Odd dreams last night - the first one was a really odd 90s inspired fantasy quest, somehow set in the Washington of my youth. The antagonist showed up in Niessan's Mercantile, the big denouement was during the 24th of July celebration (I think the final Maguffin was hidden in the "go fish" booth ran by the local Lions group)... but for some reason, it was starring Alicia Silverstone in full "Clueless" mode, complete with sassy black girl sidekick (not Stacy Dash - even my subconscious doesn't want to give her the work). It was tacky enough that I found myself thinking that my dream mind needed a script rewriter.
I probably should not have challenged my brain, because after the mandatory bathroom break, I slipped back into bed and fell into an Escher painting of a nightmare. I was somehow at work downtown, and the bottom floors of my building started to disintegrate - I could feel the drop as each one gave way. I ran out onto the balcony, and could see buildings all over Portland morphing and disappearing, as the Willamette and Columbia both overflowed their banks and turned Portland into a version of Venice. As my building disappeared, I jumped off the balcony onto the top of a bus heading East, as I knew I had to get home to Roger and Moose - but the bus ended up drowning on the Banfield, with me being the sole survivor (thank God for natural buoyancy...)
It went on from there, but the basic takeaway here? Don't challenge my dream brain - it's got unrevealed depths of oddness.
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