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by Fussbett 12/15/2008, 8:51am PST |
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Big night for dreams last night. Several firsts including setting some portions in my current apartment instead of my parents' or grandparents' houses. Maybe I'm growing up? On the downside, most of the dreams were still zombie-related, so...
The first highlight was me as head of the investigation in the Zodiac serial killings (but really I was in charge of David Fincher's Zodiac), and I had just received word that two civilians had cracked the code Zodiac mailed into the San Francisco Chronicle. I was excited but cautious. What if they made a mistake?
I thought it might be a life or death situation, so I couldn't move forward unless I was sure the code was deciphered correctly! The only problem was that it would take too long to check over the ENTIRE code, so I broke it up into lines, and had every person in the department double check just one line. So basically it was a dream about manager stress.
The second dream had me working in a grocery store, spraying the vegetables, wearing an apron. Suddenly it was closing time, and the managers rounded up all the employees and herded us into the back room. Whoa, there are a lot of hot chicks working in this grocery store! That's when I was told that it's time for us to shoot our porn scenes. The grocery store is just a front for a mafia porn operation! I was wracking my brain to come up with excuses and escape plans when suddenly I saw a crazy inhuman shape in silhouette behind a white curtain. A robot made of hollow rings? It was the director, I was told. He steps out from behind the curtain, and sure enough, it was Satan. Who knew my subconscious was so anti-porn?
My rendering makes it look like he's made of meat, but in the dream it was a more of a plastic. |
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