like Paul - they got the mustache and facial expression just right, and like the other toy, the rigid plastic Paul was posed in the packaging to be laying on his stomach, posing like a pinup in a manner that was coquettish in expression, but concealed his junk.  In comparison to the skeleton girl, I was thinking about how pleasingly plump the Paul toy was and was noticing that there was some serious detail - as both his cheeks and his butt cheeks were tinted with a nice pinkish blush.    I was sort of transfixed by the blush of the toy's butt cheeks, and wondering what the cost of such a toy would be and if I should buy it.

[pmcd9]

Can you get me the number of that kiosk?  I want to give those figurines away as gifts.

[greenkoolayd]

Can you get me the number of that kiosk?  I want to give those figurines away as gifts.

my birthday is may 12 and that would be the best dirtythirty present, ever.

[side_show]

I can not explain the shiny, plastic-y perfection of blushing face and butt cheeks to you.  There was a slight cartoonification of the style too which made it super cute. 

[Nabubrush]

Someone get that Todd McFarlane cat on the phone. I gotta have me one of those.

[pmcd9]

Someone get that Todd McFarlane cat on the phone. I gotta have me one of those.

my birthday is may 12 and that would be the best dirtythirty present, ever.

Can's for everyone.

[Asherdan]

Hey Paul? Y'know how a few years back I quit dipping snuff and you mentioned a guy you knew had quit but had said you always kinda want one still?

The fucker was balls on right. Last night's major dream was me simply buying a tin and savouring the piss out of a nice fat dip of Copenhagen.

BALLS

[greenkoolayd]

Hey Paul? Y'know how a few years back I quit dipping snuff and you mentioned a guy you knew had quit but had said you always kinda want one still?

The fucker was balls on right. Last night's major dream was me simply buying a tin and savouring the piss out of a nice fat dip of Copenhagen.

BALLS

asher-d, im glad you arent doing that foul disgusting shit anymore.

[Asherdan]

You talk about my precious that way again and I'll take your eyes.

But yeah, it was an OK thing to let drop.

[side_show]

My godmother's dad got mouth cancer from the chew and got to watch in horror as over time more and more of his mouth and lower jaw got cut off.  I was young at the time, but it just seemed that every time I saw him a little more of his face was missing.  Near the end he had a void where his mouth and jaw had been and he just made noises out of his throat that I couldn't understand.  I was a kid and I was so scared of him once it got to a certain point.  Too bad, because he was a kind person if I recall correctly.

Thumbs up for any action that prevents your face from being slowly removed.