3 weird dreams last night. There was the axe search. There was the weird indescribably chute. And there was … something with Heather. What was the thing with Heather? I thought I’d had them all memorized. Oh yeah. The thing where we were supposed to do the thing but we couldn’t do the thing because Heather was busy doing another thing that’s usually not at ALL her thing.
First off. The axe search. I think this was probably directly related to viewing a couple of heavily dead-infested episodes of Game of Thrones recently and washing them down with Stranger Things, which references Night of the Living Dead. Plus – I mean how long am I EVER truly away from the concept of zombies? Rob Zombie. Television zombie. Facebook. Zombie fires…
In any case – I was racing around a beautiful old house in my socks and I raced into a large hall where I knew next to the door there was a display case of old … implements? Mostly spoons, but also one axe. I was being chased by zombies. I don’t think they were terribly enthusiastic zombies. I out ran them on old wood floors in my socks… but anywho – raced into this room, skidded to a stop (sans splinters – because I must admit though I was terrified of being caught I kept thinking about splinters) and slammed the door.
Then I grabbed the axe down from its place amongst the spoons, hefted it, then realized I hadn’t LOCKED the door, so I set the axe down – JUST FOR A SECOND – turned around, locked the door, stepped back… and promptly forgot where I’d set the axe. I look around… it was HERE JUST A SECOND AGO but it’s not there. It’s like the axe has temporarily slipped into the dimension where my glasses and wallet both go whenever they’ve simply had ENOUGH of me.
So I’m looking around and the door starts getting enthusiastically pummeled – and I remember that, well, if I can’t find the axe at least there’s the crowbar in the basement (this slips into “real Life” – Rowan pointed it out while he was building his nest in the Lair last Wednesday and also pointed out that it had a broken prong – I think he even said that it “would still be good against zombies!”). So I start racing down my steps into my real-world basement all the while thinking that the axe is a better choice because every time I swung at a zombie with a crowbar, in order to stop them I was going to have to actually penetrate the skull and then pull the bar back out again and that I probably didn’t have the stamina to do THAT too many times – at which point I find the axe, but it’s really teeny – as if it BELONGED in the spoon collection but at that point I wake up for a moment and everything shifts…
We’re falling down a shaft of some sort. Well… controlled falling. I think we’re (and I don’t remember who “we” are) on a platform of some sort and it’s falling pretty levelly – but we’re falling down what seems to be a cross betwixt the nuclear silo (thanks Justice League which we just watched) and the Russian Elevator (thanks again to Stranger Things) and as we’re going down we realize we’ve got to aim our platform into one of the slots flashing by on the side… but we splash onto the murky water at the bottom of the shaft before we do and then we have to hoist the platform (which seems more like a mattress?) on to our shoulders and are trying to shove it in one of the slots which sort of look like toaster slots but they’re actually high speed conveyers and we’ve got to shove the thing in the slot and jump on board and ride it and I wake up and everything shifts…
A nice coffeehouse… a couple of rooms. I’m setting up sound in one room and the owner comes up and hands me a ten to seed the tip jar but she doesn’t let go of it when she hands it to me. There’s sort of a brief struggle but then it goes into our little fishbowl and I wrap up the set up. I go to find Heather and realize she’s playing Dungeons and Dragons with all the old Java Mammas crew and doesn’t want to come play so I kill some time by renegotiating our fee with the owner before coming back to where she’s killing SOMETHING with a +1 something something and I wake up and everything shifts…
I wake up to the news that an old friend from college has died of complications from COVID. Not someone I knew well. We weren’t in touch. I barely remember his work. It’s still not a good way to start the day. Farewell Skylar.
