An older entry

Strange dreams. I've been having them recently. My dreams are normally rather, well...normal. Just scenes that could happen on any given day. Other than the recurring nightmare that I've had since I was a kid and the random stress-induced teeth falling out one, my dreams are usually so boring that I don't even think about them.

but last night's was a zinger!

For some strange reason I was in some dystopian future in some run-down building and I kept having to fight the lead singer of the real band, Amen. The lead singer's name is Casey Chaos, and in my dream he was a total dick. I don't know what Casey Chaos looks like in reality nor do I know much about the band except that I don't like their music. I could google him, but really, I rather like not knowing. The setting was really strange as if wasn't a knock-down-drag-out fight like I would figure any good brawl to be, but rather we would exchange punches and continue what we were doing until we ran into each other again.

As in
Me: "I'm going to get a coke" and I run into C.Chaos in the hallway.
CC:"OOOOOH I've got a problem with you and I write stupid lyrics!!" and he throws a punch.
Me:"That was bush league you bastard!" and I throw a punch.
Me: "I better go and get that coke then...." and we walk our separate ways.

So I would get my coke and then decide I needed to do something elsewhere and I would see that dude again and the whole godless endeavor would start all over. I'd love to say that this ended in some sort of epic scene of ass-beatery but it just kept going on and on until he calls on some bouncer..bodyguard type and....

(and this is where it gets strange)

it's me. The guy has my friggin' doppleganger as one of his henchmen ( yes, henchman, like he's a criminal boss or something). Now mind you, I am perfectly capable of defending myself and have had the misfortune (in one particular case the extreme fortune) of being in some physical to-do's, and I know what I'm capable of but this was ridiculous.

The other me (we'll call him Anti-Dan or Bizzaro Dan or something) was like a bastard child of these things;
Billy Blanks
A squirrel on speed
a ninja
my grandma when she's exremely pissed off (that shit is scary)

Anti-Dan was pulling such crap on Dream Me that if I wasn't getting my ass handed to me at the time, I'm sure I would have been in subtle awe of his skills. It was like he could punch, kick, headbutt and play chess AT THE SAME TIME, all while never having to use his queen.

Needless to say THAT ended in an epic scene of ass-beatery that, had it happened in the real world, would surely inspire tales to be told for generations.

Anti-Dan is one bad mutha.

The other that's been bugging me was this David Lynch-esque one that, no matter how many times I try to even describe it, never makes any sense so I'll spare any people that choose to read this. I used to think I wanted nuttier dreams, but now I find myself longing for the usual assortment like I'm trying to find a bowl for my cereal and can't cause all I have are plates, or I'm playing a show or something.