Dream Journal

After watching Deadwood, I dream this:

I’m walking around a small Deadwood-like town with lots of interesting fellahs. Most of them have interesting facial hair — long moustaches, goatees, sideburns, and they all sort of fit the Deadwood style but in a modern kind of way. It has a college kind of feel, too. I’d wager they’re dreamers in costume (as was I) and interested in the genre.

So I’m wandering about, going from bar to bar, and end up in this one at a table with three other guys who we all found mutually amusing. I was talking kind of softly as if I had something in my mouth (I was sleeping with a blue mouth guard in my mouth to prevent me from grinding my teeth, and this appeared in my dream). We were talking and making each other laugh but I found it annoying that there was something in my mouth, so I turned and spit it out, and a blue glob flew out into the shadows of the wooden floor. But I assumed that must not have been all of it, because there was still some in there, so I reached in and grabbed out another big gob of it and threw it onto the floor. And yet, there was still more in my mouth. So handful after handful, I pulled gobs of blue goo out of my mouth and threw it on the floor until it became clear that I just had to deal with having something in my mouth and went back to the conversation trying to speak around the obstruction.