In the dream, me, Esprix, and Jesus Christ (!) are a trio of gay vaudevillians, and we’re putting on a revue. Jesus is the main guy, and he’s dressed like the guy in Singin’ in the Rain. Esprix and I are the backup singers. For some reason, what I’m wearing consists only of a pair of drawstring boxer shorts. The string falls out, and I’m having a devil of a time singing vaudeville, dancing around after Jesus, and holding up my shorts at the same time. We’re dancing all around the theatre, putting on number after number, but the audience is underwhelmed. So when we dance around to the back of the theatre, I run off and change because it’s almost the end of the act.
Later on, Esprix and I are at home with Doob. We’re laughing and joking and rolling around on a sort of futon thing. Doob starts spraying us with a fire extinguisher, which really tickles, and we’re writhing and screaming with laughter as we try to avoid getting sprayed. Eventually he stops sprinkling us, and Esprix and I end up in each other’s arms and start smooching.
But Jesus shows up, and he is pissed. He starts to lecture Esprix, calling him by a different name, but I get annoyed and say, “Zeus. His name is Zeus. Call him by name. Zeus. Or Jupiter, either one.” Because in fact, Esprix, Doob and I are all gods as well.
This was one interesting dream. I don’t think I’ve ever had a comedy dream, spirituality dream, erotic dream, and certainly not a Doper dream all at the same time.
In my dream, I had about sixty bucks of your money (that looked like it’d been put through the washer a few times, then driven over), and I I was trying to find you to give it to you. I got as far as your house, but I guess you weren’t home or something, because at that point, my alarm went off. So far, there hasn’t been a resolution or anything. Attempts at interpretation are welcome.
[hijack] Last night, I dreamt that I was the new owner of a very small donkey. I took the donkey to its paddock, which was laid out a little bit like a vegetable allotment. Three people were there. One of them was manhattan, who was a female Tibetan ice skater. The dream cut to some old video footage of ice skating. He/she told me to make sure I didn’t let the donkey get out. I showed the donkey around its new home, and it was quite impressed. [/hijack]
It’s not a patch on your gay vaudeville with Jesus dream, even with the added moderator-on-ice content.
