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Dreams I’ve had; unedited but (for better or worse) not always fully remembered.

dream.20160315: GOP burgers

by Rob Friesel

You and President Obama are the judges on a Chopped-style burger competition. Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio are the finalists. They’re doing at it hard over the grills. When time is called and they bring forth the burgers, both of them have produced monstrosities. Rubio is oddly disparaging of his own effort, praising Cruz’s burger […]

dream.20160312: bottle bombs

by Rob Friesel

The town is flooded. But not in nature-is-vicious New Orleans during Katrina sort of way; more like a permanent war-of-attrition city of Venice sort of way. But you load them into your gondola, your bottles. Gently you bring them down out of the closet, and gently you remove them from their boxes, and gently you […]

dream.20160123: through the window

by Rob Friesel

You’re fleeing the monster. Run through the city. You never see it, but you can hear it. Hear its growl. Hear the rumble of its footsteps. You hide behind buildings. Dodging. Evading. Never more than a step ahead. Sounds of destruction and carnage. But you’re running out of places to run, to hide. You make […]

dream.20151224: chimeras

by Rob Friesel

You are overrun by them. An infestation of a grotesque mouse-octopus chimera. Little black oily vermin; naked tails and little furry rumps that coalesce into a mass of writhing black tentacles. Traps can’t hold them. And as they swarm, you try to stomp them out. Black ichor runs from their wounds. But, once cut in […]

dream.20150527: pit of despair

by Rob Friesel

Interviewing Rob Zombie, moments before a concert. The backstage room is oddly well-lit and sparkling clean. (You expected gloom and filth?) There isn’t much time for questions. You jump right into it. What’s your greatest fear? your personal hell? He explains: Being cast into pit of writhing tormented bodies, and each one is a clone […]

dream.20140811: stalled brew

by Rob Friesel

After being the first person to crowd-surf at a company meeting (and this after asking one of the all-time out-of-left-field questions), you retire to your home to start in on brewing your first ever batch of beer. You expected to be joined by at least one friend for help (and company) but upon opening the […]