dream - 9/26/2020

 it's actually only been 9/26 for an hour or two, but...

the dreams were fitful. basically, all i have are a collection of images.

in one, there was this food processor, which basically resembled one of those curved vent pipes on ships... to operate, you basically just shove food down the pipe, and eventually, it gets sucked down somewhere to props that chop it up safely. when i initially passed it, there was this huge cake of homer simpson on it. it had been made by my daughter, apparently, but no one had touched it. i realized it wouldn't drain in its present state, so i started to collapse the cake so that the fragmented pieces would be pulled down the drain. i remember the smell of the cake as i broke it up- maybe, at the time, in the real world, my wife was making butter mochi or something, because i seem to recall the smell as being good (to me). later, i piled on some other discarded food, this stuff, not as appetizing, some sort of cabbage and meat deal... i recall my wife (or my mom) commenting on these "old style" food processors...

funny, but as i was pushing food down and watching it drain, i recall thinking about ron saiki. for some reason, he had been in one of my classes or something, and forwarded this untoward and completely backward view continuing to support the trump administration, when reality had long since verified him to be the complete and utter failure that he is. i recall thinking of other people, including reid (this other classmate of mine from high school, who, upon the election of trump, had basically verified that he'd voted for him)... even this reid was no longer a supporter, converted after a long hard denial of the truth...

there was this one scene where our family was eating at some dark, oak wood restaurant. and donnie yen came up to thank this one guy rickie, who apparently had starred in a kung fu movie long ago with donnie. donnie himself was sitting with his old friend and co-star jet li. people were thinking about how nice the guy was, for always recognizing even old and somewhat obscure associations. he was not someone who forgot the "little people." yet a part of me, perhaps influenced by my recent reading of "old school" by tobias wolff and the protagonist's adolescent feelings of rebellion stirred by ayn rand's "fountainhead", felt that donnie yen was being ingratiating... that true warriors didn't give a shit about the little people... i also think i was dreaming of donnie yen and jet li because, prior to collapsing in sleep, i had been watching that awesome scene from "hero" in which sky and nameless battle in their minds...

...can't recall much else from this fitful dream...