Just woke up from a nap after lunch. I dreamt our heroine was on the run from the galactic police for a discrepancy surrounding dubious business expense claims in her tax return and finds herself running a popular bar in a humanoid community amongst the gut flora and fauna of a giant space faring lizard fish thing amongst a school or flock of these things. I don't remember much else other than its title had to be `June Callwood Cheats On Her Taxes` for some reason. #scifi #dream
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Which has nothing to do with the famed journalist and activist June Callwood whom I had never even heard of until that name stuck in my head for some reason.
I lack the writing chops to do anything with this.
Most of my dreams are just a disjointed yet coherently themed sequence of vignettes akin to a montage from a Wes Anderson movie where the hero (sometimes me, sometimes not) walks or climbs or crawls from scene to scene. Frequent fourth wall breaking such as "Oh I guess this is the second act denouement where I learn a valuable life lesson that sets me up for victory in the final act."
and then Brendan Frasier says "Why do you have to explain everything; everyone knows whats going on but explaining it ruins the narrative. Also your production likely couldn't afford me."
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