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Yeah, I’ve been slacking, but I took notes. Here’s two day’s worth.

10/03-10/04/11

I dreamt of matryoska (Russian nesting dolls). I only recall the dream vaguely, but in some way the dolls were punching holes in the fabric of the universe.

10/04-10/05/11

This one is much more convoluted. I dreamt that I worked in a warehouse that shipped White Wolf books. The cavernous warehouse held many catwalks. On a few of the catwalks, Japanese families would be sitting around a low table having a formal dinner. The workers needed to walk around them.

The management instituted several “get to know your fellow employee” ideas. For this, the printers each of us had for labels would occasionally print out character sheets detailing our co-workers. One interesting thing on the sheets was a an entry for “What devil do you serve?”

After work, they set up banquet tables for the employees to have dinner. The women sitting next to me kept asking me out.

Sadly, this combines two recent jobs I’ve had, working in a warehouse (motorcycle parts, not books) and working at a hotel. Fuck I hate dreaming about work.

10/02-10/03/11

I dreamt I was part of a panel, we actually called ourselves an inquisition. Just as you see on TV, a group of people behind a long dais, each one with a gavel. Except we were not dressed as judges but in regular street clothes. We were there to decide the fate of rich executives who had devastated our economy.

I guess my recent activist activities have bled over into my subconscious. No, I don’t hope it goes down like this. Maybe some people need to be brought to trial, but not an “inquisition.”

10/01-10/02/11

Apparently in my dream world, the music industry is pretty fucked up.

I dreamt I went to go visit my brother. He was still living in my mom’s old house by the lake. At one point I get left with some of his friends, guys I did not recognize at all. It was one of those uncomfortable moments were you must socialize with people you know you have very little in common with.

The the conversation turned to music. These guys listened to a lot of country, which I pretty much despise. When they asked me what I listened to, to try and fit in, I mentioned I liked John Cougar Mellencamp. (This is a bit of a stretch. In my 135 GB of music I have not one song my JCM. I don’t think I’ve heard one in years. I do, however, appreciate his populist political stance. He’s a tolerable rock & roll musician. I wouldn’t run screaming from a place playing his music.)

After admitting this, one of the guys mentioned that John Cougar Mellencamp had teamed up with David Byrne, and they now play music with the remaining members of the Grateful Dead.

I don’t remember anything else from this dream, but I’d pay money to see that act.