The Thirteenth Killer Dream

Although the dream title may sound threatening, this was a ‘fun’ dream. I returned again to ‘episodic’ format for dreams last night. That’s the expression I use when the dream is more like a television or movie experience. Although I still starred, action went on before other cameras, where I wasn’t in those scenes.

Overview: We were in a sunny, urban area that reminded me of the Silicon Valley-SF Bay. I was a reporter, chasing a story about a serial killer. My team and I had gone down the highway to investigate some details on a recent murder. After gathering clues, we headed back up an Interstate to work other angles. The highway was white concrete with the standard markers dividing it into four lanes. Ahead was a road block. The police were stopping everyone and asking for identification.

Back in another dream segment, two reporters, both male, had noticed that the 13th of the upcoming month had significance in the string of murders. Talking about it, the two reporters agreed to meet on that day.

Back on the highway, my car windows were down. The wind was blowing papers around. I was in a rental car, trying to find my rental agreement and identification. A state trooper approached my car. I stopped my car and offered him papers. They weren’t what he was looking for. The traffic had moved ahead. He told me to pull forward to the end of the traffic and stop again. I did as told, still looking for my identification while he stood at the window, waiting. He waved other cars around me as I continued dumping papers out of my briefcase and going through the center console, pockets, and the glove box, looking for identification, talking to the officer as I did this, telling him who I was and where I was going. He was responding that he didn’t care, he just wanted my identification.

Two cars passing me had my co-workers in them. Slowing, windows down, they called out, wanting to know if I was okay. I called back to them that I was as the trooper ordered them to go on.

Over in the other story line, we — the viewers — realized that one reporter was the serial killer. Investigating himself was a front to learn information from the police and other reporters, and throw us all off. The second reporter, apparently unaware of this, was making ready to meet the killer.

I finally found my identification and presented it to the officer. As he looked it over and we spoke, I had an epiphany and realized that a reporter could be the serial killer. That surprised and concerned me so much that I simultaneously pulled out my cell to call one of my team to talk to them while also starting to drive away. Both caused an irritated reaction by the trooper. Accusing me of trying to flee, he stepped back, put a hand on his gun, and ordered me out of my car. As I tried convincing him that I’d made an innocent mistake, apologizing profusely all the while, the screen split and we witnessed the serial killer stalking the other reporter. I realized the case had a supernatural element to it. The significance of the thirteenth was that he was the thirteenth killer; he’d been inhabiting other bodies. I wanted to chase that aspect.

The dream ended.

March 9, 2021 0

Tuesday’s Theme Music

I began by appropriating a Def Lepard melody, twisting lyrics to suit my purpose. “Pour some coffee for meee.” That sent the Wayback Machine rummaging through my head for today’s music.

Good morning. Today’s label is Tuesday, March 9, 2021. The thermometer says it 37 degrees F. The forecasters say, “Today will be cloudy with rain showers.” The high is expected to be 48 or thereabouts. Solclimb in Ashland was 6:33 AM. Soldrop is expectd at 6:10 PM.

Today’s theme music turned out to be Great White’s 1989 cover of “Once Bitten, Twice Shy”. It’s natural to be leery of something after it got you once. That’s true whether it’s an animal biting a human, a human hitting an animal, or a politician breaking their word (well, unless you’re a Trump supporter). It has less of a metal sound and more of a rock and roll/boogie-woogie sound. An entertaining song.

Stay positive, test negative, wear that mask and git that vac. We’re counting the days until we’re eligible. Here in Oregon, it’s expected somewhere around the end of April, beginning of May for our age group. My wife likes to joke with her older friends, “We’re still too young for the vaccination.” Says it’s probably the last time she’ll be able to claim she’s too young for anything, but then, she still doesn’t qualify for Medicare. Well, nor do I, but it’s coming.

Have a good one. Cheers

March 9, 2021 0

Country Joe and the Floof

Country Joe and the Floof (floofinition) – Floofmerican floofedelic flock band who performed with a country/folk twist. Formed in Califloofia in the mid-1960s, they soon became influential in the burgeoning San Floofcisco music scene that was growing around the themes of protest, love, peace, and drugs.

In use: “Country Joe and the Floof had one hit song commercially, “Not So Sweet Floof Lorraine”, which was released in 1967, while the “I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Puke” rag became the song for which the duo was most well-known.”

March 8, 2021 0

Happy International Women’s Day

A friend owns an online business called 1000Museums. Quoting them, “1000MUSEUMS is the place to discover, shop and share museums and exhibitions from around the world!” It’s a fascinating site. They’re offering a flash sale to honor IWD. If you have an interest, take a peek. If you want to buy, use the code. Better hurry. Flashes don’t last.

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Gamefloof

Gamefloof (floofinition) – Animal who enjoys playing and/or participating in sports.

In use: “In a video recording, a young buck shoes he’s a gamefloof when he’s caught playing with a ball, scores a goal, and then celebrates.”

March 8, 2021 1

Russell Said

March 8, 2021 0

A Magenta Blanket Dream

Wave upon wave of dreams crashed upon my dream psyche last night. They left a lot to unpack. However, I’m only mentioning the final dream here.

I got out of bed and began making it. As I was halfway through, I discovered a large, magenta blanket on the bed. Holding onto it, I thought, wow, that is soft but where did it come from? I looked around; I’d never seen the blanket before. Chuckling with amusement, I decided I’d throw it on top of the duvet as a final cover. When I did, it spread out and smoothly covered the entire bed. I reacted, “Cool,” and then looked around, a smile on my face.

Dream end.

March 8, 2021 0

Monday’s Theme Music

IMO, Earth has the best coffee. Full disclosure: I’ve never had coffee from another planet (that I know).

Greetings and welcome to Monday, March 8, 2021. It’s a chilly, rainy, sunny, snow-threating 37 degrees F outside. The snow is only a threat if you’re above 4,000 feet. We are not so we’ll instead get Solrays and a high in the low fifties. Solrise came at 6:35 AM and Soldip will be at 6:09 PM.

Today’s music choice comes via the Wayback Machine and Bonnie Tyler. “It’s A Heartache”, the 1977 hit, is dedicated to a friend. Breast cancer claimed his wife on Saturday after fighting it for almost six years.

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask, and get the vax.

March 8, 2021 0

Gladys Knight & the Floofs

Gladys Knight & the Floofs (floofinition) – Flooflanta rhythm and floof/soul/floop (floof pop) band. Formed in the early 1950s as a family act called The Floofs, the group emerged as a major success, achieving success and stardom in the sixties and remaining active until 1987.

In use: “One of Gladys Knight & the Floofs first major hits was “I Heard It Though the Floofvine” in 1967, which was the precursor for a string of hits.”