Rail-Guns...

I have not slept more than around 2 hours in a row for over two weeks now...I have not had a dream that I could remember... I finally slept decently last night and I dreamed....

I dreamed I invented a working rail gun that shot hyper-sonic flechette rounds, it was amazing... I felt like Sam Rockwell in Iron Man 2, except without the dance moves of course... but I got some huge government defense contracts and then another huge company bought me out for billions and I was able to retire in 6 months after I had patented my invention it was awesome... I never had to work again and the rest of the dream was spent taking trips around the world to all the places I ever wanted to go with my wife and daughter... and then of course... I woke up to this hideous bullshit reality once more and I truly weep a bit for that dream... if you have read any of the rest of the entries of this blog you will understand that I only have a dream like this once every 15 years or so... it was a good one.

The Callienyiette Camps...

So I had a dream about a 'District 9' type set of displaced aliens their world was under a new ultra-violent regime and millions of them fled to Alpha-Centari where I was stationed. We had to set up these camps for them to live in, but unlike 'District 9' these aliens were from Callienyiette and looked very close to a humans, with slightly thicker noses, fuller lips, broad shoulders they were very well muscled and wonderfully toned people, they all stood 2.5 meters tall on average and have these little odd antennae that grow from their temples. They were actually very nice, most of them didn't speak english, but their language was really easy to learn, so our translator-chip implants under our ears were able to let us understand them very well. They had been settled in for a few days when the third ship they had left with (the last one to pull out) finally drifts into orbit and stops. It is unresponsive to hails. The customs team that searches the ship a few minutes later also goes unresponsive, two minutes after docking and opening the gantry tube between the two ships. Then a voice comes over the speaker from one of the Custom Team saying they had made it to the bridge and found the ship had landed here on auto pilot. They were telling their story of what was going on when screams come across the connection and then there is silence.

War Dream....

So I had this whole long vivid dream of battle on an alien world with huge Flat creatures that were very weird, and after this long epic fight we lose and we have to bail out of there and as we go they nuke the place from orbit and kill everything and the general turns to us and he says...



Well if you are going to lose at least lose in such a way that no one can fault you for not trying...


once again I was so pissed that I had had this huge massive detailed and amazing dream and it turned into some cheap and frankly stupid punch line at the end....

Another Trip...

To Lovecraft Country.... I dreamed again of the Tv show "That Looney Lovecraft" Mr. Lovecraft's neighborhood cartoon thing, that I talked about a while ago, this time it was pretty much the same dream with slightly more details, including a Miggy-the-Mi-Go character and Sluggo The Shoggoth, and N(Beep) the cat (whose name is always censored) last night the little conductor of the 1852 trolley was very petulant and annoyed with Lovecraft and how nice he was and reported that he was sick of Lovecraft's eternal good mood, and wondered if Lovecraft ever had a bad day. To this Lovecraft turned toward the camera and in an aside assures us that his bad days make for great days of writing and the worse mood that he is in the better the writing comes out.
He explains that there is a great darkness in all of our souls that we can tap into in creative moments which can bring out such dark and inspired stories that we will always try to find ways to tap into that darkness from then onward and utilize it in our writing so that we can continue to produce such inspired prose... anyhow I need to write this up as a short story...

The Alien Mummy...

Ok for some reason, the dream I had last night was so cool and yet pissed me off soo much that it woke me up, ok in the first place there was an awesome spaceship crash! the entire world was watching as military special forces went in there with cameras on them to explore the huge city-sized ship, which by the way had wiped out the entirety of Mobile, Alabama. So the world watches with bated breath as these soldiers explore the ship and we are all amazed at the ancient glyphs on the walls of the ship, they look like a combination of Mayan and Egyptian hieroglyphs. So then they discover this bad ass control room for the ship and this huge sarcophagus, not quite the same as the one from stargate btw. This one was almost entirely gold, and the face on top of it was not human at all. So then the actor Richard Kind shows up claiming to be Gary Meyers and wanting to examine the runes and glyphs of the ship... The press was asking him why he thought he was his character from the movie and he went on and on about how after the movie he went to college and got three separate doctorates in Egyptology and stuff and for some reason the fucking press and military believed him. The very first thing he did wasn't to start taking pictures of the amazing hieroglyphs or to compare them to the ones we have analyzed... nope... the first thing he did was ask for a coffee... so then with the world watching the whole exploration of the ship grinds to a halt as he throws a fit that no one on the set will get him some coffee and how unprofessional this whole production was... then someone starts telling him it isn't a fucking movie and he really needed to get the fuck off the ship... and then a PA shows up with a coffee for him and some dude yells action...  and like I said it pissed me off so fucking much that it woke me up enraged at how my brain takes these glorious dreams and pisses all over them... ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

Roadshow Circus...

So last night I dreamed that Bruce Springsteen started up a traveling roadshow, that had him in concert at the end of the day but building up to it was a bunch of weird circus acts... not any with elephants or shit like that just some trick riding horse stunts and a ton of gun tricks. We as performs (I guess I worked for the show) were allowed some little Honda cr80 motorcycles to ride around on to do chores for the show and I guess there was a part of the show where there was a Ghost Gypsy song thing that happens during each show and we were requested to stop riding through the crowd during that part of the show on our motorcycles but for some reason it became some sorta cult thing and people would go crazy and throw money at us when we ran through the crowd nearly killing people... it was fucking stupid...

Buddy Cop Dream?

So last night I dreamed a very stupid buddy cop dream, where everyone had very very stupid names like Dan Stormwind and Curt Deserette it was shitty... and not scary at all... I do dimly recall a serial killer or something we were going to solve the mystery of but the puns and horrible bravado got in the way big time and left it a worthlessly stupid dream...

Gumdrop Revolution........

So last night I dreamed of a guy in a steve carell mask who was trying to take over the world. he was awful at it and ended up in jail spouting lines from half-remembered pinky and the brain cartoons...it was lame...

Healing Delayed...

Last night I dreamed we went to an Annual Charity Art Auction and it was like important that we be there and it was all fancy with a champagne reception and everything. People were decked out in black tie and formal dresses and what not. So we get there and find our place to sit in the auction room (which looked very fucking suspiciously like the auditorium of my Junior High school) So the auction starts and the first piece is called Healing Delayed... and according to the auctioneer it was an experimental piece of avantgarde-art done with chalk and pastels...it was a doodle I made back in junior high when I was bored in class... and I recognized it as such and it threw me awake... the auctioneer had stolen old notebooks from people and just scanned in and fucked around in photoshop on peoples doodles and then sold them for 'charity'  .....

Tentacle Cola...

Last night I dreamed that some sorta weird alien put some kinda viral disease into a very very popular cola drink... which may or may not have a red label... and this caused people to chase each other down and sprout tentacles to kill, mutilate and rape each other with... it was a very messy and mostly disgusting apocalypse...

Container Ship Pirates...

I had a truly weird dream last night where I worked as a welder on a ship refurbishment plant. Myself and several other folks banded together and swiped one of the ships we had just fixed up and we used it to pirate other container ships...it was ridiculous...but it was very detailed including exactly how to reinforce the hull and cranes and such to prevent small arms fire from having any effect on our operation, the most expensive part of the gig was stealing or buying the bullet proof-glass for the bridges of these ships..