Posted On: Thursday - December 17th 2020 9:52AM MST
In Topics:   General Stupidity  Kung Flu Stupidity
Not, don't worry, it's not Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr, CPUSA-Board-Cerified day come early. (He didn't get it anyway. People had been judging others by the color of their skin, because, lots of the time, it was a pretty damn good way to judge the content of their characters. Nice try, Martin!)
Nah, this was just a plain old dream sequence at night, with no speech to be given later at the Lincoln Memorial. It doesn't involve sex with either of my parents or bathroom issues either, so I don't know if Dr. Freud would have much of a comment, even he were alive today with some internet.
It's weird, right, as if you wake up right afterwards, some of these dream scenes are so vivid, but they easily fall right out of memory. Is our brain telling us not to remember the stuff that wasn't real? That'd be a good feature. Often I can hold onto just a few images a day later.
Maybe it's from the COVID pizza-joint post that brought this up, but I was at a pizza joint with a work colleague that I don't' see very much. He had one of those personal pan pizzas, perhaps 10" diameter (between NY and Chicago style. I was not impressed.). I didn't have one due to having eaten already so I bought a coke. As is the case now, the place was empty except for us two and this Millennial guy, who I asked in a friendly manner "what's up with you kids these days". Something like "nothing much" was the reply, which is to be expected during these times, plus with his wearing of a mask, I couldn't tell for sure that's what he said.
The bearded young guy (you know how dreams are - first I saw a beard, then I saw a mask) rang us up from behind the piece of plexiglass. I gave him a 20, and got a buck and some change back. "You've got to be kidding me, for a small pizza and 2 drinks?" "Yeah." I already heard this 10 years ago, but a twenty is indeed the new fiver now.
It turned out that we were on a long road trip, something like 1,000 miles from home at this point. "Let's go check out the campus." As we walked a couple of blocks from the car then well into the campus, I realized I'd lost my friend, who'd been behind me. I have a good sense of direction, but I already didn't remember where the car was, and I had just the old clunker retard phone. "Whoa, without the phone, I don't know how much trouble this would be", I thought.
Well, this campus was just full of people. Nobody was face-masked up, and the people were as close together as is normal. It was great seeing the place. I figured I'd just roam around and call my friend later on to get back. I headed toward some buildings that housed some of the, what we now call STEM, departments. On most campuses, these buildings aren't the fanciest, as those professors and students just don't give a rip. They've got interesting work to do. It was the same here.
I was really enjoying the magical normal times on the campus. As I was taking a short-cut toward what I figured was the way back, I ended up in some high bay (say 40' x 100' with a 20' ceiling) that housed the math or physics geeks' offices or labs along with lots of surplus crap of all sorts. That's typical - you can throw the math guys in a basement somewhere, and start storing old lab equipment and computer punch-card machines. They don't care. Just don't mess with anyone's red stapler.
Being in a good mood, I ran down the metal on the edge of some stairs, where there was no railing. As I got to the bottom, some long-haired math or physics grad student came out of an office and was so happy to see someone. He had a huge smile. For a second I thought he was gay, as he was so friendly, but nah. He was glad to see an unmasked normal individual. I made some anti-Kung Flu Panic smart-ass remark, and the guy was even happier.
"Well, I gotta go back", I said and left. What was "back" in this dream, to this PanicFest world of ours? That's what I think. Of course, I'm no Sigmund Fraud, and you can't do any Medicare billing by analyzing your own dreams, so ...