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Heavy, Snowth...any sense of impending and unavoidable catastrophe in your life lately?
Mine this morning/afternoon (I slept all day -- glorious) was unusual. I dreamt I was a Muppet version of Brian Williams. *waits for laughter to subside* Okay, being someone else in a dream isn't at all unusual for me; my sense of identity is rather fluid anyway. And I've dreamt of being a Muppet before. Haven't been BriWi before, but eh, like I said, ID is fluid... But the odd part wasn't so much that as what was happening. I was summoned to a sort of formal gala/roast/trial, in which an enormous theatre auditorium full of second-string Muppets and Muppet monsters was prepared to try me for not being monstery enough, or being too nice; something along those lines. I knew I had some friends in the crowd, but the loudest voices were angry and against me, and if I was found guilty, they'd kill me. I wasn't given any time to prepare a legal defense, just told where and when to be that evening; running didn't even cross my mind, and I wasn't sure I could do or say anything which would convince them I was Muppety enough, or maybe monstery enough, to live. I stood in the back row of the huge audience expecting to die. I can clearly remember seeing countless rows upon rows of jeering, sneering, angry monsters, and a few Whatnots and chickens and a couple of the orchestra members, all in tuxedos. Just a roiling crowd of unhappy Muppets, all there to insist I account for my actions. Far as I know, the only things I'd done in the dream prior to the trial/gala were to drop off a bunch of brown shopping bags of needed foods and things at the doorstep of a friend, ring the bell and run like ****; and showing a young boy how to dispatch zombies which were plaguing his room, breaking through his closet walls and scaring him. (I demonstrated a good shovel swing would kill one, and greatly relieved the kid's anxiety about it.)
So...on a weirdness scale for me, this was really only par for the course. Still interesting. I really wish I'd gone through the trial; I want to know what defense I would have come up with, as it had something to do with performing, and I sing only moderately well, can't dance or play any instrument. (I have no idea if BriWi does any of that; though I know physically I was him, and called by his name in the dream, I was still essentially me.) Unfortunately my cat woke me up by horking up a hairball just as I was being called down to the stage/trial podium.
Curious if anyone else has ever dreamt of themselves being a Muppet version of someone else!
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Heavy, Snowth...any sense of impending and unavoidable catastrophe in your life lately?
Mine this morning/afternoon (I slept all day -- glorious) was unusual. I dreamt I was a Muppet version of Brian Williams. *waits for laughter to subside* Okay, being someone else in a dream isn't at all unusual for me; my sense of identity is rather fluid anyway. And I've dreamt of being a Muppet before. Haven't been BriWi before, but eh, like I said, ID is fluid... But the odd part wasn't so much that as what was happening. I was summoned to a sort of formal gala/roast/trial, in which an enormous theatre auditorium full of second-string Muppets and Muppet monsters was prepared to try me for not being monstery enough, or being too nice; something along those lines. I knew I had some friends in the crowd, but the loudest voices were angry and against me, and if I was found guilty, they'd kill me. I wasn't given any time to prepare a legal defense, just told where and when to be that evening; running didn't even cross my mind, and I wasn't sure I could do or say anything which would convince them I was Muppety enough, or maybe monstery enough, to live. I stood in the back row of the huge audience expecting to die. I can clearly remember seeing countless rows upon rows of jeering, sneering, angry monsters, and a few Whatnots and chickens and a couple of the orchestra members, all in tuxedos. Just a roiling crowd of unhappy Muppets, all there to insist I account for my actions. Far as I know, the only things I'd done in the dream prior to the trial/gala were to drop off a bunch of brown shopping bags of needed foods and things at the doorstep of a friend, ring the bell and run like ****; and showing a young boy how to dispatch zombies which were plaguing his room, breaking through his closet walls and scaring him. (I demonstrated a good shovel swing would kill one, and greatly relieved the kid's anxiety about it.)
So...on a weirdness scale for me, this was really only par for the course. Still interesting. I really wish I'd gone through the trial; I want to know what defense I would have come up with, as it had something to do with performing, and I sing only moderately well, can't dance or play any instrument. (I have no idea if BriWi does any of that; though I know physically I was him, and called by his name in the dream, I was still essentially me.) Unfortunately my cat woke me up by horking up a hairball just as I was being called down to the stage/trial podium.
Curious if anyone else has ever dreamt of themselves being a Muppet version of someone else!
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