DreamMoribundMurdoch

I meet my mother working in a shop. She asks me to grab her something; I grab something and hand it to her. Mayhaps, I handed her a potato. There was another guy at work with her. I could not tell who that guy was based on in my regular reality.

My mother and I had gone for a walk and a trip to a restaurant. At the restaurant, as it so happens, Lat, Wcott, & Yhomas were there, sitting at a table. The table and the atmosphere were swart to black.

After that, I remember a glass ordering thing. I remember something that, perhaps, was mint chocolate chip ice cream. Also, there could have been various other desserts. I think all the desserts were based on a fancy restaurant I had attended before with an ex-girlfriend and her mum, or with my grandfolk.

After this, there may have been another interaction with Lat, Wcott, and Yhomas, albeit I cannot remember, because it has been too long since I had the dream. Also, I’m sure that my mum got another job someplace else, albeit I do not remember the details. So, I’m going to move on to meeting my father. My father and I head to the same place that had the chocolate chip ice cream, but continue down the path. I assume the others, Scott, Lat, Yhomas, and my mother, had left.

Putatively, my father and I are going further into the restaurant for food. Mayhaps, my archaic tendencies ended us up at an old-timey country club restaurant full of rich people. My father and I take a loop because, I assume, we’re not one of those people.

We walk through fancy hallways, similar to Putin, with swagger.

We’re avoiding getting caught. I’m pretty sure my father was caught, and we were told to walk out. Once we walk out, we’re either in a mall or outside the old-timey place.

I see someone based on my friend, Yousef, whom I met in Shanghai, China. Albeit, it’s not truly Yousef, but a buff lady with a giant head. Now, we’re certainly inside a mall. There’s grey granite and, mayhaps, some gilded strips throughout the flooring.

We fade to a parking lot. Together, we practice our sprints. We exchange leads until I show off my youth and sprint into a fence, which has elephants behind it.

I decide whether or not the elephants are dangerous. Thinking about how an elephant’s jaw could destroy your jugular, I decide, in the end, to pet the elephant.

At this point, the elephant is small enough that I can pet its entire face while standing on the ground. After this, the details become hazy, or I have forgotten them.

Dream Journal — The Day of July 23, 12,018 HE MoribundMurdoch

One-sentence Robot Explanation: The dream seems to be about moving through family, class anxiety, social memory, and strange status-coded spaces, before ending in a moment where something potentially dangerous, the elephant, becomes gentle enough to approach.

The emotional pattern is probably: family → social awkwardness → fancy/rich-people alienation → getting caught/out of place → youthful showing off → danger becoming tame.

Dream Glossary:

Putatively Supposedly, allegedly, or according to assumption. It is used when something is believed to be true, but not known for certain. Example: Putatively, my father and I are going further into the restaurant for food.

Albeit Although, even though, or however. It introduces a contrast or limitation. Example: There may have been another interaction with Lat, Wcott, and Yhomas, albeit I cannot remember, because it has been too long since I had the dream. Second example: I’m sure that my mum got another job someplace else, albeit I do not remember the details.

Mayhaps A playful, archaic-sounding version of perhaps or maybe. Example: Mayhaps, I handed her a potato. Second example: Mayhaps, my archaic tendencies ended us up at an old-timey country club restaurant full of rich people.

Swart Dark, blackish, dusky, or shadowy. It is an old-fashioned word, related to swarthy. Example: The table and the atmosphere were swart to black.

My Archaic Tendencies / Archaisms A self-mocking phrase meaning the narrator’s fondness for old-fashioned, antiquated, or overly literary things. In the dream entry, it seems to imply that the narrator’s attraction to old-timey aesthetics somehow leads him and his father into a fancy, country-club-like restaurant. The phrase is a little unclear, but that dreamlike uncertainty is part of the charm. Example: Mayhaps, my archaic tendencies ended us up at an old-timey country club restaurant full of rich people.

Archive Note:

This dream entry has been cleaned up for readability, but the original chaotic draft has been preserved for historical dream accuracy: https://pastebin.com/wi0izqyr

In a Korean science classroom (I assume I’m attending college classes abroad in this dream-hypothetical thingo), it appears there are men who have begun a stabbing spree outside the doors (with hindsight, from my perspective after having completed the dream, though I didn’t know this in the dream).

There’s a woman at the classroom door blocking my view. It appeared she didn’t react in time, or, at least, what I perceived in the dream was that she was too busy panicking when she saw what was outside the door.

No offense, but in my life experience, women don’t tend to be the unflappable sort during emergency situations, & I’m often the one who has to brave the situation on their behalf & deal with it.

Anywho, a man with a knife entered, but I happened to be heading over to confront whatever the situation was. I couldn’t really tell what was happening with my limited information at the time; however, as the OG gangstas say, we ball regardless.

Luckily, my presence at the door, & my oddly reached-out hand, which I believe was meant for an awkward handshake, appeared to have deterred the man from stabbing the woman at the door, & I’d assume from going after everybody else in the classroom.

Simply, because we recognized each other, & because I happened to be kind to him, he decided to spare our classroom.

This is actually realistic for my sort. I often find myself trying to see the good in people, or not falling for the tribal games that happen when a social circle, like a school, collectively decides to oust the one weirdo, the falsely accused person, the legitimately accused person, or whoever else.

There’s usually that one asshole nobody really likes. I tend to look past people’s flaws, as a fellow flawed human, & try not to write off the humans with the more egregious flaws entirely.

I shook his opposite hand, the one that didn’t have the knife, & he decided to spare our classroom. Honestly, I don’t know how heroic these actions really were in my dream, since one stabber probably couldn’t take on an entire classroom of people.

However, later in the dream, it did appear that there were multiple people with knives, so I’d like to think this nonviolent action might have been a good decision, on balance, as a damage-mitigating play.

I then proceeded to close & lock the classroom door. He immediately stabbed some random innocent person outside, & the woman next to me, understandably, began to freak out & panic, though, from my perspective, very unproductively.

This was a particularly weird dream for me because I’m so used to the ones where I’m wrestling the gun out of the shooter’s hand or something. However, this one might be marginally more realistic, especially since I’m skinny, out of shape, & not in combat training.

The Dream:

"The pair of dudes, Darik and Kovacs, slip about the floor in a surreptitious fashion, with Kovacs’ arm around Darik’s shoulder, as Darik slips about the big green department store.

Kovacs asks Darik if the reason he is affrighted to be seen by the staff, whilst they muck about with these half-socks, is that Darik would like to eschew buying such half-socks.

Slipping around a downward bend, whilst Darik was notifying Kovacs that such an assumption was correct, the dudes happened across a clam of ladies from their class. Muckstruck & embarrassed by their antics, the boys seemingly lost their sense of hearing & slipped by, smiling and waving, as the ladies likely teased."

Robot's Summary of the Dream:

The dream is about two awkward dudes sneaking around a department store, trying not to be seen doing something embarrassing with half-socks, only to run into girls from their class and become painfully, comically self-conscious.

Notes From Years Later:

My interpretation, or confusion, reading this years later: it appears to be missing context. I sort of understand not wanting to buy half-socks, or very short socks, but I don’t really see why you’d be embarrassed about it. Short socks are probably useful for dress shoes & whatnot, too.

Dream Entry Glossary:

Surreptitious Secretive, sneaky, or done in a way meant to avoid being noticed. Example: They moved in a surreptitious fashion through the department store.

Eschew To deliberately avoid, reject, or abstain from something. Example: Darik wished to eschew buying the half-socks.

Affrighted Frightened, alarmed, or scared. It sounds archaic or literary. Example: He was affrighted to be seen by the staff.

Whilst An older or more formal version of while. Example: Whilst they mucked about with the socks, the staff watched suspiciously.

Muck To mess around, fool about, or handle something in a clumsy, unserious way. Example: They began to muck about with the half-socks.

Muckstruck / Muck-struck An old Yorkshire expression meaning utterly astonished, stunned, or dumbfounded. In your passage, it works especially well because the boys are not just embarrassed, but comically overwhelmed by being caught in the act.

Example: Muckstruck by the sight of the ladies, the boys forgot how to behave.

Clam of ladies A crude, playful, invented collective noun for a group of ladies, probably using “clam” as a vulgar euphemistic reference to female anatomy. In the passage, it works as adolescent/dream-logic humor: the boys are already embarrassed, and the phrase makes the encounter with the girls feel even more socially awkward and immature.

Example: They rounded the bend and found themselves before a clam of ladies from their class.

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