"They'll get your badgers!"
- miftah
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"They'll get your badgers!"
So I just woke up from an awesome dream, which featured our very own friend Bio.
I dreamt that I flew down to South America to visit him and his family and to work on a documentary about "floating down the river." I'm not sure which country he lived in, but it was somewhere on the Amazon. Anyway, I arrive in the country, and grab quick bite to eat (a seven layer burrito which is sold by a local vendor), and observe a crazy guy on the street, who is shouting at people "They'll get your badgers!" Its important because it will come up again later.
Anyway, immediately after this I board a tiny, tiny little canoe/catamaran which holds myself and my filmcrew of two people. We're apparently on the boat for a very long time, because my dream cuts to my documentary as we float down the river. In my narration of the documentary, I explain that because of the heat we hallucinate ourselves lazing about the boat, and (the dream cuts to cartoon format quickly) morphing into creatures that can only be described a cross between Dr. Seuss and John Carpenter. We were apparently looking for some sort of animal, but instead we observe what were badgers lying in treetops, dead from hunger. There's also a couple floating in the water around me, and just as I'm about to reach out to pet one, my voice-over warns me not to because of river snakes.
After the trip is over, we arrive back at the community we started from (hard to do since it was a river trip but this is dream logic) and Bio is there to meet us, and he picks me up and drives me to his home via his humvee, which has the top down (this is no doubt related to my memories of driving with him in his Barbie car, the Geo Tracker). I tell him about the crazy guy shouting and as we get into the downtown area, Bio calls to the crazy old guy as we drive past him, "They got my badgers!" and the old guy says, "I know, I know!" and we have a good laugh about this.
When we get to his place, it's night and the family is asleep. I know this because as I pass an adjoining room, its dark but I hear someone fart in the darkness. Neither of us make mention of this.
We sit on the couch in the living room and I observe that Bio's living room decor is a lot of purple, crushed velvet drapery and family-room style wood paneling. We sit for a while and I pet my cat which I apprently brought with me from home.
I then explain that I'm going to step outside for a smoke and to enjoy the night air. On my way out I proudly explain to Bio that I was smart on the river trip because I didn't drink any water, because you don't drink the water. Bio finishes the statement, "or eat any of the food." I look at him in horror because I realize I ate the burrito. He laughs and says, "Oh no! Montazuma's Revenge!"
Shaking my head I go outside and what do you know... there's an Aztec warrior standing there, and he says to me "On behalf of my country I want apologize for your impending illness." I tell him its okay and it was really my fault. He asks me how I'm enjoying the country and I try to explain the differences in where I come from, and how its colder there (I explain this by making a shivering pantomime, which he mimmicks). As we're still standing there fake-shivering, I observe chaotic flapping things flying right at me. I realize in a second that they are three bats chasing a massive moth and one of the bats has just run into me. The three bats have apparently all been named for Leonard Cohen songs, because from what I can remember, the bat that ran into me was "everybody knows," and the one that finally got the moth was named "closing time" (which is my least favourite L.C. song of all time).
This is apparently enough to disturb me because I wake up an hour before my alarm goes off, mad about losing sleep, but amused to no end about the dream.
I dreamt that I flew down to South America to visit him and his family and to work on a documentary about "floating down the river." I'm not sure which country he lived in, but it was somewhere on the Amazon. Anyway, I arrive in the country, and grab quick bite to eat (a seven layer burrito which is sold by a local vendor), and observe a crazy guy on the street, who is shouting at people "They'll get your badgers!" Its important because it will come up again later.
Anyway, immediately after this I board a tiny, tiny little canoe/catamaran which holds myself and my filmcrew of two people. We're apparently on the boat for a very long time, because my dream cuts to my documentary as we float down the river. In my narration of the documentary, I explain that because of the heat we hallucinate ourselves lazing about the boat, and (the dream cuts to cartoon format quickly) morphing into creatures that can only be described a cross between Dr. Seuss and John Carpenter. We were apparently looking for some sort of animal, but instead we observe what were badgers lying in treetops, dead from hunger. There's also a couple floating in the water around me, and just as I'm about to reach out to pet one, my voice-over warns me not to because of river snakes.
After the trip is over, we arrive back at the community we started from (hard to do since it was a river trip but this is dream logic) and Bio is there to meet us, and he picks me up and drives me to his home via his humvee, which has the top down (this is no doubt related to my memories of driving with him in his Barbie car, the Geo Tracker). I tell him about the crazy guy shouting and as we get into the downtown area, Bio calls to the crazy old guy as we drive past him, "They got my badgers!" and the old guy says, "I know, I know!" and we have a good laugh about this.
When we get to his place, it's night and the family is asleep. I know this because as I pass an adjoining room, its dark but I hear someone fart in the darkness. Neither of us make mention of this.
We sit on the couch in the living room and I observe that Bio's living room decor is a lot of purple, crushed velvet drapery and family-room style wood paneling. We sit for a while and I pet my cat which I apprently brought with me from home.
I then explain that I'm going to step outside for a smoke and to enjoy the night air. On my way out I proudly explain to Bio that I was smart on the river trip because I didn't drink any water, because you don't drink the water. Bio finishes the statement, "or eat any of the food." I look at him in horror because I realize I ate the burrito. He laughs and says, "Oh no! Montazuma's Revenge!"
Shaking my head I go outside and what do you know... there's an Aztec warrior standing there, and he says to me "On behalf of my country I want apologize for your impending illness." I tell him its okay and it was really my fault. He asks me how I'm enjoying the country and I try to explain the differences in where I come from, and how its colder there (I explain this by making a shivering pantomime, which he mimmicks). As we're still standing there fake-shivering, I observe chaotic flapping things flying right at me. I realize in a second that they are three bats chasing a massive moth and one of the bats has just run into me. The three bats have apparently all been named for Leonard Cohen songs, because from what I can remember, the bat that ran into me was "everybody knows," and the one that finally got the moth was named "closing time" (which is my least favourite L.C. song of all time).
This is apparently enough to disturb me because I wake up an hour before my alarm goes off, mad about losing sleep, but amused to no end about the dream.
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That's the kind of dreaming I usually get when I go to bed right after eating half a large Pizza Hut Super Supreme Pan Pizza, and downing a couple quarts of Pepsi.
Except that having been in the military, my weird dreams run along the lines of thermonuclear detonations, and G.I.'s dieing for no other purpose than to futher political ambitions. Please note that is not how I feel "consciously", but maybe there is something I need to consider there. hmmmm.
Except that having been in the military, my weird dreams run along the lines of thermonuclear detonations, and G.I.'s dieing for no other purpose than to futher political ambitions. Please note that is not how I feel "consciously", but maybe there is something I need to consider there. hmmmm.

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I had a dream a couple nights ago that I was at the Screen Actor's Guild awards and Keanu Reeves was hitting on me. Then a bunch of crazies came in and started shooting up the place, and I saved his life. The crazies scanned me with some sort of device and then made me wear a pink wig. Then we escaped and the crazies were taken away.
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Re: "They'll get your badgers!"
I almost stopped reading right here...wasn't sure I wanted to continue.miftah wrote:So I just woke up from an awesome dream, which featured our very own friend Bio.
My recurring dream always involves a fight, but I can't throw a punch...for some reason my arms don't want to move. I don't recall ever being hit in the dream.
not a clue what it means.
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