Starship Coyote
Original Gangster!
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Maybe it's a sign. I dunno. However, I had a dream about Troll Kingdom last night, and here's all I remember:
There was a get together for all regular TK posters in a multi-room meeting hall set on a college campus here in Arkansas. In my dream, the actual campus switched between my alma mater and another, but it didn't resemble either one really.
So I drove to this get together by myself (no wife though she does show up in this in a small way). It was night and rainy. There were students running around, and some offered to park my car in a "special parking lot."
I remember thinking I wouldn't tell anyone I was CoyoteUgly to see if anyone could figure it out. The next thing I remember is being in a dark wooden kitchen with lots of people around a table. In a recessed area was a woman talking that I assumed was MissManners... except she didn't look exactly like the photos I've seen of MM. This woman was older and dressed like she lived in Colorado or some place westernesque. She was talking about someone who was fucking with the board and wanted to get some people together to stop it.
The next thing I remember is being in a meeting hall on the front row while the above MM and someone else was talking to the crowd. There were a lot of people there and I distinctly remember thinking "so much for the theory that all of TK is actually 10 or so posters."
I remember getting up and leaving the meeting early to go home. I suddenly realized that the meeting hall was next door to a student union I frequented in college and that an old enemy of mine could be seen through the windows walking toward the front door as if to come out. I gazed through the window and I could see Blondie shooting pool in there and shooting daggers with her eyes at him. I decided she had it covered and walked on as if he didn't exist and I owned the damn place (in real life I graduated and he didn't, so it's not far off).
I went back to find my car but couldn't. I stopped someone who looked like a cop and reported my car stolen by students. Just then a student came by and said "no dude, it's over there in THAT lot." And so it was.
There were other things of interest in this dream, but I can only catch bare glimpses of them now.
What I can't convey is the freaky ambience of the whole thing. I wish I could.
There was a get together for all regular TK posters in a multi-room meeting hall set on a college campus here in Arkansas. In my dream, the actual campus switched between my alma mater and another, but it didn't resemble either one really.
So I drove to this get together by myself (no wife though she does show up in this in a small way). It was night and rainy. There were students running around, and some offered to park my car in a "special parking lot."
I remember thinking I wouldn't tell anyone I was CoyoteUgly to see if anyone could figure it out. The next thing I remember is being in a dark wooden kitchen with lots of people around a table. In a recessed area was a woman talking that I assumed was MissManners... except she didn't look exactly like the photos I've seen of MM. This woman was older and dressed like she lived in Colorado or some place westernesque. She was talking about someone who was fucking with the board and wanted to get some people together to stop it.
The next thing I remember is being in a meeting hall on the front row while the above MM and someone else was talking to the crowd. There were a lot of people there and I distinctly remember thinking "so much for the theory that all of TK is actually 10 or so posters."
I remember getting up and leaving the meeting early to go home. I suddenly realized that the meeting hall was next door to a student union I frequented in college and that an old enemy of mine could be seen through the windows walking toward the front door as if to come out. I gazed through the window and I could see Blondie shooting pool in there and shooting daggers with her eyes at him. I decided she had it covered and walked on as if he didn't exist and I owned the damn place (in real life I graduated and he didn't, so it's not far off).
I went back to find my car but couldn't. I stopped someone who looked like a cop and reported my car stolen by students. Just then a student came by and said "no dude, it's over there in THAT lot." And so it was.
There were other things of interest in this dream, but I can only catch bare glimpses of them now.
What I can't convey is the freaky ambience of the whole thing. I wish I could.
The someone else was probably Sardy.