Dream 857: The Seventh Day

At the Costco-style Ranch 99 checkout with mountains of crabs. The two cops in front of me provide a ton of unsolicited and unwanted advice. Abracadabra pops out of a can and skyrockets to heaven, from where I find myself piloting a biplane. Harrison Ford, my co-pilot, suddenly barks an order to ground the craft immediately. We come down on the banks of the river and take cover. The mutant wolves sniff the napes of necks and move on. The apocalypse Ford whiffed perhaps has passed us by. Gradually they build up an office building around us, like one out of the sixties but packed to the brim with computer equipment from the seventies. I eventually give in and gather my belongings to go home, not before Judy Garland is mentioned in passing.

room full of 13 /rɑ/s

/rɑb/ Rob(ert)
/rɑd/ Rod(erick)
/rɑf/ Raph(ael)
/rɑdʒ/ Rog(er)
/rɑk/ Roque
/rɑl/ Rol(ly)
/rɑm/ Rom
/rɑn/ Ron(ald)
/rɑr/ Ror(y)
/rɑs/ Ross
/rɑv/ Rav(i)
/rɑz/ Roz(alyn)
/rɑʒ/ Raj

(not present)
/rɑg/ —–
/rɑp/ —–
/rɑʃ/ —–
/rɑt/ —–
/rɑtʃ/ —–

Dream 856: Ansimporlamp

A recurring phase in the evolutionary life cycle of Mexico City is when one third of the residents are butterflies, one third are popped popcorn kernels, and one third are unpopped popcorn kernels. The butterflies must survive by eating all of the popped popcorn and approximately half of each other.

As I’m starting to drive up the ramp out of a sunken parking lot, an incoming car loses control on a grease spill and careens into me. Doesn’t really matter though since that exact spot on the car is already damaged. I feel like I can’t concentrate driving down the road, or at least that nothing is quite intuitive, and I figure out the reason is that the steering wheel is angled 45 degrees upward so I’m more looking at the sky than at the road. Fixing that, I still feel like I can’t concentrate on monitoring all the aspects of driving while also getting us where we need to go; so I’m on the correct route but when I pass a traffic cop at a massive forking of freeways I’m going 285 mph.

Now I’m in jail, at a log cabin with a bunch of wounded soldiers. One of their bodies was completely obliterated and now they are made entirely of slices of fruit stuck together by toothpicks. I’m in my underwear, one of my pairs of boxer briefs, trying to hide behind the kitchen island, because they shrunk so much for some reason that my ass crack is pinched and sticking out.

highlit

past tense of highlight.

Dream 855: Refactoring México

A database of Mexican stuff.

Dream 854: Sonic the Nookie

It’s a 3rd-person racing video game like MarioKart except you’re a spinning hedgehog (a realistic one, not like Sonic), and a giant spinning boulder comes out from behind the camera and smashes you, except this wasn’t supposed to happen; or wait, were you supposed to be a porcupine in order to have strong enough spines to withstand the boulder impact and explode it?

I’m refactoring the game’s code.

I’m planting coffee with Art, probably inside VR. The ground is not flat, but smoothly rolling micro-hills, and the surface is painted with pixelated squares looking kind of like flowers or Yoshi’s Cookies, with kind of x-marks-the-spots where to plant the coffee seeds.

The guy whose job it is to throw out the jug of human waste over the castle wall half-assed his job and sloshed it all across the outer wall, where it is now going to bake in the sun and stink up the place for months.

Film Micrœview #838: Problemista

Rating: Good.

Wow. Julio Torres is a genius. This far exceeded my expectations. I was thinking I was going to get a Michel Gondry-like thing with Tilda phoning it in, and some Julio Torres-like jokes peppered around. But this is so much more. I laughed, I cried, I was horrified, I was exhilarated. Some moments tapped straight into my own experiences, others were completely wild and alien. So many magical visionary flourishes. Lots of Issey Miyake. The final confrontation works because you know these two have built up emotional trust. On one level it’s always about syncing the databases, but on another level this lady knows this kid sees her through all the batshit bonkery and cares and that’s more important. It doesn’t all just happen at once because this is the moment where a movie with this premise is supposed to announce that it’s made it to this part of the growing and changing process. Everything important was subtle and executed expertly and worked. I look forward to what Julio tries next.

Film Micrœview #837: Orion and the Dark

Rating: Shrug.

Surprisingly Kaufmanesque. But neither a success as a kid’s movie nor a Kaufman movie. As a huge childhood Kaufman fan, this was a necessary watch for me, but I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone other than someone like me. An interesting artifact is all. Also, I like the idea of a young kid being super into this movie and learning about Infinite Jest this way, exposing themselves to it much earlier than they would have otherwise.

Dream 853: Quetzalcoatl

A canary yellow feather, human-sized.

A flailing python in the yard flops its head in the window.

Dream 852: Copper Unicorn

I’m riding a copper unicorn away from a giant copper monster, and for whatever reason we choose not to dive into the Manhattan subway or duck into a mall or anything, even though it couldn’t follow us in there, and we can’t run any faster than exactly its speed.