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Until it went completely off the rails and into "I'll take obvious signs from my subconscious for $500, Alex" territory last night, I had a pretty interesting[1] sleeping experience last night.

As a minor league hockey player, looking rather a lot like a younger Chris Pronger, I/he was playing for a western Canadian team, which was on the road a lot, and making it difficult to start a relationship with a young woman (either K or a K-surrogate) who lived with her brother and dad in central Alberta or Saskatchewan. Unable to focus, his play suffered and he took a leave of absence from the team, trekking (hitchhiking, walking, taking a bus) across the prairie.

Upon reaching their house, a note was left atop a 30-pack of mixed beers, explaining their relationship and wanting to get approval from the menfolk (who were at work).

The next day, he encounters the men of the house. "So, is it okay that I'm with her?"

"Well, we're both really hungover, so that's a yes."

At that point, my subconscious decided to drive the bus into annoying and stressful territory, but at least had some comic relief in the form of me doing a Happy Gilmore impression by golfing with a tire iron (the kind that's shaped like a very short & blunt hockey stick, not the kind shaped like a plus sign).

[1] - interesting for values of "to me," "to hockey fans" or "to plot ideas" anyway....

Comments

[tylorael.livejournal.com]

I hate when my subconscious drives the dream-bus. Really, I think it should just learn how to be blunt and tell me things when I'm awake, instead of disturbing my sleep.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Oh, mine was hardly subtle.

I make a suggestion or try and do something; someone else says to do something different. Lather, rinse, repeat until I lost my temper.

What the David Carradine animal control officer was doing with a chloroform-like substance to subdue a mountain lion that we'd manage to trap in the garage where we'd been planning on setting up the food and tables for a picnic/buffet style dinner.... okay, that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense.

[tylorael.livejournal.com]

okay, that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense.

Totally fair. I'm not sure, then, if your subconscious is going to drive the bus in any case, if I'd rather it be subtle or blunt...

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Mine was pretty damn direct - there were several iterations of my suggesting a way to do something (lay out the food, carry the anesthetized cougar out of the house, etc) that basically got ignored by all and sundry.

Also, a large number of light switches with no apparent purpose, regardless of up/down state.