Super dreams

I had dreams that went all night. Night before last, night I dreampt of Mel Gibson method-acting for braveheart by being drugged and disemboweled. While that was vivid, it was also short-lived. Last night saw drams that I woke up from, and re-entered when I went back to sleep.

A small town in a valley at night. I walk up and down the dirt roads because I saw the recent corpse of a woman aside one of them, but I can't remember which one, so I need to go find it. I drive a mack truck to look, but the toll is $250, so I turn it around. I check along the other direction on foot. I run into Jason and he dissuades me from looking any further.

The people up the road are in a cult, they're the ones who killed her presumably, and Jason is in on it. I evade him and keep looking. There they are. They'-re working out of a camoflauged convenience stor. They see me, and I have to sneak away and get help.

Over the course of the dream, my side and their side struggle back and forth, until we beat them out of the valley, to hold the line at a mini-mall with a dumpster to hide the corpses under piles of meat, and wide bags of shrimp and bean sprouts.

(disjuncture)

After leaving the parking garage, after getting our stuff down the truck-sized staircase at the side that turns out to be rollable and the size of a large CD rack, we head off along the road.

I realize that I realized that we are dead awhile ago, and I tell this to my friends, somewhat to their chagrin. This is the afterlife. Here, most people scream down the highway in mack trucks and busses, but we hitchhike and homestead in a nice patch of green valley, where we argue (amicably?).

Revenge Sex and the Cold War

I think that if We need to score points on Them, We should try to avoid this whole mutual annihilation* thing in favour of another strategy, that being revenge sex.

Consider: it's the 80's and you turn on the TV to see the Gipper saying "Mr. Gorbachev, I fucked your wife."

A hell of a lot better than the Star Wars program. Of course, if we made hot love not cold war, we'd still have boondoggle national defence, but it'd be ramapant sexualization instead of millitarization. Monkey Puppet would drop the missile defence so that billions of dollars could go to putting giant condoms in space or something.



*often by Proxy. That is to say the thtreat of mutually assured destruction is preserved by cooperatively beating the crap out of a areas of no consequence such as Vietnam, Korea, Afghanistan, South America, Africa or just the rest of the world. Both sides in the Cold War could cooperate pretty well as long as they could have a scene where they pretend to fight while mutually pummelling a hapless third party.