OK, the Dream Factory is officially fired…

OK, so I had this dream last night that was weird, and I remember a lot of detail (which is unusual for me).

I am at this huge boat show for some reason, and I’m bored out of my mind. Luckily for me, the gigantic boat that we’re in (large building size, at least ten stories above the water), has a deck that is purely comic books and comic book related toys and games. I remember looking at some Batman and Superman cartoon styled toys and a few issues of Superman that I’ve never seen before.

So I’m wandering around, and I finally decide that I want to go and find my folks. I wander to the stairs that navigate this behemoth ship, and decide that since I’m near the top I’ll head down to the bottom of the ship looking for my parents. After taking these huge flights of stairs for awhile, I finally find my mom who tells me something about going across the water to this talent showcase and that I should look out for my dad since she hasn’t seen him for a long time.

I head down to the bottom of the ship, and I do pass some fat redneck couples that smile and wave, but I have no idea who they are. I get to the bottom of the ship, searching every deck for my dad on the way and he is nowhere to be found. So I decide that maybe he might be wandering around on the shore of the body of water (probably an ocean, by the size of this ship) so I went up to the top deck to try to find him. There sits my dad, on the edge of the railing. He has what looks like a SPA-12 combat shotgun (thanks to Xbox’s Hitman 2, no doubt) that he wings up over his head and flings toward the water.

A thick line flies out of the barrel and lands in the water. After a few minutes of him complaining about bait, he catches this weird looking foot and a half long mutated dolphin looking thing that he catches and releases. He had some weird name for it too that I can’t remember. The line he’s using looks like that cloth coated rope that Ace hardware has, but it was all worn and looked like it was in varying degrees of coming unravelled. He did this a few more times, each time catching an increasingly weird looking fish. I ask him what’s up with that, and he said something like “Hey, at least it’s not a smallmouth.”

This is where I wake up, my alarm clock blinking. I grab my cell phone and realize that I am an hour and a half late for work. Ah well, Karmon is pretty laid back. 🙂