Last night my dreams were all about talking to dream friends about how weird the previous night’s dream was. Also I got calligraphy tattoos on my right shoulder blade that were designed so I can read them in my reflection.
True story. I feel a bit discombobulated.
What was on the tattoos? Signatures. Several of people I used to work with and some from famous authors. Mark Twain was one of them. It’s an idea so odd I might have to use it someday in a story.
What was the previous night’s dream? I’m glad you asked. Me and my questing buddies ( a collection of friends who bear no resemblance to anyone in real life) were carrying around cans of vegetables to throw at the invading aliens.
Tuna cans and cat food did not work. Only vegetables. Yes, even in dreams I run experiments and test hypotheses.
The aliens never chased anyone, they were more of a a random encounter threat. So mostly the dream was us going about our daily business. We kept getting lost in the dream city (a combination of NYC, Chicago & LA that seems to stand for Urban Environment in my subconscious)
And there was an interlude where we critiqued a porn flick on a huge TV in the bar where we went to escape the aliens.
It was a supremely weird experience, but I didn’t expect I would spend another night analyzing it in my sleep. I spend a lot of dreams talking and reading, but this was a new one.
My brain. It’s a fun place.