Stuntman And Lover Of Cheese

by Dan Bostonweeks

Odd Dreams: 0

We all have odd dreams sometimes. I generally don’t remember my dreams and when I do they always seem to be of the odd or disturbing variety. The latest couple were just odd enough for me to write them down. The first was me running around San Francisco as a cop. I was being chased by other cops and bad guys driving a black van with flames on it. When they got close to me they would throw a molotov cocktail at me. I kept calling for backup but the guys on the other end of the radio would laugh and say things like there were no available units. That went on for what seemed like hours and then I woke up. I’ve been having trouble figuring out where the parts come from that assembled in the dream, but that’s actually the fun part. Another dream I had recently involved all my friends, but it was my vision that was wacky. I either was constantly looking through an image that looked as though it was a TV with poor reception (lines, fuzz, horizontal jitter, etc.). At certain points it switched to having the surfaces of everything having that TV poor reception look, not my vision. Those dreams aren’t so bad though. The ones that you don’t really feel like analyzing are things like you dragging people outside at work and hanging them on meat hooks. Where does that come from? I mean, geez, I would never do that in real life…even if I thought it.