On the way to dinner at my cousin's house, I'm pretty sure I saw monkey roadkill. This was in NJ, not like Western Africa.
Also, this seems to be the thread for me to recount my own tryptophan dream:
I carry a severed head unto a crowded train whose seating and lighting give the carriage the feel of a Victorian living room. I hold the head up, letting blood drip from where its neck should be, and read a particularly gory version of the Principia Discordia, with annotations from Achewood characters. The head reacts to the reading. Hail Eris. I am traveling with two A/V specialists, one of whom seems to be perpetually napping, and wakes up periodically to hear about the specifics of the next job. The job seems to always be the same, regardless of where we are; it involves relocating a cable. I am somehow tricked into both appendicitis and an undisclosed dental injury, which requires surgery from a group of college students at what is apparently a tennis academy. A girl I had been eating lunch with turns out to be the nurse, and comforts me before I am given anesthesia. She kisses me on the neck very nicely. As soon as I am unconscious, the team of doctors takes out a battalion of enormous foam props (e.g. foam hammer), and rejoices in having tricked me into an ineffective and possibly hellish surgery. It occurs to me I can observe these doctors/frat boy clowns because I assumed the role of a camera angle, immediately after the anesthesia had been administered. I escape the surgery, and am now possibly one of the A/V specialists, and describe very earnestly how, “Yep, you guessed it, a cable needs to be moved.” I am now in a corridor in what’s supposedly Madison Square Garden, watching maybe Brendan Shanahan shoot a puck at a door from 5 feet away, the completion of which task elicits enormous applause. Former Rangers announcer John Davidson is there. Does he represent God?
What does it all mean? I usually just dream about talking with my friends, and sometimes I put music on if I remember to. The cool thing about listening to music in your dreams is that the album you need just appears in your hand. Like I'll think, "I want the Japanese version of Purple Rain on vinyl," and I'll be holding it.
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Topic: Happy Thanksgiving (Read 4476 times)