Had a dream I was Vin Diesel in Pitch Black mode.  Me and my home boy Jeremy got in trouble with the law and were trying a variety of schemes to escape the country, which was some kind of cyberpunk mall-airport-metropolis the size and shape of big southwestern mesas.

We got separated and I had to improvise a solo plan.  I came to a kiosk where they were selling little tiny hand-held propellors, like those personal fans? but advertised as capable of flight.  I didn’t need a ton of lift, just something to slow my descent.

Sadly they were made for the weight of children and Vin Me-sel could not escape.

Had another dream I was watching a VHS of Soundgarden performing an early version of “Birth Ritual,” but with less talent, and an odd gimmick.  Remember Black 47 and The Dropkick Murphies?  Rowdy alternative bands who lean into Irish pride.  Despite being (in this dream) from the US Midwest, they were acting all Scottish pride.

Chris Cornell was wearing a predominantly black tartan kilt with white and red stripes, with that over the shoulder part, no shirt underneath like Melvin Braveheart.  Made me wonder, on waking, if there’s rowdy alternative Welsh pride bands.

Last and most foolish of all, had a dream I was trying to water houseplants with the garden hose near the bookshelf, thinking if I was slick enough, I could miss all the books.  So foolish.

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