Had a dream that I was a third level thief in d&d and I was cut loose for some r&r by the party leader.  I decided to pick up some loot and some levels, wandering Fantasy City and getting into hijinks.  As part of that I decapitated Medusa, but later her head rolled out of the bag and paralyzed me.  In the dream medusas also needed to touch you to do a proper petrification and because she hadn’t, I was only 10% stoned.  That was enough to have me unable to move.

I had the impression she could just regenerate or otherwise come back, but slow enough that she wasn’t up and at me immediately.  She was having a sense of humor about it and said she would unparalyze me, but in the meantime, we just had a conversation – me partly petrified and her a severed head.  I said I was considering picking up a level of cleric and asked if she had any suggestions, so she tried to sell me on a minor god of aberrations.  I was not interested.

I got de-stoned enough to wander away, ending up in the modern world, where I stole a workman’s overalls from a construction site to fit in, then wandered around looking for better stuff to steal.  I crossed paths with a sheisty child that was also prowling for loot.  He had a reputation that was growing in the media and journalists were trying to interview me about him for a thinkpiece.  I shook those guys off, just wanted to get some sleep, and found a place to do that.  On top of a small bus, on a bed of trash, these other hobos started talking to me, keeping me awake.  I noticed that we had the same construction overalls, presumably jacked from the same spot.

Shortly after that the alarm woke me up.  There were more details now lost to time, but nothing in this is powerfully interesting.  Still, you never know what use you might have of some information in the future, and as an artist, for me, that includes subconscious information.  One vexatious element lately – I’m starting to have dreams about trying to sleep and being unable to do so.  Ain’t that some shit?

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