No more Depeche Mode posts for now, I promise

[melcreada]

Why is it I have such elaborate, freaky dreams after I have been drinking? And why do I remember them at all? Last night, Roberta and I went bar hopping and ended up downtown. Which is a great place to be on a Saturday night, when it is cool but not cold and you are almost tipsy but not quite  and music and people are spilling out onto the street  from all the clubs and bars and restaurants and the noise is both pleasant and comforting.

Afterwards, I came home and fell into yet another funky dream. We were in the future, in a very sterile, surgical environment. Very clean and empty. The government in power was a dictatorship and they controlled everything and everyone down to the way we dressed and behaved. The most common form of punishment for minor infractions was the cutting off of one or both hands, depending on what you actually did. So, although I didn't see too many other people in my dream, I can imagine almost everyone...didn't have hands.

The dream kicks into high gear when the secret police appear at my door to take me in for some sort of minor violation. Before leaving the house, they tell me to remove my rings, watch, and bracelet. Chilling. After that, the dream degenerates into a meandering maze of me trying to talk my way out of the punishment in the police offices. Scary and somewhat silly. I mean what the Hell does this society do with so many citizens running around without hands?

*cough*

I think I will take a nice, long bath today - Big Blue or Karma? Hmmm.

Comments

[sardonicynic]

But your Depeche Mode musings are the best! They had me from the first time I heard "The Love Thieves" on USA's La Femme Nikita. It's still my favorite DM song.

As for tipsy dreams, dude, we are the same. Four beers contributed to this wacky and really horrific zombie dream that culminated in my friend Dan telling me to hide under a chair cushion from the coming horde (because I can totally fold myself underneath a chair cushion and will be totally undetected by the zombies, *score!* -- oh, dream logic) and two seconds after I hid, he was grabbed and bitten and transformed into a zombie before my terrified, cushion-cloaked eyes. Yikes.

Also! Both Big Blue and Karma are lurvely, but I'll cast a vote for Karma because of the bubbles! Bubbles-bubbles-bubbles!! Did I really just use a Lush-centric Finding Nemo reference? I did. I totally did.

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks! *wuv*

La Femme Nikita!!! I just remember hearing But Not Tonight at the end of the best 80s movie EVAR, Modern Girls. And that was it. Depeche Mode started creeping into my life and has been here ever since. ^____^

Awesome dream. Sorry about your friend becoming a zombie. o_O I do love how dreams treat the absolute absurd as commonplace. Like, Hell yeah you can fold yourself flat beneath a cushion!

I have no idea why I keep buying bath bombs - I am such a bubble whore.

Did I really just get a Lush-centric Finding Nemo reference? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. LOL...