Dream Warriors

[Dr. Kobb]

Ye Gods, what a night for dreams/nightmares.  Seemed like every time I woke up throughout the night it was from some wild dream.  I tend to believe that dreams are often our subconscious working through things while our awake brains are asleep.  If that's the case, something's bugging me that I'm not even aware of. 

[Marxo Grouch]

My less-than-stellar sleep lately has resulted in my almost never remembering my dreams. I did have one not too long ago in which my sister and I were searching through a set of archives at some unnamed institution, apparently a set of papers that I myself had donated, looking for a plan I had inadvertently included that spelled out how the two of us could conquer the marijuana market together and make a bundle. My sister doesn't even smoke pot, but when I told her about the dream, she said she was game if I could figure out what the plan was supposed to be.

[Dr. Kobb]

My car was stolen last night while I was in classes at college.  Except it was a white Toyota Tercel.  And my college parking lot was my old high school's.  At one point, aggravated that my search wasn't gaining any traction, I yelled FUUUUCK!" really loud in front of the whole class and didn't get thrown out.  Dreams are stupid. 

[Dr. Kobb]

Another strange education dream last night.  I'm in college again, and my teacher (who is suffering from some illness or disease) is a still attractive Japanese woman who once starred in an obscure "pinku" film.  What made this already dubious role even more scandalous is, there was a young black kid also in the film.  My teacher is just trying to deal with her sickness in the today world, while I'm bringing up all this stuff she'd rather forget (not like a blackmailer/more like the dork I already am) when I discover some rare outtakes from the film that I'm certain she would want to see.  In addition to the usual dream discrepancies and false logic, the kids afro is huge.  Like a damn bush atop his head.  The biggest 1970's afro I've ever seen. 

Stay tuned for the further adventures of Kobb's stupid brain. 

[Dr. Kobb]

I dreamed I had enough dishes to use the dishwasher.  Gaze if you will, into the warped mind of Dr. Kobb! 

[Killer Goldfish]

[Killer Goldfish]

Freud said every dream is a wish and I'd say this qualifies. My GYN lived in my condo complex and I went over for a pelvic at his place. He had a medical buddy of his sit in so he could show the guy something about me. I slowly realized that the banter they were exchanging was some sort of dick-measuring contest they were engaging in and when I pointed this out they cheerfully agreed. After the exam I went home and brought back a garden tool I'd borrowed from him -- still not having bothered to dress! -- and he was sending out an email to us all about a shooting or bombing in the neighborhood that tore a guy's arm off and killed him. Like the medical buddy, the victim looked more like an ageing Hispanic youth gang member than anything else. The doc sent out a photo of himself comforting the victim's children and I wondered if they would end up living with him, but didn't ask. (My GYN in waking life is married with 6 daughters.) Then the doc's own daughter showed up as another guy in the neighborhood started threatening my GYN because thus was, in fact, a gang hit and this guy considered the GYN a threat. The GYN's daughter, a black girl of about 12, was crying because she had to do a PECFAS as part of her homework and she had no idea how. I -- being a PECFAS trainer -- said I could easily help her and went to get my reading glasses. (I don't remember any actual plan to get some clothes on, though.) As I was heading back over I was accosted by another ageing Hispanic gang member who tried to kill me by the method the GYN had warned us about in the email -- some sort of deadly smoke emitted from a champagne bottle the guy carried.  When that proved ineffective he just launched himself at me and I fought him off.  When I got back to help with the PECFAS the daughter started getting aggressive with me and trying to go through my pockets to rob me. I quickly realized she, too, was in the gang that was involved in the bombing. I also quickly realized that she was Lexi Jones and her dad, my gynecologist, was David Bowie. We all sat down and set about straightening the whole mess out.

[Dr. Kobb]

Oct 20, 2023 6:43:25 GMT -5 Killer Goldfish said:

Freud said every dream is a wish and I'd say this qualifies. My GYN lived in my condo complex and I went over for a pelvic at his place. He had a medical buddy of his sit in so he could show the guy something about me. I slowly realized that the banter they were exchanging was some sort of dick-measuring contest they were engaging in and when I pointed this out they cheerfully agreed. After the exam I went home and brought back a garden tool I'd borrowed from him -- still not having bothered to dress! -- and he was sending out an email to us all about a shooting or bombing in the neighborhood that tore a guy's arm off and killed him. Like the medical buddy, the victim looked more like an ageing Hispanic youth gang member than anything else. The doc sent out a photo of himself comforting the victim's children and I wondered if they would end up living with him, but didn't ask. (My GYN in waking life is married with 6 daughters.) Then the doc's own daughter showed up as another guy in the neighborhood started threatening my GYN because thus was, in fact, a gang hit and this guy considered the GYN a threat. The GYN's daughter, a black girl of about 12, was crying because she had to do a PECFAS as part of her homework and she had no idea how. I -- being a PECFAS trainer -- said I could easily help her and went to get my reading glasses. (I don't remember any actual plan to get some clothes on, though.) As I was heading back over I was accosted by another ageing Hispanic gang member who trued to kill me by the method the GYN had warned us about in the email -- some sorr of deadly smoke emitted from a champagne bottle the guy carried.  When that proved ineffective he just launched himself at me abd I fought him off.  When I got back to help with the PECFAS the daughter started getting aggressive with me and trying to go through my pockets to rob me. I quickly realized she, too, was in the gang that was involved in the bombing. I also quickly realized that she was Lexi Jones and her dad, my gynecologist, was David Bowie. We all sat down and set about straightening the whole mess out.

Wow!  I don't know what you're eating before bed, but you need to lay off. 

[Dr. Kobb]

I had a dream last night that I was about to get married. 

[Killer Goldfish]

I dreamed my co-worker, Bob, who has lots of money for a social worker and owns more than one place, turned out not to live in a posh lakeside home as I thought, but in another unit of my shabby condo complex. This condo was the fabulous vacation place I's been hearing about for ages.  I went over there to check it out and it was in far worse condition than mine, with a shitty mental-hospital-green paintjob, rooms mostly bare of furniture and a furnace made out of corrugated cardboard that for some reason Bob slept in. I remember thinking "I guess I don't have it as bad as I thought!"

[El Santo]

I can't remember a single other thing about the dream, but one of the characters in it was a roller derby skater who called herself Nikki Garrote*.








*Nicky Garratt was the longest-serving guitarist of the improbably long-lived punk band, UK Subs.

[Marxo Grouch]

I had one of the most erotic dreams I've had in a long time. I was in a room, sleeping on a bed. Two women came in. I'm not in the least bit certain who one of them was, but the other was one of these instances in which the person is an amalgam of more than one person, in this case, a woman I know and the actress Carrie Coon, with whom I am currently somewhat infatuated (I'm finally getting around to watching The Leftovers; more on that at another time). The two women tiptoed over to the bed, clearly believing that I was asleep, which I actually wasn't, but was pretending to be. Carrie Coon pulled a tube of lipstick out of her pocket and began applying it to my lips, slowly and sensually. I just kept pretending to be asleep. Having fully made-up my lips, she reached under the sheet and... well, I imagine you can guess what happened next.

Aside from being thoroughly arousing, there was also a befuddling aspect to it, in as much as, within the dream, I definitely had my eyes shut, as would be necessary to pretend I was asleep, and yet I could clearly see both women and everything they were doing. Odd thing that.

[Dr. Kobb]

A post I made in the Prickly Fishbuns thread back on December 17th, 2023 (page 32), was griping about what to do with this odd neighbor situation. Here's a link.

 

Well, I'm happy to report that since then, I helped her get Fritz the tuxedo cat to the vet due to so infected scratches he'd incurred in a fight.  And honestly, with Fritz not spending all his time in my yard, she's stopped coming over here to feed cats.  It's been at least a couple of weeks, and I haven't seen Fritz at all, but she assured me via text that he's on the mend inside her place and doing fine.

Anyway, for whatever reason, I was awakened from an awful dream last night where Fritz crawled in through the window, only looking about as rough as Church from Pet Sematary.  Oddly, the cat in the brief nightmare was a void.  But in my dream logic, it was Fritz coming in missing an eye, and rotting.  Fuck you subconscious. 

[Killer Goldfish]

I wish I remembered more about this dream from two nights ago, but I was hanging out with Ringo Starr at his place and I had the sense that we had met recently, hit it off and were going to be spending a great deal of time together from that point on. There was a plate of enormous, perfect, delicious-looking green grapes in the room, the kind you can almost taste with your eyes. Somehow, both of us looking at the grapes generated a joke about them. I don't remember either of us saying anything funny but somehow we both knew the joke, and it was hysterical. I remember him laughing so hard he was about to lose his footing and hit his head on the piano in the room. There was a lot more to the dream before that, but that's all I remember.

[Marxo Grouch]

I wake up early almost every single day, and on good days, I'm able to fall pretty much right back to sleep, and this is when I have the most vivid dreams. I was having a good run for a while (not so much lately), and I ended up having two dreams with celebrity cameos. In one, I was having a conversation with Zooey Deschanel, in which she was asking me why the two of us keep getting mistaken for college freshmen. Not sure what that was about, although I am sometimes mistaken for being younger than I actually am. The only other thing I remember about the dream was that she was wearing a perfume that had a distinctly strawberry scent to it.

I also had a much odder dream in which I was hanging out with Julianna Margulies in some public ladies' room. (Don't ask me what I was doing there, because I don't know.) There was an antechamber to the room that I subsequently went into by myself, and while I was in there, I heard someone else come in - a man - and threaten Julianna that he was going to tell everyone that he had come in and seen that she had a penis, that she was really a man, acknowledging the whole time, by the way, that it was a lie, but that he figured that didn't matter with today's scandal culture. Listening to him speak, I suddenly realized that the voice sounded like Will Forte, and when I exited, I found that it was him. I told him how disappointed I was in him, that I had always gotten the impression that he was a good guy and was shocked that he would engage in such a sleazy attempt at extortion. This thoroughly chastised him, and he humbly apologized to Julianna. I don't know what any of that was supposed to mean.

[Dr. Kobb]

Ugh.  What a night.  I hadn't taken melatonin as a sleep aid in many months, but on a whim, I did so last night.  Lots of tossing and turning and poor rest.  I kept waking up due to my stuffy nose.  Usually, melatonin seems to clear my schnoz. 

When the dreaming did start, I had my first night terror in ages.  Well, probably just a nightmare, but I awoke from a dream-within-a-dream with a non-distinct figure apologizing while it seemed to reach over me.  I asked if it was my mom as I came out of my dream-dream, but it didn't answer as it seemed to wrap round me, pinning me to the bed.  Fortunately, that suffocating feeling woke me up from that horror.

Then, for the rest of the night, I had recurring dreams of these three people messing with me in different scenarios.  It was weird because it was like, "Oh, you guys again".  Only in one nightmare I was at their place.  Then, in the next nightmare they're visiting my place.  Then in another nightmare we're in the woods. 

It was like they were waiting for me to fall asleep to mess with me again in dreamland.  Anyway, I feel exhausted today and will probably do none of the things I'd planned on. 

[El Santo]

Title of a series of graphic novels that figured somehow or other in a dream I had last night:  The Many Ailments of Jonathan Rosen.

[Killer Goldfish]

Sept 13, 2024 10:49:07 GMT -5 Dr. Kobb said:

Ugh.  What a night.  I hadn't taken melatonin as a sleep aid in many months, but on a whim, I did so last night.  Lots of tossing and turning and poor rest.  I kept waking up due to my stuffy nose.  Usually, melatonin seems to clear my schnoz. 

When the dreaming did start, I had my first night terror in ages.  Well, probably just a nightmare, but I awoke from a dream-within-a-dream with a non-distinct figure apologizing while it seemed to reach over me.  I asked if it was my mom as I came out of my dream-dream, but it didn't answer as it seemed to wrap round me, pinning me to the bed.  Fortunately, that suffocating feeling woke me up from that horror.

Then, for the rest of the night, I had recurring dreams of these three people messing with me in different scenarios.  It was weird because it was like, "Oh, you guys again".  Only in one nightmare I was at their place.  Then, in the next nightmare they're visiting my place.  Then in another nightmare we're in the woods. 

It was like they were waiting for me to fall asleep to mess with me again in dreamland.  Anyway, I feel exhausted today and will probably do none of the things I'd planned on. 

Was one of them wearing a dirty old red-and-green sweater?