CHUCKLES AMUSING BETRAYAL
This one was super weird. All I know is that Prince, as in the Artist formerly and currently known as, was in my dream. He was as aloof as usual and he had his usual outfit on, maybe spandex and no shirt (of course) and he was driving this weird boat car and he had three topless girlfriends with him, which I guess makes sense because Prince was topless. I was with Geenie C, and Prince was pulling out of the driveway or maybe pulling away from the dock, and his girlfriends waved to us as if they knew us and we were all friends, but they said “HEY BITCHES!” like that was a nice way to talk to someone. Prince kind of did that look sideways petulant head turn but we didn’t take it personally because it was clear that Prince was just being Prince. I probably turned to GC and said “U should not B 2 mad. U 2 know how Prince B.”
GC writes in to us:
PP was home with me all excited that the 3B bus was coming to pick him up shortly. The in person 3B reunion was about to happen but he was most excited about the meat necklace that Jennifer had told him she made for him and was bringing to the reunion. He is going on and on to about how excited he is about this necklace and it is the best idea in the world because he can eat meat all night long off of it like a candy necklace but oh so much better. PP tells me that he hasn’t ate all day in anticipation of his meat necklace gift. I look out the front window and up pulls the 3B version of the Partridge Family bus. Jennifer gets out to come to the door and PP runs out to say hello and get his meat necklace. About 2 minutes later he comes back in the house fuming mad. I ask what is wrong and he says, “Jennifer shellacked my f&*kin meat necklace! WHY would anyone shellac meat? Now, I need something to eat because I can’t eat my necklace.” I told PP that I’m sure Jennifer put a lot of time, effort and not to mention thought into making his necklace and he still needed to be nice and say thank you. He was not pleased about this and went storming off back to the bus.
Allow me to add one tiny bit- in the dream GC said I wasn’t so much mad as frustrated and hungry, because I was so looking forward to my meat necklace. Who wouldn’t be?
ZRM brought us this fresh many moons ago, now it is stale and tastier, just like a zombie would want:
November 4, 2008. While most everybody else was out canvassing, I was working to remove graffiti from a steel bridge in Chicago, because the work of maintaining our infrastructure never stops. No brains were eated.
After finishing for the day, we went to an oldish, kind of beat-up house for dinner and to watch the returns. They were serving a vegan stew and homemade beer. Again, no brains.
Jon Langford was there. We were watching a video he was working on of a Waco Brothers Performance. As we watched, Barack Obama showed up to watch returns with us. Langford played “Dollar Bill The Cowboy” and “Hard Times (are comin’ round again)” while Obama ate some stew. Obama wouldn’t have any of the beer though.
Obama paid little attention as the returns started coming in. When Virginia was called by 7PM, we figured he would go to watch, but he didn’t. I asked him if he was paying attention, it seemed like it might be kind of important; he smiled that big ol’ grin and pulled at a nearly invisible wire behind his ear that fed the (hi, Ann Althouse!) earpiece he was listening to. Then he left.
I don’t know where Jon Langford went.
Always in motion is the past, so it is not clear when the below occurred, save that it did, and it is awesome. Some deny Celebrity Dream Cameo. The truth of the matter is that it invades your unconscious mind. Do not taunt Celebrity Dream Cameo! Kathleen writes to CDC:
I had a dream about Celebrity Dream Cameo last night. For real. Celebrity Dream Cameo had a cameo in my dream!!!!! I can’t remember the details, just that I knew I had dreamed about an awesome celebrity and I had to write it up and email it to you. And then I was trying to stuff the pages I had written into a shoe box, but the shoe box was filled with random objects so the papers didn’t fit. And someone was telling me, just take out that stuff, but I said “No! Those things are necessary to understand the dream. I have to send this to Celebrity Dream Cameo”. True story.
I noticed that I didn’t share a previous Oprah Cameo in the Pinko subconcious after having an entirely unrelated Oprah appearance just the other day.
Dream 1:
There was some sort or natural disaster- flood or very slow tsunami- that involved waters rising slowly enough for me to randomly run into Oprah, explain to her why I am sometimes disappointed in her worship of comsumerism and her corporatification, and essentially her seeming apotheosis, but I really was saying these things in a friendly way. She wasn’t exceptionally mad at me and I helped her climb into a tree to escape at least temporarily the rising waters and then I was able to pass her Smokey and Pugsley and then climb the tree myself. I was happy that I could help her, but I was also happy that she was around so someone could help me save the doggies because otherwise the dream would have been terrible and sad. It is unclear if she gave me a pile of money.
Dream 2:
The fresh one. I was on some hike with someone from work who I am mad at, but this hike somehow made me late for some function, and also made me late for being able to check my e-mail. Since I was unable to check my e-mail in the morning, the following ensued. I entered a large auditorium that was fairly full of people milling about waiting for the function to start. Was it Optionetics 2008??? Only the Random Randroid would know. Anyhoo, I meet Geenie Cola there and I am VERY surprised, but somehow weirdly not THAT surprised to see her milling about with Oprah. I walk up and Oprah hands me some handouts that are various scientists’ Curriculum Vitaes and I don’t really have a clue what is going on, but Oprah is talking to me like I should know what is going on and I think she might be a little bit put off by my seemingly unprofessional manner. She says she is excited to work with me on this important issue, and Geenie C. gives me a little bit of the silent communication of “go with the flow, it’s Oprah!!!!!!!!!!” So I do so. It happens that Oprah sent me an e-mail that I hadn’t had time to read explaining to me that she wanted me to help her find a head for the Oprah Stem Cell Institute (OSCI). I silently chuckled to myself that UC, stem sell lover and aficianado that he is. Would. Be. So. Pissed. Those are the breaks!
This is an odd one, and fresh from last night. This was one of those dreams that you have but don’t initially register upon waking up, but subsequently remember later in the day. Some might not remember the big B, but it is to their discredit and possible harm, as he represents a particularly dangeral form of the college professor. He was once an interesting and challenging practitioner of the web log, and while he had nary a cob logger, he would sometimes cob log himself out and about.
As an aside, I know Professor Berubé knows all, as is his dangeral wont, thus I expect him to find this page before either an Easterbrookian meteor or the Rapture render the point moot, but if he beats the ticking clock, I’d suggest some important things for the Prof. to increase his dangerous arsenal as I remain stunned that the hero of our subconscious lacks a RateMyProf chili pepper. If I may offer this advice.
I really can’t think of anything more annoying than student evaluations. We can, however, understand a little bit of the incredible danger involved in exposing oneself to Prof. B.:
Put your hand inside the puppet head indeed.
Anyhow, in my dream I was excited to receive a text message from my obviously good pal, Professor Berubé. His message was about how he had just left a movie theater having finally gotten around to seeing Speed Racer. He was ecstatic about the colorful family fare. My conscious mind was surprised at this evaluation of the film, but in my dream it seemed so obvious that he would love it as I did and as Kathleen did.
Upon waking and reflection I feel less sanguine about such harmoniousness of thought between our dear Professor and myself. In all seriousness, Speed Racer, is a film that could easily be denounced or praised on a numerous number of fronts. Compared to a wide swathe of the kid or family movie buffet, it certainly can be considered challenging. I’d consider writing a bit about it, but the discussion would be amongst myself as no one I know has seen it outside of my subconscious and Kathleen.
I’m still surprised we don’t get more write-ins to this bloggo. I know that this can only means the dreams we don’t get are super whacked out. mdhatter sends us a classic wtf but sleazy like YOUR dreams of the genre:
Kara Thrace [Battlestar Galactica. Starbuck. I think there are some people I am not reaching.- Pinko]
needed to learn multivariate calculus for a very important
mission. The hangar deck had long since been converted to a lecture
hall, and she sat in the middle of the hundreds of available seats. At
the lectern, 70 or more feet away stood the other person in the room -
my best friend Mr. Christopher X (an ACTUAL math professor). He was
the best Earth had to offer.I missed most of the dialogue, but the last lines caught my ear -
“…..(unintelligible math garble)”
“What the frak is this!?”
“That’s how we roll here, Starbuck”
“Grrrrrrrr”
(ring ring) (ring ring)
fade to rerun of King of Queens
at Jennifer’s here.
Betraying us here.
Don’t worry we have an awesome one from Chuckles on deck, plus I’ve got Oprah.
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