Freezer Fragments of Aligned Thinking

The elusive Rik lived in the freezer in the garage of my childhood home.  There was no evidence of it - but I knew he lived in there.  It was thought his girlfriend was Robin Williams daughter.  I remember an odd focus on the frozen patty of a veggie burger.  Reminded me of the same focus we had on the flower water in Anti-Christ.

I was at a F2F again with my team and Bill and I stepped away from the group to talk about ideas we both had... which like most of our thinking was aligned. - Talked about making all the Consultants, Managers and bringing on backup Consultants to train as we walked around a gorgeous resort.

There were ideas about more robust IVR solutions - but it wasn't fully thought out yet- all the details - but it took a bit of the human element out, not every one likes that.

Fragments of a Backhanded Hatchet Panic

Random Fragments of a single dream:

Was having lunch with Pat... but all I remember is yogurt.

A big fish tank with only 1 thing inside of it.. it wasn't a fish... but I can't recall what is was.. a salamander or an eel... flashes to the old Riverbank backyard where it had become completely overgrown and the old pool had even had plant growth.  The thought was we could catch another whatever it was in this tank potentially living in the pool under the swampy growth.

Was witness to a thwarted attack that turned into another.  A girl rushed in the back door to escape a bad guy.  Another unidentified male companion that was with me and I apparently knew... grabbed a hatchet and beat the bad guy in the back of the head with the back of the hatchet multiple times... I screamed at him to stop.. it was too much and I feared he was going to kill the guy...I was worried he would have ended up getting charged with murder since it went beyond self defense...at one point I remember him taking a wooden stake and attempting to drive it through this bad guys head....it was so vivid and gruesome that I woke into a panic attack.

Cloud Ice 9/Chocolate Moon Touches Your Shoulder

Joe Satirani and Steven Wilson played a short set at work in the same day - I was on cloud 9.  This was the 2nd set for Steven and in the dream he remembered me from his first set.  A reporter that was there after the set for Q&A called me out for being disruptive or not paying attention just as the Q&A started.  All the members of the band were wearing costumes which included a gas mask of sorts and they were laughing it off.  

During the Q&A I didn't ask any questions, but instead ate a chocolate bar - after the Q&A Steven came out of a room sweaty with no shirt on and we had a small convo about where he keeps his concerts most updated cause I would have missed today's had I worked from home.  LNPP he said - which I found odd - I went to give him a hug and my lips touched his shoulder - there was stray body hair I observed and after I pulled away I awkwardly thumbed over where my lips had touched to remove any trace of chocolate that might have been left.

Walked back to my desk happy as can be and realizing I had to explain a new routing methodology that I have yet to learn myself.

Busted Charge

I had drove across the country and showered in gas stations just to make it to his son's game.  As we sat in the stands talking and watching the game, I saw his wife walk in... busted.  She was angry and rightfully so... and I just walked away - returned to the locker room where I had left my things only to have found them dumped out of my bags and scattered as if someone (she) went through them.  Mostly remember picking up a healthy number of colored pencils and flipping through a journal I kept to make sure none of the pages had been torn out.   Put them all back in my bag as quickly as I could.  Before I left the locker room I got a FaceTime call from my little sister - all of my family was busy working on some project and Marie was there visiting them... I was a bit frantic and they pointed out that it looked like I had a mustache - I looked in the mirror and saw what they saw.

On my drive home I was running down memories of visiting him at his house - an isolated farmhouse down a dirt road.  I stopped in 1 gas station to shower and although it was noted you had to pay for the shampoo and conditioner - there was nothing stopping someone from just using it freely.  When I walked back to my car there was an old high school bully girl sitting in my passenger seat using my phone charger - I ran her off but suggested that she get a "my charge" as they are great for emergencies. - Just then I realized I had left mine in the bed I had slept earlier that night.

Surprisingly even though the distance was great .. I seemed to make it home quickly and without any major incident. - But this was going to be the last time.