I don’t even know if there’s an interest in the strange things I dream about, but it’s my blog and I can cry write about it if I want to. I look at it mostly as the catalog I always meant to keep, but um, now do.
Over all the years, and even the months of this site, I know many odd and wondrous things have slipped through the cracks. I collect here those that made it past the brain fade into oblivion, or the ones I care to share, which honestly are almost all… For example, I exclude those that are merely half ideas or lack narratives, like the dream where I had a motorcycle again (whoo hoo) or owned a gun that was combined with a bullhorn (a loudener, if you will).
For the sake of avoiding specifics on these dreams, I simply made montages. In one case, it’s a Montag.
INGREDIENTS: Penn & Teller, two elephants (one pictured), a giant spatula, and buckets of fake blood. It was one of their acts. It was initially horrifying, then not so much so.
INGREDIENTS: Well, more of an explanation is needed here… there was this baby that had oily (pre-acne) skin, and depending upon how you touched the infant’s back, the child would make musical note sounds like an ocarina. So as you held the baby in your arms, instead of crying, you heard elevator music, or the stylings of Kenny G.
INGREDIENTS: Spencer and Heidi Pratt and the cast of Kappa Mikey. Man, those two don’t know the meaning of the word overexposure… and yes, they were in this cartoon.
OVERALL INGREDIENTS FOR DELIRIUMS (OR DELERIA, IF YOU PREFER): Velveeta cheese after beer and Pizza Rolls before beer.