Last night I had a dream that involved Peabo, The Deets, my friend Mike, the flooding Minnesota River, and Vodo being on called ‘The Vodo’ on TV.
Also, the most disturbing part of the dream? I gave birth to a baby boy who I decided to name Randl Fiction. Yeah. Not only did I spell Randall wrong, I gave my kid the middle name Fiction. In the dream I was obsessed with the name and convinced that I would not give my baby such a stupid name. Most of the dream involved trying to find the birth certificate to see if I really signed off on such nonsense and trying to find out if it was too late to change his name.
All anyone wanted to do was talk about my brand-new baby and how quickly I recovered from the birthing process. All I wanted to do was talk about how drunk I must have been to name my baby Randl Fiction.
Dare I ask: Who was the father?
I don’t know. Bobby Fiction? There was no father that was ever mentioned. Your role? Driving the car we were in into the flood waters of the Minnesota River and asking everyone in the car if they knew how to swim because we were going in.
Glad to have you back among the living, friend, dreams of babies or no. I think Fiction is a pretty decent name. You could have two pets and name one Fact and the other Fiction. Or Randi Fiction, I suppose.
What was I doing in the dream?
Riding in the car that was heading into the river. I am pretty sure we were all on a quest to get the birth certificate.
For what it’s worth, I have driven a car through a creek before while asking my friend if he knew how to swim. Although it was a bit smaller than a flooding MN River.
Are you a little creeped out that I can read your memories? You needn’t worry, I only use my powers for good.
For your own sake, stay away from my band camp memories.
The things you did to that trumpet is very nearly a crime against humanity.
I think the name Randl Fiction is BRILLIANT! He is obviously the protagonist in your FUTURE BEST SELLING NOVEL! Better get busy writing.
Okay, Ed tipped me off on my guest appearance here…so, the question of the thread is ‘what was my role’? I’ve always pictured myself as the strong silent type…but I have wondered how I would look if I did a drama queen freakout and this dream seems to have that potential.
I’ve written some randy fiction in my time, but Penthouse kept rejecting it.
Have I ever told you how patient I can be?
Tap tap tap tap tappity tap…my non-drummer rythym is showin….
Okay, I give up…not because I ran out of patience, but because I respect your dream turf…but not so much that I can’t resist a little tease, eh?