Today’s script looks remarkably like yesterdays. Same shitty sleep, same me sitting here with smoking brain bearings trying to come up with some words to type, same feeling of aching and tiredness and confusion and discombobulation that I usually feel after a trip through the dark and unwholesome smoke that shrouds the secret island in my mind, where all my dreams come true.

And if you knew my dreams, you would know that’s not a good thing. Sometimes, even my nicer dreams are kind of unpleasant. And my nightmares are sometimes oddly soothing.

I am telling you, it’s a jungle in there.

Like, take today’s dream. Great production values as always, just spectacular, really, but I could not tell you what to make of it. My dreams don’t seem to have meanings or even dominant moods a lot of the time. They just sort of happen, like scenes in a confusing art film that is supposedly challenging you to “find your own meaning” but is really just full of crap.

Not that my dreams are full of crap. My head, maybe, or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. But not my dreams. My dreams are poop free.

Anyhow, in today’s dreaming, I was at some kind of high class function that was taking place in a museum, and there were various events happening in various nooks and crannies of the museum, and I wandered into one where a bunch of elegantly dressed and quite chic looking people were drinking champagne and playing some kind of trivia game.

Trivia? All right! My kinda milieu.

So I found a seat, and the idea seemed to be that anyone could answer the question, but if you got it wrong, you were out of the game. Harsh, I know. Seems designed to make sure nobody answers unless they are sure of themselves, but hey, what can I say, it was a dream.

I even remember one question. We has been shown a video clip of a European style cartoon where cartoon animals were have a really big and elegant party (kind of like the one I was at… hmmm… ) and then the question was “If there was three skunks… and five otters… ” and now I am thinking, “oh shit, a visual memory question, I am so screwed!”

“… then on what shore of the island can you find giant floating gummi bears tethered?”

Everyone, including me, just stare at the screen. There’s some nervous giggles. I completely did not remember seeing a giant gummi bear anywhere.

The options “1. North 2. East 3. South 4. West” appear on the screen. I look around at my fellow players and joke “Anyone want to just take a one in four chance, and guess?” A few people laugh, and a few others shake their heads. Nope! Nobody likes those odds.

Then, later on, when there’s only me and maybe six other players left in the game, there’s an announcement. I don’t quite catch what it is all about, but I thought it said something about the next rounds of the game taking place at a different location.

Just when I am getting around to looking at my fellowe players and saying “So, do we have to… ” there is a mechanical sound like when a ride at Disneyland starts up… and the whole room I am in, which is now saucer shaped in a way I didn’t notice before, begins to move. I look out a window and I see parts of the museum begin to slowly slide past us, like they were stops on a subway.

I look around, astonished, and one of the other players says “Oh, the whole thing goes… “. I laugh with delight and surprise, and say “This museum must be VERY well funded… “, to which my fellow players laugh indulgently.

As we begin to pick up speed, another fellow passenger says “you know, they have released the restraining mechanism… we are free to roam around now!” and everyone seems happy about this (I don’t remember being restrained, but at the time, it felt like I had) and I get up and start looking around at the vending machines along one wall of our surprisingly large moving compartment, because I have suddenly realized that I am ravenously hungry.

But all the machines look like they have nothing but light snacky foods and juices, and I want something substantial. Then I come across one for what it calls “Korean sub sandwiches” which sounds good to me.

But it’s this weirdly complicated vending machine, and while I am trying to figure out just what the system is, the dream shift and now I am in some sort of slightly futuristic sandwich shop, and I am trying to figure out my order with the guy behind the counter, whom I somehow know is also the owner of the restaurant. And I am having a heck of a time ordering because I am not just hungry but suffering from the effects of low blood sugar, so I am incoherent and have trouble staying focused.

My problems attract a crowd, and the guy behind the counter begins playing to the crowd, and I play along, because it is all pretty funny, me having trouble ordering a simple sandwich and the counter uy trying to help. It becomes like a comedy routine and the crowd is treating it as such.

Eventually, I get my sandwich ordered, and he is making it, when I realize I want some dessert, too. So I go over to this little condiment island type station and grab some prewrapped cookies and such, and go back to the counter.

But by this time, he has not only finished my sandwich, but rung it up too, and he makes a big show of being annoyed with me for adding things to my order. The audience laughs at this too.

I meekly suggest he could ring up the sandwich and the desserts separately, but he shakes his head and insists he can add it all up in his head.

And that’s where the dream, or my memory of it, ends.

Now, what to make of all of this? I have no idea.

Maybe I was just bored while asleep.