Normally, the grindette is known for her crazy Paxil-inspired dreams, but we have noticed in private chats that my own dreams could give hers a run for their money, even without any medicaments.
Poker sessions are scarce lately, so here's what my mind came up with the other night:
There was some kind of event where people were doing a trip to my home town, and I was staying for the night in a cheap hotel room with some small Japanese kid who was named Tokugawa, but liked to be called just Toku. He told me about some shoddy shop in town operating out of a trailer, which nevertheless apparently sold some of the best ice cream in the world, and I promised to get him some the next day.
So I went there, and it turned out that the vendor looked just like that guy who I've charged with illegal parking a few times at work. I got the ice cream and put it into some egg carton together with some of my other belongings, including my wallet and phone. I then stop for a break on a sofa behind a meeting hall, which is right next to a deep lake that isn't there in real life (well, neither is the sofa). On the other side is a forest and a huge screen which I'm using to access the internet, somehow operating it with a TV remote. I also see Vorpal working on something in that forest, and we greet each other. From the meeting hall, I can hear people talking about some kind of therapy center, and I notice a flyer for some therapist on the ground, which includes a web URL. Out of interest, I check it out, but only see a page with the name of the fictional therapist and a picture of some bored looking man in a doctor suit holding a coffee mug, with some female assistants in the background. Nothing else, except for some minor reference to an event from four years ago.
Suddenly, they loudly play "Advance Australia Fair" from the meeting hall behind me. Vorpal shouts out to me from the other side of the lake, asking me what all the racket is about. I tell him “I don't know, it's the Australian anthem, maybe they're preparing for some international meeting”. I also noticed that the sofa got slanted, and I have to keep adjusting my balance to avoid falling into the lake. Since we're now in a conversation, I mention it to Vorpal, and he is like “yeah, better watch out for that”. The egg carton with the ice cream and my belongings is also about to fall into the lake a few times, and I have to pull out one massive reflex at one point to save it. I realize that it's time to go, so I open the carton and check on my stuff. Everything is still fine, and the ice cream is still immaculate. I also notice that it's shaped like a miniature portrait bust of Caesar Augustus, with some kind of hat which is apparently designed to help keep it cool.
I return home and look for Toku in my backyard, there are a lot of people there. No kids, though, I only find two young women talking and picking up fruits and nuts (which is allowed in our garden, even in real life) on the other end of the yard. Hearing some noise, I decide to return to the garage, but notice my current football team playing a practice match with full pads in my backyard on the way. My coach sees me and yells at me to join the practice too, but I yell back “I can't, I have to deliver this ice cream!”. In the garage, I find a bunch of kids playing around a big SUV which doesn't belong to us. Toku sits in the opened trunk and doesn't even notice me at first. I tell him that I got his ice cream, but then realize that the “cooling hat” is gone and that the head of the ice cream bust has melted away as a result. I apologize for it, but Toku tells me that it's okay, because the ice cream is just that good.
Around that time I woke up...
So, yeah, just a little TL;DR trip into my crazy mind to hold you over. More drinks and poker coming up soon.