Another dream, this one with knives in

Another dream to amuse you today. Came to me, again, in the early hours of the morning. I seem to recall I switched off my alarm, giving up on getting to work at 07:00am, and decided to wake up when Mrs. Hatboy and the girls did instead. Still allowing me to get to work by 08:30am. Totally worth it.


This dream was briefer. I was without a car for the afternoon, but Mr. BRKN had kindly agreed to give me a lift to wherever it was I needed to go. The only catch was that we needed to stop at a shop where he’d ordered a hunting knife. This was fine with me.

I was also without a mobile phone, and Mr. BRKN’s phone was in dire need of charging. This didn’t really head anywhere as a plot point, and I believe it was just added to ramp up the tension unnecessarily.

The knife, in case you were interested, had been specified as having an avocado green leather-bound handle, but I don’t know anything else about it. From what I saw, it was avocado skin green, not avocado flesh. Which is cool. Also looked like a similar surface to avocado skin. The knife hilt may in fact have been bound in treated avocado skin. It was the millennialest knife ever.

The shop also sold leather-bound notepads and old-style scrolls with modern curling-and-uncurling mechanisms that you could then store in a thing like a cigar case. It’s probably for the best that this shop only existed in a dream, because I was about to drop a heap of money in it when I woke up.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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1 Response to Another dream, this one with knives in

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    So brkn is a hipster. Got it. Seems legit.

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