Oh! Oh! I am truly a geek because I just had my first ever TOUAMBIE dream last night. It was pretty awesome. Here's how it went:
It was day time, but the sky was dark grey like it is just before a major storm. I was walking along in front of this suburban style house with Paul, and he was being really sweet and funny, and I was just so happy that we all decided to get together. Paul and I rounded the corner to walk behind the house, and he was joking as we waved at Jough. Behind and surrounding the backyard/garden was a huge corn field that spread out in all directions, and I was surprised because I thought we were in the suburbs, so I didn't quite look over at Jough. "Oh, there's Joe. Isn't it funny that he made such a fuss about his name, when really it's just Joe? Hi Joe!" Paul said, and Jough waved at us. I didn't really get a good look at him, but he was blond. That's all I remember about him. Jough was on the edge of a large mucky tilled garden behind the house, sort of working on the garden. He was using his hands, in large gloves, but had some tools around too. And the mucky garden was full of people, all very muddy, who were working in the garden - these were all of the posters. I couldn't recognize any of them, but then I realized that that made sense since I hadn't actually met any of them in person before. They looked like plantation slaves, and they were all caught up in their work, and had mud up to their knees. Most paid no mind to Paul or I, and Jough was busy making sure everyone was working, but it was understood that he and Paul and I would hang out together later, and probably have beer and something to eat. Paul and I walked around the garden, toward the corn field. He and I were chatting, but I was too distracted by his accent and wasn't really listening to the content of the conversation, so I was a little confused, and just agreed and smiled. We walked into the corn, and turned down a row of corn, where Aloha Dawg, with the face and body of the man, was crouched naked on the muddy ground, sort of snarling, and I thought that this made sense for a bulldog, and was not afraid. Paul said something about it being best to ignore him when he was in this sort of mood, so we walked past him, and his face turned into his avatar, which for whatever reason, scared me, so I was happy to leave. We kept walking, and I was noticing how muddy the row we were walking down was - my feet were sort of sticking in a suction-y way to the mud. We came up to Mr. Q who was also crouched in the mud, wearing only white boxer shorts, sort of sculpting the mud, and he was really hyper and happy to see us, but when he and Paul started talking, I realized that I couldn't understand either of them. I tried harder to listen, but I couldn't understand them. It seems that they were talking about what Mr. Q was doing to do with the mud, or at least about all the mud. I remember thinking that it was so cool that I was having this dream, and that I couldn't wait to post about it. I got a really strong urge to go find Jough again, and I was so happy that he was really just "Joe," and that not everything was so complicated, but I was scared of getting lost in the corn. I mentioned to Mr. Q that Paul had found out that Jough was just Joe, and he laughed, but he was still only speaking in a way I couldn't comprehend, so I just sort of stood around waiting for Paul to guide me out.
And that was my dream.
Even better than the dream, I woke up this morning, made all the final edits on my play, and sent it in to the artistic director. I'm DONE! Yay. Probably this will put an end to the fucked up dreams though.
Author
Topic: I had a dream (more literal, less important than MLKs) (Read 25232 times)