I’m doing everything in my power to disconnect right now. As I write this, I have Lordi blasting as part of a pre-show marathon starting tonight. I might finish it before the gig’s date, well…no matter…music is my savior whenever there’s some big dumb overrated sporting event happening.
Anyway, I didn’t get around to writing about this because I was busy Zygarde-hunting, but now I’ve been temporarily relieved of that, at least for the moment.
So, over the weekend, I had two weird dreams; not on the same night however but worth writing in two short little stories.
If you’re an Anti-Super Bowl like me then perhaps this will help you disconnect from all those updates flooding your feed about it.
I met with Worf and we conversed with various Klingons and I struggled to adapt as most of them seemed to speak in their language. Worf and I seemed to start off with a lack of understanding of each other like we had known each other for a while. But as the day progressed, I got better and started speaking Klingon with them. The only thing I could never adapt to was the food they ate.
Worf seem impressed and it almost felt like he considered me one of his own kind. Then, later in the dream we were alone and walking towards the pool at night. I set my feet in the water and he stood watching me for a while, but as I started to slide the rest of my body into the water, he suddenly started chanting something I did not recognize. I turned around quickly to wonder what it was but never caught all of it before I woke up.
Perhaps it was a chant of honor, marriage proposal or something else. I don’t speak Klingon; however I would like to learn but there must be some book I can buy on it. No way am I going to pay to take online courses (apparently you can do that) to learn it. If it’s a language in the nerd community, I think it should be a freebie.
And there you have it, two weird dreams to share. I just wish I remembered more of them but I write about them anyway because what I do remember is always so vivid.