this is just a dreampost. for more substantial things, look two posts back.
had a dream i was at the ice protest marching around town, being bored and confused, but committed nonetheless. at some point i became spiderman and was running around the walls acting the fool, which people enjoyed well enough.
i decided to go crash a fashion show being put on by madonna at the mall, to make some kind of a point, but she had something for me – a special costume in different colors and a gizmo that she expected me to use to hunt down a certain super villain.
afterwards i was trying to figure out how to use that device and i accidentally fried aunt may with 8000 volts. she lived somehow so i was hunkydory. this was probably inspired by spiderman’s incompetence directly causing aunt may’s death in the most recent spiderfilm. oops spiderspoilers that movie fundamentally sucked anyways, just tricked you into caring with nostalgia.
i woke up with van morrison’s domino and ac/dc’s givin’ the dog a bone in my head, for reasons, then immediately had to go to work. be nice to have some recovery time.
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Last night I was enjoying lunch at the cafeteria when Hitler approached me holding up a sock. He asked “What’s this?” and I replied “Sorry, sir, but that was leftover in the laundry. I dunno where its mate went.” He replied “I’m afraid I need to set an example” and proceeded to call over his guards to take me out back for summary execution. I pleaded with him that as a mere laundry-folding boy someone else higher up the chain must have lost the sock, perhaps the dryer person took it. He said “No, this needs to be done.” As the black-clad jackboots clomped their way across the room toward me, I startled myself awake. Took an hour of contemplation and self-reflection before I could get back to sleep.
Dream hangovers are so discombobulating.