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Thread of Dreams
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"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Re: Thread of Dreams
It really sucks that "work" is such a large part of our life that it intrudes on our dreams.
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
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I've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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Its about time you started working you shiftless bastard.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 7:56pmI've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
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If you considerment management working, I guess.revbob wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 10:26pmIts about time you started working you shiftless bastard.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 7:56pmI've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Re: Thread of Dreams
What happened to the other band you were dream managing?Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 6:55amIf you considerment management working, I guess.revbob wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 10:26pmIts about time you started working you shiftless bastard.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 7:56pmI've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
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Big Anus, the Rodeo Queen? I can only assume they've gone on to bigger and better things, leaving behind the low-rent performance circuit of my unconscious for the big time, like Ted Nugent's unconscious.revbob wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 8:33amWhat happened to the other band you were dream managing?Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 6:55amIf you considerment management working, I guess.revbob wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 10:26pmIts about time you started working you shiftless bastard.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 7:56pmI've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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I was hoping for a double bill tour.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 8:38amBig Anus, the Rodeo Queen? I can only assume they've gone on to bigger and better things, leaving behind the low-rent performance circuit of my unconscious for the big time, like Ted Nugent's unconscious.revbob wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 8:33amWhat happened to the other band you were dream managing?Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 6:55amIf you considerment management working, I guess.revbob wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 10:26pmIts about time you started working you shiftless bastard.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑13 Dec 2021, 7:56pmI've had a recurring dream of sorts several nights over the past week where I was managing a female band called the Maybes. I don't recall much detail from any of the dreams except those details and the sense that each scenario is a bit different. It's the closest I've gotten to one of revbob's dream jobs (so to speak).
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Fucking dream lawyers make it all so damned difficult.revbob wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 9:03amI was hoping for a double bill tour.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 8:38amBig Anus, the Rodeo Queen? I can only assume they've gone on to bigger and better things, leaving behind the low-rent performance circuit of my unconscious for the big time, like Ted Nugent's unconscious.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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Doozy of a dream/nightmare, and one where I was working.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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Work dreams aren't for the squeamish.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 7:43amDoozy of a dream/nightmare, and one where I was working.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
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I've already given my notice.revbob wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 8:24amWork dreams aren't for the squeamish.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 7:43amDoozy of a dream/nightmare, and one where I was working.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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If only it was that easy.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 8:47amI've already given my notice.revbob wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 8:24amWork dreams aren't for the squeamish.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 7:43amDoozy of a dream/nightmare, and one where I was working.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
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I don't recall signing a contract, so I'm not sure I even need to give notice. It's a total courtesy move on my part. I want to go back to just observing fucked up weirdness as an unemployed bum.revbob wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 9:01amIf only it was that easy.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 8:47amI've already given my notice.revbob wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 8:24amWork dreams aren't for the squeamish.Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Dec 2021, 7:43amDoozy of a dream/nightmare, and one where I was working.
I was working in a high-tech lab—a long rectangular room that was all white and silvery, people in silver-white decontamination suits, holding canisters and beakers. I was in the foreground. The guy beside me was holding a steaming beaker that he accidentally spilled on the counter onto a plate of food. That set off a slow moving wave of energy heading to the back of the lab. I reached for the plate and the sleeve of my suit caught fire, so I pulled it back and watched as the wave moved back. Everyone in its path ran to the back of the room, but they knew they were dead. So I had to watch these people who knew they had a minute to live just sit there before they were disintegrated.
Afterwards, I was in a penthouse apartment recovering and nobody was taking me seriously about the trauma. I Zoom'd with a friend and she acted bored and giggly. I went to another apartment where my siblings were preparing a meal. One gave me a hug, but they wanted to talk about their own issues and preparing the food. Nobody I met wanted to appreciate the horror I experienced. I woke up several times in the night and each time I fell asleep I went back to that scenario.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft