I had a lengthy and odd dream last night, and the night before. In the dream of the night former, I was in a hotel in Las Vegas, with my family, but as I wandered about the city with them they kept disregarding me to the point that I eventually returned to our hotel, where I became horribly bored after a while and then became extremely lonely and depressed. I played poker with myself, drank a great deal, and then finally climbed inside a giant, robotic, full-body cast designed for Stephen Hawking that resembled McDonald's Grimace, without facial features, and with the addition of wheels to move to about.
I tried to leave the hotel room, quickly learning that the machine moved as a result of thought, as would fit a prototype of a machine designed for Prof. Hawking, as this would be the quickest means of conduction for a system designed to move him about, upright, at his own will. The initial constraint was that the head and facial region of the cast was locked in place, to suspend the head, as would make sense for Prof. Hawking but resulted in trouble, until I learned to move about freely myself, in rotating my Cephalus and speaking with any degree of each, though I was able to overcome this eventually.
As I learned to work the cast with relative ease after the realization of how to force it to move, I made my way out of the room and into the hallway, where I learned that the elevators were out of service. I ask a nearby employee of the hotel if there was any way that I might get to the lobby in my current outfit, upon appraisal of which he responded, simply, "no."
He turned out to be alright though, since, as I fled and called out, "I hate this fucking hotel!" He responded with a vehement, "I don't blame you!".
I eventually made my way to the lobby, using a really precarious method of traversing the escalator that involved a lot of speedy twisting and backing up, as I caught up with my family, who was leaving the hotel, and who informed me that they didn't want me to join them as it was a "Girls night out". So I followed them to the parking lot, lamenting my situation, and eventually collapsing the bed of my old pickup, which had apparently followed me to Vegas, and calling my dear friend Roni, who told me, despite the fact that she's avoided most drugs, with the exception of alchahol, for a number of years, that she really wanted to do some cocain with me. In my flustered attempt to respond, I noticed the head of my friend Jill appearing around the bed of the truck, at which point I almost simulateously hung up the phone and woke up.
Then, last night, I had another dream that I was depressed and lonely, so I went out and acted like an asshole in my car, eventually getting arrested. As I was loaded into the car, I noticed that another resident was a girl who, in college, I had a decent crush on. She really berated me heavily on being such a "sissy", since I was panicked about being taken to jail, and acted in a way that really seemed to contradict everything I've come to know about her as a person.
Then the scene switched to where I was being chased by a homicidal maniac that had been terrorizing my neighborhood, who I think I've tried to stop in former dreams. Alas, I only managed to pee on the tassels of my robe, and shift quickly to a dream that turned into an odd film preview, involving John Goodman, that I may write down, as it seemed quite good and intense.
Those are all, for my dreams, as of now.
I tried to leave the hotel room, quickly learning that the machine moved as a result of thought, as would fit a prototype of a machine designed for Prof. Hawking, as this would be the quickest means of conduction for a system designed to move him about, upright, at his own will. The initial constraint was that the head and facial region of the cast was locked in place, to suspend the head, as would make sense for Prof. Hawking but resulted in trouble, until I learned to move about freely myself, in rotating my Cephalus and speaking with any degree of each, though I was able to overcome this eventually.
As I learned to work the cast with relative ease after the realization of how to force it to move, I made my way out of the room and into the hallway, where I learned that the elevators were out of service. I ask a nearby employee of the hotel if there was any way that I might get to the lobby in my current outfit, upon appraisal of which he responded, simply, "no."
He turned out to be alright though, since, as I fled and called out, "I hate this fucking hotel!" He responded with a vehement, "I don't blame you!".
I eventually made my way to the lobby, using a really precarious method of traversing the escalator that involved a lot of speedy twisting and backing up, as I caught up with my family, who was leaving the hotel, and who informed me that they didn't want me to join them as it was a "Girls night out". So I followed them to the parking lot, lamenting my situation, and eventually collapsing the bed of my old pickup, which had apparently followed me to Vegas, and calling my dear friend Roni, who told me, despite the fact that she's avoided most drugs, with the exception of alchahol, for a number of years, that she really wanted to do some cocain with me. In my flustered attempt to respond, I noticed the head of my friend Jill appearing around the bed of the truck, at which point I almost simulateously hung up the phone and woke up.
Then, last night, I had another dream that I was depressed and lonely, so I went out and acted like an asshole in my car, eventually getting arrested. As I was loaded into the car, I noticed that another resident was a girl who, in college, I had a decent crush on. She really berated me heavily on being such a "sissy", since I was panicked about being taken to jail, and acted in a way that really seemed to contradict everything I've come to know about her as a person.
Then the scene switched to where I was being chased by a homicidal maniac that had been terrorizing my neighborhood, who I think I've tried to stop in former dreams. Alas, I only managed to pee on the tassels of my robe, and shift quickly to a dream that turned into an odd film preview, involving John Goodman, that I may write down, as it seemed quite good and intense.
Those are all, for my dreams, as of now.