Dreams – 2/18

2/18/22:

I went to a game convention in Duluth and stayed at the house of Wayne Thaco. He wasn’t in town though so I talked to him on the phone about his house. He had a futon with an upside down table he called a four-poster bed in his ‘pool room’ and he had a big yard behind his house that Wayne said was used for PGA tournaments. I decided to sleep on the sofa. Suddenly Wayne was driving me to a dormitory and talking about dating 19-year old twins. Across the parking lot, I saw the SUV of Dave P., so I decided to skip the game con/get away from Wayne and see if Dave needed help moving into his dorm room.

2/18/21:

I needed a vaccine–some sort of a shot. I couldn’t find a place to do it and was driving all over the United States when it dawned on me to check the nearest Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart was in a small strip-mall sort of place and I couldn’t find its entrance and there was only a tiny parking lot. I had to sneak in through a blocked door to a flower/souvenir store–because I knew that was the actual entrance to Wal-Mart even though no one was inside. (That’s the only snippet I remember)

2/18/20 #1:

I was an old man when the Japanese attacked my resort on a Pacific island. I escaped by floating downstream carrying a wooden stake for protection against alligators. The stream started really icky then became totally aqua-green and headed downhill into a flooded city where I stepped out of the flood into rubble.

I climbed into one building. No one was there. I heard noises and it was four freedom fighters led by Pete Wung. I saw Japanese approaching, so we raced upstairs to hide and found only one way out. Pete led the four out but I stayed behind. The Japanese chased them and I heard gunfire. I saw more Japanese coming but it turned out they were all party guests from Nigeria who came and sat at the giant dining room table and were then surprised when the Japanese returned and put them all under arrest.

I had to negotiate with the Japanese because it turned out I was now the local ambassador because I survived alligator-infested waters.

2/18/20 #2:

I was sleeping with Julie in our daughter’s bedroom and we started kissing. Our daughter was asleep, but at the head of the bed, there was this 7yr old kid standing over her. I grabbed the kid, swung him under my arm, and took him outside–the room/house was open.

It turns out, the kid was Donnie Wahlberg’s and the kid was famous from the meme of the little kid with the fist pump of sand. He’d needed to use a bathroom and used my daughter’s bathroom. Unfortunately, he turned on one of the three(?) sinks to wash his hands and it flooded the bathroom. Before I could do anything, Wahlberg pulled the stopper out of the floor and water drained out of the floor.

Below us, there was a lot of profanity as the draining water destroyed Michael Karr’s game collection. We all spent the rest of the night down there taping game pieces together. I worked on the pieces from Russian Campaign.