The Honey Pot

I dreamt that Murble was selling her house. This was very upsetting to me. I tried to go on with my day in the dream. I went to the basement to get some work done but instead was distracted by the flourishing ecosystem. I discovered a new mammal species. It was cute. Then I was in the upstairs hallway trying to communicate with an angry and dangerous ghost.

Just before I woke up I thought, ‘man, maybe selling is a good idea. This is a lot of work.’

I had a weird sad dream last night. I was at a friend’s wedding celebration, it was a multi-day event, but I couldn’t find any of my friends.

I’m having the most boring reoccurring dreams. It is very simply a person hearting my posts.

Well that was a terrible zombie dream.

penguindownunder replied to your post: my sleeping brain was extra wonky last…

Okay, that was NOT the end of your dream for me. And I hope it wasn’t the end of your dream for you! ;)

i do like bill murray a lot *shrug*

nah. that’s not the end. I’ll have more dreams. I hope I get to share a sandwich and play board games with Tom Hardy soon. or maybe a return to the Mall of America where all my friends live. The continuing search for my missing tumblroo hive members.

or more sex clouds would be fine.

my sleeping brain was extra wonky last night.

There was this stylist that was setting up a party for someone and he was saying how he had collected things from the yard for centerpieces. and poured out the gathered collection onto a table, at first it appeared to be very fine pine cones but then he said,

Now, I’m a vegan so I’m not squeamish about dog poop.

and sure enough pine cones and poop. all sorts of stuff that shouldn’t be centerpieces. really.

(I don’t think I have anything against vegans but, I’ll explore that on my own.)

and then I listened to two people tell how they first met. it was nice and funny.

and then I was at some sort of futuristic/magical sex resort. Bill Murray was also there.

Ohboyz, that was a boring dream. I was making a cake with two guys. Trying to get to know the taciturn one.
That was pretty much it.

In, what I hope is, unrelated news: I’m sore. Either the slips on the ice caught up with me or I’m not winning the fight against the plague that everyone around me has.

Or I pulled something making a dream cake.

In my dream I am completely stressed

UncleDucey: I’ve got a great idea! I’ve got a $20 room at the casino. Let’s go!

this sounds like torture to me but the house is falling apart like, water damage from rain? but, I’ve checked and the roof looks to be in solid shape and pipes haven’t burst. I don’t know what is making the house fall apart and it is too dangerous to stay.

UncleDucey: I just want to show you how to gamble a bit, it’ll be great!

I know that the casino takes dogs because in conscious reality Ducey learned this about a year ago and since then, for some reason, it has been a goal of his to take Jazz on vacation to the casino. (The Whale and the Hound- my next children’s book)

I am standing in a beautiful suite of rooms. Ducey is on a couch getting comfortable.

me: This is one of the rooms that can have dogs?

UncleDucey: well, it is a thing they do here.

me: this room though? you asked about bringing a dog? Jazz can be in THIS ROOM?

UncleDucey: …

me: you have to call the front desk and ask. otherwise we can’t stay.

UncleDucey: yes, hello. I was wondering. Is this the room with the big beautiful breezes? Yes, I thought so. thank you.

hangs up phone

me: I noticed that you didn’t ask about dogs.

as I was waking up it was becoming very clear that Jazz and I needed another place to stay.

In my awake. I’m not really awake yet-

thehotneighbor saw me in a very special outfit. The outfit included my snow boots, neon orange sleep shorts (so hunters don’t accidentally shoot me), my hair was doing the Conan O’Brien big swoop thing, and since Jazz was dragging me through shrubbery I probably also had twigs, birds, and small mammals nested in there.


oh while I have a minute. I had a crazy dream.

there were people jumping off a very high cliff (up in the clouds) and landing safely in a neighboring country to claim asylum. I could see them falling to safety from the raft I was floating on. the friendly country collecting people from rooftops and water landings. We (I think I was with my dad, but not MY dad, possibly played by David Tennant. ) floated into a beachy inlet. where one of the many things I saw was Michelle Obama running into the water, in an evening gown, to greet Barack who was out for a swim. they laughed and went away. the dream wasn’t about them at all.

I think it was about my dad and I getting food and shelter. I wanted to buy bread with these coins I found but a fellow traveler told me I’d get arrested for using stolen coins. The bulk of the dream was me dealing with these found coins and trying to procure carbs, basically.

my dreams had way too much reality.

the house was failing all around us

I said true but incredibly harsh things to a family member

there was a very real threat of physical violence so I slammed a door into that person. as he crumpled to the ground I said, “I’m sorry I had to do that, are you okay?” and I woke up as we both started crying.

YAY! dreamz!

where the f*ck is Tom Hardy?