09.03-04: there were a couple sunday night:
1. this one was a nightmare. some fictitious and truly obnoxious friends took me along to go skiing at their lodge on this mountain. on the drive up (in a convertible), we stopped for gas & snacks. the so-called friends (all chip and bunny types) decided it would be hilarious to get me the Ugly Prostitute. they said it like that. she wasn't that ugly to look at, but in this dream, she just radiated this Ugliness. quintissentially ugly. i believed it in my soul. cut to me & the UP hiking naked in the mountains with me very afraid. naturally we find an abandoned mattress hanging half over a cliff, supported by a small tree growing out of the rock. unsettingly cut to us on the mattress (surprisingly clean, considering) with the Ugly Prostitute reaching for me, who tho now terrified and repulsed by proximity to this unholy Ugliness, is ready. then i woke up. *whew*
2. in retrospect, dream number two was pretty awesome. many long-forgotten high-school pals and i were part of a militant catholic missionary squad who roamed the earth looking for heathen. when we found them, we invaded d-day-style and saved souls with superior firepower. the problem was that there were very few heathen left, so we had to engage in massive reconnaisance of remote locations and study satellite maps at high resolution to find any tiny island not already converted. then i found one! an island of heathen somewhere in this area:
(it's a large area, but i studied those maps for a long time.) but the best part: it was flagrantly heathen. i can't remember the exact name of the place. on the zoomed out map, it was labeled s.c.o.p., but the name up close was something like 'satan's inhospitability' or 'satan's complete isolation'. so we stormed the place like marines. i woke up during a firefight which had been going on for days. w00t! video game dream!
09.04-05: dream was set some time in the future. i was a professional poker player. poker events were one of the biggest targets for terrorist attacks, being evil gambling decadence and filthy lucre and all, but the pros just started figuring the odds of being bombed into their play. for some reason, figuring the probability of being killed was much easier than working out pot odds. i pored over a lot of statistics and made charts. there was much more math than poker in that dream, but i enjoyed it well enough.
09.05-06: just flashes, mostly of a bus trip with many current friends into some weird spooky forest. my feet mutating into monsters with heels becoming huge mouths with many teeth and the soles growing little caterpillar-like appendages. some kind of reunion in the woods... me stealing the bus and driving out of control down a mountain.
hm. mountains are not good places in my dreams. islands are hit-or-miss.
