So, last night I had a crazy kaiju (Japanese for “strange beast” or “monster” a la Godzilla) dream. I originally only posted a brief summary of the following on Twitter, then I wrote up as much as I could accurately remember in a limited post on Google+. I’ve been thinking about it since posting to G+, though, and decided I wanted to make a public post after all. Unfortunately, I don’t know a simple way to switch from “limited” to “public” on G+ once a post is already made without erasing and reposting entirely, and I don’t want to lose the little bit of conversation I already have there with people regarding the zaniness below. So, here’s a more or less direct copy/paste of the original G+ post, changed only for some grammar and formatting:
A giant dracolich was attacking Seattle during (maybe the day after?) PAX this year; I had suspected it earlier but no one believed me until it was too late. (There was a two-day-long “trying to convince people” period in the dream, but it was kinda montage-y, so I don’t remember much of it.)
I made it out and got to L.A. for a new job that started the next day, the first day of which was networking computers in a sex shop upstairs from where Seth Rogen was having a huge movie premiere / party / something.
But the next day a monster attacked there, too. It started with a kaiju monster scene in Seth Rogen’s movie and I was understandably freaked out / shellshocked / looking for a way out because I thought it was just the party downstairs, not a movie showing, and I thought I was actually looking at L.A. being attacked by something. Seth Rogen was being slightly dickish to everyone at his party, then all Jurassic Park style the floor shook and drinks spilled, and the theater/club/sex shop roof was torn off. I didn’t get a chance to see the monster and don’t know if I survived the attack, but I was very “I told you so” pissed off at the same time as being terrified.
Then I woke up. I went to bed completely sober and medication-free last night. If I’d been on anything, I might could understand having such a fucked-up dream. The last song I listened to was a gorgeous piano version of “Battle with the Four Fiends”, and I guess that could lead to some sort of “boss fight” scenario in my subconscious, but damn. I have a weird brain.
So yeah, that’s my brain for ya. What the hell?