Dr Midnight
Explorer
Last night I drank. I drank quite a bit... for the first time in years. I slept. I dreamed. I haven't had a long, bizarre dream like this in years either. I wonder if mighty drinkins directly brings mighty dreamins... for me, at least.
The “prologue” is this: I’m hanging around my house. My sister is concentrating on her organ music- she doesn’t play in real life, but in the dream, she’s very carefully playing some classical piece from written music. I leave the house and walk out to a distant parking lot with some girl. I’m not sure who she is, but in the dream she’s my girlfriend. I ask who she slept with this morning. She replies “Rose Arlington” or something like that.
I say “Rose Arlington??? How could you sleep with him?”
She shrugs, looks at me and reverses the attack. “What’s YOUR problem? You need to grow up, you know that?” I angrily reach for my keys and realize I forgot them in the house. I announce this, and she says “Yeah. I THOUGHT so.” I walk back to the house in shame. When I get there, there’s a wedding going on in some breezy covered outdoor area. I step onto the dance floor and lean over a broom with a white handle and blue bristles. I begin to weep.
The REAL dream begins when I arrive in Turkey. I don’t know why I’m there, but hey, free vacation! My friends take me to some big official embassy/ hospital building. We begin to walk inside, and I realize I’m carrying a litter of kittens and don’t want to bring them all in. I put them in a ziploc bag and close it up, then leave it on the car seat. The kittens sleep happily in the bag.
We walk into the building, and realize everyone’s walking around barefoot. We don’t want to stand out, so we take off our shoes and socks. My friends stop in a hallway and sit. They start having some conversation I’m not interested in. Then, we’re moving again.
We’re in some hospital area where a very attractive woman is behind a counter of some sort. I want to start talking to her, so I latch onto a conversation my friend Lou is having about his newborn baby (which he doesn’t have in real life). He says “Her name is Angela, but I dunno, I’m not sure I like that name.”
I say “Well, Lou, that’s the great thing about babies. They don’t know what their names are, so until she does, you’re free to change it at will. Isn’t that right, miss?”
The woman looks up and says “This is correct, it is legal to change your baby’s name.” At this point I feel things are going well, until Lou asks what the hell it is I’m wearing over my hands. I look down and see that I’m wearing Nintendo Power Gloves. These actually exist, they were released in the 80’s as a way to play games as a controller. They’re like gloves with buttons.
I’m feeling uncomfortable that Lou has pointed out that I’m wearing them in front of the attractive Turkish woman, so I say “I… I just felt like wearin’ ‘em.” I go away.
Down this hall, I look down the hallway to the left and see that the other end is dark. In the center of the hallway is a patient on a bed with an IV in his arm. Apparently in this Turkish hospital they use actual patients to block areas they don’t want people walking down.
I walk through the building to the other side, where there’s a very nice beach overlooking the ocean. I’m walking around the beach with my kitten. The kitten’s beginning to whine and mew… he doesn’t like the beach. The water’s filled with baby mudskippers. A woman I know named Gail is sitting on the beach nearby and she yells “Nice mudskippers, huh?”
I say “Yeah!”
I’ve separated from my friends, so I decide to rejoin them. I realize that they’re on the other side of the beach, there’s no way to get to them from where I am. The water’s too deep. The rocks are to treacherous. I begin to walk up around to the building again, where I walk along the roof. I plan to jump across sections of roof till I get to where I want to go, but as I move, the roof’s getting more slippery, high and dangerous. I jump across a five-foot gap and the kitten begins panicking. He jumps free and hangs by one paw from a hanging pot. I remember some old proverb about a “kitten hanging from a pot” and hold the kitty close again. I decide it’s too dangerous for the kitty, so I jump back the way I came, where suddenly an old farm house is standing. It’s old and crumbling. There’s another kitten in the cupila, crying for help. I jump over and pick it up. The roof is giving way beneath me, so I flip heroically to the ground as the farmhouse collapses behind me.
I land right in front of a stage, where Thin Lizzy is playing. I think to myself that I’ve never heard Thin Lizzy, so I stand and listen for a moment. The music mostly consists of the singer yelling nonsense words and moaning into the microphone, followed by falling flat onto his face. “Thin Lizzy kinda sucks,” I say to the kitties. I walk on.
I’m back in the water, looking at the mudskippers, which are all bigger now. Gail comes over and points at them, talking about them. I remember that I left a bunch of kittens in a Ziploc bag in a sweltering car, and they’re probably dying. I slap my forehead and run off through the hospital to the car to try to save them.
Outside on the other side of the hospital, there’s apparently some gala happening going on. A theater or something is letting out, and one of the patrons is dressed in a black outfit.
, is that a ninja? Probably not… but now he’s posing with another guy in a black suit, doing handstands. I guess they ARE ninjas after all.
I get to the car and grab the Ziploc bag. Oh no! Only one kitten’s still in the bag. The others turned into air and salad. I try to wake the one remaining kitten up, but he’s slowly turning into weird feta soy cheese that’s coming apart. I call someone to try to ask for advice on my soy-cheese kitten. They just berate me and I hang my head in shame.
True dat.
The “prologue” is this: I’m hanging around my house. My sister is concentrating on her organ music- she doesn’t play in real life, but in the dream, she’s very carefully playing some classical piece from written music. I leave the house and walk out to a distant parking lot with some girl. I’m not sure who she is, but in the dream she’s my girlfriend. I ask who she slept with this morning. She replies “Rose Arlington” or something like that.
I say “Rose Arlington??? How could you sleep with him?”
She shrugs, looks at me and reverses the attack. “What’s YOUR problem? You need to grow up, you know that?” I angrily reach for my keys and realize I forgot them in the house. I announce this, and she says “Yeah. I THOUGHT so.” I walk back to the house in shame. When I get there, there’s a wedding going on in some breezy covered outdoor area. I step onto the dance floor and lean over a broom with a white handle and blue bristles. I begin to weep.
The REAL dream begins when I arrive in Turkey. I don’t know why I’m there, but hey, free vacation! My friends take me to some big official embassy/ hospital building. We begin to walk inside, and I realize I’m carrying a litter of kittens and don’t want to bring them all in. I put them in a ziploc bag and close it up, then leave it on the car seat. The kittens sleep happily in the bag.
We walk into the building, and realize everyone’s walking around barefoot. We don’t want to stand out, so we take off our shoes and socks. My friends stop in a hallway and sit. They start having some conversation I’m not interested in. Then, we’re moving again.
We’re in some hospital area where a very attractive woman is behind a counter of some sort. I want to start talking to her, so I latch onto a conversation my friend Lou is having about his newborn baby (which he doesn’t have in real life). He says “Her name is Angela, but I dunno, I’m not sure I like that name.”
I say “Well, Lou, that’s the great thing about babies. They don’t know what their names are, so until she does, you’re free to change it at will. Isn’t that right, miss?”
The woman looks up and says “This is correct, it is legal to change your baby’s name.” At this point I feel things are going well, until Lou asks what the hell it is I’m wearing over my hands. I look down and see that I’m wearing Nintendo Power Gloves. These actually exist, they were released in the 80’s as a way to play games as a controller. They’re like gloves with buttons.
I’m feeling uncomfortable that Lou has pointed out that I’m wearing them in front of the attractive Turkish woman, so I say “I… I just felt like wearin’ ‘em.” I go away.
Down this hall, I look down the hallway to the left and see that the other end is dark. In the center of the hallway is a patient on a bed with an IV in his arm. Apparently in this Turkish hospital they use actual patients to block areas they don’t want people walking down.
I walk through the building to the other side, where there’s a very nice beach overlooking the ocean. I’m walking around the beach with my kitten. The kitten’s beginning to whine and mew… he doesn’t like the beach. The water’s filled with baby mudskippers. A woman I know named Gail is sitting on the beach nearby and she yells “Nice mudskippers, huh?”
I say “Yeah!”
I’ve separated from my friends, so I decide to rejoin them. I realize that they’re on the other side of the beach, there’s no way to get to them from where I am. The water’s too deep. The rocks are to treacherous. I begin to walk up around to the building again, where I walk along the roof. I plan to jump across sections of roof till I get to where I want to go, but as I move, the roof’s getting more slippery, high and dangerous. I jump across a five-foot gap and the kitten begins panicking. He jumps free and hangs by one paw from a hanging pot. I remember some old proverb about a “kitten hanging from a pot” and hold the kitty close again. I decide it’s too dangerous for the kitty, so I jump back the way I came, where suddenly an old farm house is standing. It’s old and crumbling. There’s another kitten in the cupila, crying for help. I jump over and pick it up. The roof is giving way beneath me, so I flip heroically to the ground as the farmhouse collapses behind me.
I land right in front of a stage, where Thin Lizzy is playing. I think to myself that I’ve never heard Thin Lizzy, so I stand and listen for a moment. The music mostly consists of the singer yelling nonsense words and moaning into the microphone, followed by falling flat onto his face. “Thin Lizzy kinda sucks,” I say to the kitties. I walk on.
I’m back in the water, looking at the mudskippers, which are all bigger now. Gail comes over and points at them, talking about them. I remember that I left a bunch of kittens in a Ziploc bag in a sweltering car, and they’re probably dying. I slap my forehead and run off through the hospital to the car to try to save them.
Outside on the other side of the hospital, there’s apparently some gala happening going on. A theater or something is letting out, and one of the patrons is dressed in a black outfit.
, is that a ninja? Probably not… but now he’s posing with another guy in a black suit, doing handstands. I guess they ARE ninjas after all. I get to the car and grab the Ziploc bag. Oh no! Only one kitten’s still in the bag. The others turned into air and salad. I try to wake the one remaining kitten up, but he’s slowly turning into weird feta soy cheese that’s coming apart. I call someone to try to ask for advice on my soy-cheese kitten. They just berate me and I hang my head in shame.
True dat.
