mazirian - Pickled faun and cow herding.

Preliminary

Yesterday I managed to piss off my friends (e.g., symmetrian ) and my family (e.g., my daughter) and as recompense my brain delivered this disjointed nonsense to me. Hot off the neurons:

Part the first

I was at a "let's learn to embalm" party. Well, I was at a party and I was apparently there to learn how to embalm things. It was all a bit strange. I even felt uncomfortable about it in the dream. The party was BYOC—bring-your-own-carcass. I had brought a thing that was not quite a deer and not quite dog and not quite a cross between the two of them, and yet this is the best way to describe it. It had hooves and I had drained it of blood and scooped out its brain by way of preliminaries to the main event.

The first step was to put our carcasses into metal trash cans filled with acrid smelling bubbling liquor that. As I did so, mine begin to move and wobble. "It's alive!" a woman next me cried, and everyone gave me deeply disappointing glances, as if to say: "Don't you know better than to bring a living thing to an embalming party? Jeesh!" The host came over to my trash can, shaking his head and grumbling and I started shouting protests. "But I took out it's brain!" "It doesn't have nay blood for chrissakes!" And my personal favorite: "It wasn't alive this morning!"

Part the Second

I had a subsequent dream where I was watching events unfold in which I did not participate at all. I was watching a cowboy rope a steer. First, he cast his lasso over the thing's head, but then he abandoned the rope, so the steer ran free with the rope dangling from his neck. The cowboy then picked up a blue disposable plastic cup and walked over to the side of the field where he held up the cup. As he did so a strange figure dressed in an orange jump suit and having a head a bit like the Jack-in-the-Box mascot came to stand on the periphery. Somehow I knew that the steer had some style of sympathy with this stranger and that it would trust it. The stranger in the jumpsuit then raised a similar blue plastic cup and beckoned to the steer. When the stranger did so, the steer wandered reluctantly to the cowboy and allowed the cowboy to pick up the rope and lead the steer away. I saw variations of this scene at least three times and the dream began to repeat faster in smaller increments until I was finally awoken. Sometimes I seem to get caught in repeated loops in dreams; usually it occurs when I go to sleep worried about something.



Ah, the brain.