Scooby Dreams

This dream I had. The first thing I vividly remember is crouching under a truck in a downtown street with the Scooby-Doo humans. But there was no supernatural threat? There was a businessman who said his company was replacing two miles of fuel lines under the street or something with a safer alternative? But it wasn’t safer at all. The entire area above that stretch of land was being made incredibly toxic, but the businessman had one guy at the corner to tell everyone it was safe. And I ran in to tell people the business was clearly lying, whereupon something happened that tells me even my subconscious might not really know what the phrase “toxic shock” actually refers too. There was this whole miasma in that poisoned area, and when I ran into it, it was like running into an electric barrier or something in a video game. There was this buzz and a flash, and I collapsed to the ground. But I actually felt it. It almost felt like a seizure. When I woke, I felt physically fine, but my mind needed to be convinced nothing bad actually happened.

I did look up toxic shock though. It is not in fact being electrocuted by poisonous air or whatever. I think it’s more like getting really sick really fast from a bad infection or something. Which sounds gross and worse. So whatever. But listen. If there were a 90s supervillain named Toxic Shock, I’m pretty sure their power would be to poison you with electric blasts.

Once Again, I'm a Guy Who Knows Where His Towel Is

A few days ago, I came home after doing a bunch of errands with stuff that required a lot of organizing. While I was washing and drying my hands, I got a call from my agent about an audition I had to deal with immediately, which distracted me somewhat. But I dealt with all of the things and went on with my day.

I woke up on the following morning to discover that the towel I’d dried my hands with was missing, and I had no explanation. I wondered if I’d misplaced it during the previous afternoon’s distracted state. Or maybe in some semiconscious state during the night? Or someone broke in at some point? None of these theories could find reasonable purchase in my mind though. And you know my mind. With its OCD and all, it’s a great place for implausible ideas to find purchase. Nothing was working here though, and I put it out of my mind. Or really, it just dissipated out of my mind like the faintest fume from a cigarette in the ash tray of a car with a cracked window on the highway. When cars had ash trays. Anyway, I really didn’t need to put much effort into letting the thought out of my mind at that point because it really seemed to be a total mental cul-de-sac.

Then today, I was drying my hands with a different towel and the towel rack caught my eye in a new way.

It’s a silver towel rack against a white wall, and somehow, the pale fabric of the lost towel and blended in between the rack’s bars and the wall to be effectively invisible.

But now the towel’s found, and all’s good.

Bonus Question!

Best towel?

Probably Ford’s. It had that spot he could lick. For one thing.

Also, wow. I did not expect to have to wade through a bunch of car stuff to find a picture of the character Ford Prefect. At this point, I thought he’d be the more relevant one with that name. And I couldn’t even find this version without adding in “2005” to the Google search.

Surgery

I had to go in for surgery, and they told me not to eat after midnight. Easy enough. But then I went to sleep and dreamed that I’d accidentally eaten a small number of grapes with a bit of broccoli. While I do eat broccoli in real life, I haven’t had a grape in six years, and I never accidentally eat. I’m not the type to just automatically reach for food from idleness or whatever. But that happened in my dream, and I started worrying that they’d have to push back the surgery by another month or something because of the four grapes.

And then I woke up. I think. In any case, I realized that it wasn’t the sort of thing that I’d do in real life and thought the whole dream was ridiculous. Then I started accidentally eating a few grapes again, failing to understand how I could make that mistake after just thinking I was foolish for doing so in a dream. Until I realized I was dreaming again. And then I just wanted to get off the track of that particular anxiety dream.

Which I did.

Bonus Question!

Best grape?

Green. And hard.

Computer Chips

I just dreamed I was walking through an Apple store or something, but in addition to all the normal displays where they have devices you can try, they had this one section with potato chip samples that were put up in the same kind of fancy way with descriptive cards and plush backing.

And I tried some. And I knew this was in the midst of a pandemic. I also knew there’d be every reason for me not to do that even without the pandemic. I don’t eat things I just find. With two exceptions, I don’t eat things I don’t make for myself. I definitely don’t eat potato chips.

But in the midst of a pandemic, I ate these potato chips that had just been sitting on a store counter as some little kid was just running around them. In fairness, that was what the chips were there for.

Bonus Question!

Strongest Chip?

Hazard.

X-Song Rights

I just had this dream where some producer I was thinking about working with maliciously acquired the rights to my songs, and I didn't know how they could have been sold to him by someone else in the first place. Then I did some investigating and discovered that the rights were somehow held my Charles Xavier, and I didn't know why I would have given them to him. Like . . . I like the guy, and I trust him to a point, but I'm holding the rights to my songs till I die.

Maybe that was it. Since this is a world with Charles Xavier, death is less permanent. I probably died with a will that transferred the song rights to him and then got resurrected but forgot to go through the legal processes that would revert the rights to me.

Anyway, when I woke up I briefly dislocated my shoulder, but I'm fine now.

Bonus Question!

Trustworthiest X-Man?

On the whole, I'm inclined to go with Sam Guthrie, the Cannonball. He's a good kid. And nigh invulnerable when he's blasting.