Cobain

Last night I felt like photoshopping, but as I had no internet I ended up mucking around with my desktop picture (Nirvana [I like it because Cobain is in a cheerleader outfit and Grohl's leather shirt doesn't fit]). This was the result. Unfortunately, the caption came to me in a short-lived moment of clarity and now I don't remember what the deeper meaning was supposed to be.

I Was a Kangaroo Being Chased by a Dinosaur in a Mall Last Night

I just rediscovered this almost forgotten blog, and would like to place a piece of mindtrash onto it.

Last night I dreamed I was a kangaroo being chased by three T-rexs in a shopping mall. It wasn't fun; not a scary dream, but definitely a frustrating dream, because no matter how much I tried to run or hide, they kept finding me again. Even when I leapt down whole flights of escalators, they would make a very dramatic roar and fling their tiny arms around and jump down right behind me, their massive teeth almost crushing me.

Someone had set them on me, but I don't remember that part of the dream, (the part that gives explanation). I DO remember I finally escaped the mall to the outdoor city, where the crowds of people and intricate streets made it harder for them to smell me and hone in. I was human at this point, not a kangaroo. I thought I should get in a taxi, so I did so, and that helped me escape them even further. Another taxi, and damn, I realized the three people in the taxi were the T-rexes in their human form. Fortunately, they couldn't recognize me or smell me as humans, so I just had to keep up the ruse.

Turns out the three T-rexes ran a guitar/metal band store on a small street in that city, and I thought of a great way to fool them. They walked out one day, wondering why their usual hangers-on weren't around, and they discovered I had opened a 'green' environmentally friendly 'rock metal' store just down the street! Our 'green' guitars attracted all those young hippies, and the store was also spiritual. So they walk out of their store with the thrasher metal playing and find a bunch of young Christians belting songs to Jesus into a microphone down the street. Business was booming; I'd covered the Jesus-lovers and the green-nuts.

The T-rexes went out of business.