Digital Dreams ( song ) … The Midnight

2025

After having a scary dream about Freddy Kruger in the dark basement laundry area of the house my family lived in when I was a child, I awoke, an adult, in my car or some other vehicle parked in a dreamworld version of the lot behind that same house. It was apparently morning because it was no longer dark outside, but it looked like it was about to storm.

The clouds were out and the wind was blowing hard as if there was about to be a tornado, so I walked briskly; okay, I ran; around the fence toward my house, cutting thru the area we used to walk thru to get to and from the corner Liquor store, Simpsons, Coney Island and such. That’s about the time I happened to look up at the sky and see the moon.

It wasn’t strange that the moon was out. It was morning and the sun was apparently behind the clouds, but there were two of them; two moons in the sky. I knew what I was seeing was supposed to be impossible, so I contemplated the possibility that it had something to do with my eyes; but as I looked around, I didn’t see anything else in sets of twos.

I looked up again and they were still there, moving around faster than I’ve ever seen; at one point nearly merging into one. That’s when I decided not to look up anymore. It was just too scary. Besides I had to get inside the house before the tornado came, which would’ve been even scarier. The weather was very quickly going from bad to worse.

When I reached the back door, I wondered if I remembered to bring my keys. I didn’t think I had time to run back to the vehicle, so I was going to hide underneath the porch and hope for the best, but there they were in my back left pocket where I normally keep them when I’m not going far. As I put the key in the lock, a loud thunder jolted me out of the dream.

2025 May 22

Dreamer ( song ) … Bass 305

2021

audio review : Digital Dreams ( song ) … Bass 305

I don’t know what these Dreams entail, but I’m imagining a futuristic and post-apocalyptic world à la Mad Max or the Virtual Bass album cover itself. That’s what this music; “mid tempo digital bass” music with a grungy techno twist; reminds me of. It’s a new sound for Bass 305 and easily one of their best songs.

my rating : 5 of 5

1994

a dream I had about a girl choking

I was watching a video; a recording of presumably a real event; perhaps on YouTube. It was of a girl; a young black woman; choking as if she’d eaten something that had gotten stuck in her throat. She was stumbling about. There were a few other people standing around her. It was night and they looked to be outside at some kind of small social gathering; perhaps a barbeque or picnic.

What was weird about the video was the fact that I was able to control it; not just in the sense of being able to pause it and such, but I was able control the choking girl’s actions as if I were her. A girl ran up to help her, then another, as she struggled to breathe. It almost looked like they were fighting. I guess that’s what gave me the idea to throw one of them into the air like a ragdoll.

The girl was still in the air, in fact, when I paused the video in regret, thinking I shouldn’t have done that. Not only were they just trying to help her, but the girl I was controlling was average-sized if not skinny and petite. Making her toss the other girl, who was about the same age and size, into the air like that made what was to that point a realistic scenario more like a dream.

They must’ve been at a park because by the time I came back to the video a short while later, they; at that point, there were a lot more people, including guys, on the scene; had her tilted upside down on the seat of a picnic table with her legs up in the air. They were holding her that way in a group effort to save her life, which I already seemed to know would be successful.

What I didn’t know, and was quite curious about, was what she was choking on. The camera, which seemed to be operated by a spectator with remarkable skills, did a slow pan from her bare legs wiggling in the air; she was wearing either a skirt or shorts; down pass the obstruction of the table to her head, which was held by another (new) girl with long and probably fake fingernails.

The girl with the long nails was sitting or lying on the ground (grass/dirt) fingering the choking girl, still being held upside down, in the mouth with two or three fingers in a fast thrusting motion as if she were fingering her pussy near the end of a lesbian sex session. It didn’t take long for me to realize why she was doing it as the choking girl starting throwing up… or down.

The sight of vomit would normally make me look away in disgust, but I was damn curious about what she’d been choking on, so I watched intently. Her being physically (sexually) attractive helped as I observed the contents of her stomach squirt out and pool onto the ground. Bits of what I assumed was chewed food were soon followed by a light bulb; a large clear fully-intact light bulb.

The choking girl, who was no longer choking and now sitting upright, grabbed it and held it up for all to see. It was amazing not only that something so big was able to fit down her throat but that it didn’t break during the process, which would’ve probably killed her. It did seem to have some give as if it were made of something softer than glass. Perhaps that’s what did the trick.

2025 February 21

Fragments Of A Dream ( DJ set ) … Johnny M

2025

a dream I had about chancing upon a lunch lady from elementary school

I was at some kind of live outdoor event, perhaps a political one sponsored by the Department Of Education, when I saw one or two of the lunch ladies from my elementary school; I remember one of them responding negatively to Donald Trump; I’d come across again in real life at Borders as an adult several years later.

I was nearly ecstatic because the earlier bookstore reunion; they didn’t remember me, but I told them they look familiar and that’s when they asked me if I attended the school which instantly reminded me where I knew their faces from; was short-lived. I’d rattled off as many teachers I could think of in those several seconds.

They seemed to remember each name I threw at them; Miss Shaw was one of the first; and gave me a brief update on seemingly every one. Some had died, some retired and others, surprisingly enough, still worked there. I wanted to talk more; the nostalgia was intense, but I didn’t want to take up too much of their time.

I figured I’d never see them again; it was quite unlikely; but there they were, or at least one of them was there, at this event in what I didn’t realize at the time was just a dream. I don’t know whether or not they’re related in real life; at least I don’t remember; but they were sisters, perhaps a set of “three” sisters, in this dream.

There was only one by the time we wound up in some kind of room. Perhaps it was backstage at that same event. She sat on a bed of sorts; the room was almost like a jail cell; with Miranda, a manager from the aforementioned Borders, now working as her apparent caregiver, sitting on a bench or chair beside her. They faced me.

I’d reminded the lunch lady; I’m calling them lunch ladies, but they could’ve worked in the school office; I don’t remember which; of our bookstore encounter from years earlier. It’s been amazingly already almost as many years as it had been since I’d seen them at the time. I told her I wanted to talk more at a later time.

Actually I wanted to talk more right then and there; I wanted to start naming teachers again; besides I’ve forgotten all the details of the previous update; but I didn’t want to pester her. It seemed she’d grown elderly, she seemed to be of poor health, hence the caregiver, and she looked tired. I was going to let her rest first.

2025 February 01

a dream I had about Anderson Silva coming back to the UFC

The title read something like “Anderson Silva Back In The UFC For An Easy Win”. It was a headline that suggested he’d recently re-signed with the promotion, just as I’d read about Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone in real life before falling asleep, which, as a fan; Silva is my favorite fighter; instantly made me click the link to found out more.

It was a video that showed a man in a business suit; a greasy-haired Jacob The Jeweler type. It might’ve even been him. He was sitting behind a desk at what I assumed was his place of business, which could’ve been an MMA gym with all the faceless fighters I saw there; one of which was supposedly scheduled to fight Silva.

It flashbacked to a clip of him trying to fight another man; not Silva; near the entrance of that same business. The front walls were tall and windowed like Firstar Bank in Fort Smith. He was being held back by other men. He looked young; they said he was 20 or 21; and tough. He was average-sized but with a muscular build.

I was concerned not so much for old Silva’s safety but his record. I didn’t want him to come back just to get another loss. The “Easy” bit in the headline made me think it would be, as the pro wrestling world puts it, a jobber, but he looked like he’d knock Silva out or take him down and submit him quickly. Silva apparently didn’t agree.

Silva said with confidence that he’d “beat him”. I think he even said he’ll do it “easy”. I think he was talking to the business man via FaceTime (video) or something. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him as I magically became part of the scene, standing there in that first (front) room of the business with the presumed owner.

He had a grin on his face as he started singing about Silva coming back to fight. I don’t remember the words but they suggested he wanted Silva to “win” and ended with a line to promote his business. We, his small audience, giggled in response. “That’s the only reason you want him to win,” I said, emphasizing “That”. They laughed again.

By then I’d realized that the link I’d clicked was, as the internet world would say, a clickbait title. What Anderson Silva said about the young fighter was real as was the little scuffle, but they weren’t scheduled to fight and Silva didn’t have a new UFC contract. The 49-year-old (Silva) was probably just joking about beating him easily.

2024 December 28

Tinashe songs : Nasty | No Sleep | No Broke Boys | Cross That Line

2024

Tiny Tours : a musician named Jake showing his Stealth Studio van

2024

tinyhousegiantjourney.com

a dream I had about a girl I was about to date

“I’m not going to be able to call you,” she said. “What,” I replied. “I won’t be able to call you,” she might’ve rephrased it in the same wet whisper, “You’ll have to call me.” If she went on to tell me why, it had something to do with either her phone not working or not getting in trouble at her job.

“Okay,” I said to which she responded with a kiss on the left side of my forehead. She would’ve had to bend over to do it because I was sitting at a computer with a younger guy, perhaps a newbie I was training, to my right. I guess that’s why she talked so quietly. She didn’t want to disturb us.

The kiss took me by surprise as we weren’t yet romantically involved. What she said was in reply to a message from me sent in reply to a message from her, perhaps a question, that strongly implied she was interested in dating. I’d made it clear I was also interested and told her to call me.

She was a white (Caucasian) girl with straight blondish hair. She had freckles or acne; there were blemishes on her face; but she was cute enough. She was also short and petite enough. She was probably also a lot younger than me, which I hoped wouldn’t be a romantical dealbreaker.

She’d began to walk away; she apparently had to go back to work; when I asked if I could text her, meaning we didn’t have to talk. She said yes and left as I wondered about a future between us. Marriage was out of the question, but I was certainly willing to date and of course have sex with her.

2024 November 17

morning at a lake in Florida
Janelle Monáe performing in Jacksonville
a Jehovah's Witness talking about God and The Devil
a homeless Christian talking about his belief in God
a theist talking about her belief in a God
a Catholic talking about God and "spirituality"
sunset at the beach
Dirty Harry's Wet T-Shirt Contest
girls I interviewed about dating and marriage
a college girl talking about dating and relationships
spiders making webs and other bits of nature
a rainy drive thru northern Florida

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