Content Warnings: Surreal Violence, Death, Drugs, Prostitution, Deformity.
I had a dream I was Blixa Bargeld of Einstürzende Neubauten fame, though the rest of the band didn’t enter into it. Me and some artist / drug friends were living in some kind of underground ruin over the course of a few decades. In later years it also became a brothel and I was arguing with my best friend about allowing caning in the S&M action. I don’t remember why I opposed it, but my friend the art pimp said we needed it to stay competitive. The main points of action in the dream were when cops tried to raid us and it turned into big siege situations. I killed a few cops in self defense and the defense of others, and somehow legally got away with it both times. Those parts of the dream weren’t bad. Later in the dream a sad prostitute with a elephant man-like skin condition and semi-liquid flesh started chasing me around and dividing like an amoeba, which wasn’t cool, but not as scary as it should have been. I woke up to a day off from work, so not a bad time.