Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

In after Baud. Damn.

There is no right way to do the wrong thing.

Perhaps you mistook them for somebody who gives a damn.

Give the craziest people you know everything they want and hope they don’t ask for more? Great plan.

My right to basic bodily autonomy is not on the table. that’s the new deal.

And now I have baud making fun of me. this day can’t get worse.

When do we start airlifting the women and children out of Texas?

The poor and middle-class pay taxes, the rich pay accountants, the wealthy pay politicians.

Thanks to your bullshit, we are now under siege.

fuckem (in honor of the late great efgoldman)

Everyone is in a bubble, but some bubbles model reality far better than others!

I really should read my own blog.

When your entire life is steeped in white supremacy, equality feels like discrimination.

Republicans do not pay their debts.

A snarling mass of vitriolic jackals

Proof that we need a blogger ethics panel.

There are more Russians standing up to Putin than Republicans.

I was confident that someone would point it out and thought why not me.

Within six months Twitter will be fully self-driving.

Can we lighten up on the doomsday scenarios?

But frankly mr. cole, I’ll be happier when you get back to telling us to go fuck ourselves.

They traffic in fear. it is their only currency. if we are fearful, they are winning.

No offense, but this thread hasn’t been about you for quite a while.

It’s always darkest before the other shoe drops.

You are here: Home / Balloon Juice / Readership Capture / Vivid Dreams

Vivid Dreams

by | 50 Comments

This post is in: 

I don’t know if it is all the throwback posts, but I had the most vivid dreams about Tunch last night. It was weird- he was there, in my old apartment from undergrad that he never lived in, with my roommate’s brother taking care of him. He was not dead, I had just forgotten him and my stuff, and I went back to pick some stuff up and there he was. Really weird.

That is one of my favorite memories of the blog- you all donating so much money to MARC in his name to really get them to where they are now.

Reader Interactions

50Comments

  3. 3.

    Juju

    I had two dogs die within six months of each other last year. I haven’t been able to adopt another dog because I take care of my mother who is 88, soon to be 89 and she has fragile bones, take your vitamins.  When I’m missing my girls or just thinking about them, which is a lot of the time these days, I tend to dream about them later. Usually it’s  about time for one more hug, which I would dearly love.  Your dream about Tunch sounds like a pleasant dream and one I wouldn’t mind having about one of my dogs from the past.

  5. 5.

    Grumpy Old Railroader

    Yepper. The dear old friends (furry or two legged) show up in the damndest places in our dreams. My oft occurring dream is showing up for work on the railroad and I don’t have my boots (or lantern) and hoping that nobody notices. Dreamz is weird

  7. 7.

    danielx

    Tunch the Magnificent!

    Come to think on it, one of Cole’s posts about vet trips with Tunch – you know, kitty strait jackets and rhinoceros hide gloves – would be classic. But memories can hurt.

  10. 10.

    Jean

    @WaterGirl: I know what you mean.  I used to enjoy reading about Tunch, and seeing pics of him.  My own cat, Bing, is huge and imposing, and I admired Tunch–his look and his personality. Then, in a blink of an eye, he was gone.  It was shocking:  “RIP Tunch”

  12. 12.

    Sebastian

    Tunch.

    Damn, the loss of a pet cuts so deep. When my Charlie passed away, for weeks I would just break down all of a sudden and lay on the bed sobbing for what seemed to be forever.

    I don’t know how people handle the passing of their parents or a spouse or godforbid a child.

  13. 13.

    Ohio Mom

    Whenever a dead loved one visits me in my dreams, it’s never long enough.

    These sorts of dreams make it easy to see how beliefs about things like angels and eternal life, ghosts and spirits just beyond the veil, and the like, came to be.

  15. 15.

    Yarrow

    @Ohio Mom: You are lucky. I rarely dream (that I know of) and when I do they’re awful, awful nightmares. I detest dreaming. It’s exhausting.

  17. 17.

    Ohio Mom

    @Yarrow: Oh, I have nightmares too, and I hate them. And unlike the tantalizing dreams about people I’ll miss forever, the bad ones linger. They can haunt me for the first part of  the day until I shake them.

    I didn’t always have such strong and vivid dreams. I think it’s the med I take for RA.

  18. 18.

    Yarrow

    @Sebastian:  It is what it is. Fortunately doesn’t happen all that often.

    @Ohio Mom:
    I cannot remember having a good dream. It’s either awful dreams or nothing. The covid vaccines kicked the nightmares into high gear. I dreaded going to bed because the nightmares were so horrific. Like, get out of bed and walk it off kind of bad. I was constantly exhausted from horrible dreams and then not sleeping after I woke up from one.

  19. 19.

    Steeplejack

    @Cole:

    As I have searched through the depths of the blog looking for stuff for the anniversary, I have had similar moments of strong emotion. I don’t want to say much, because I don’t know what WaterGirl is going to post, in what order, but I will say that the jackaltariat, led by you, has done a large portion of good works over the life of the blog. I think we raised $13,000 in one day for MARC, and we raised $25,000 for Mayhew’s niece in a similarly short time. Just two examples. And there have been so many other moments of kindness and grace. That’s all thanks to you and the space that you have created here.

  20. 20.

    NotMax

    Not ever being a person who remembers dreams (presumably I have them), long held a reserved seat in the skeptic’s gallery about those who say they do.

  22. 22.

    lurker

    so what stuff did you forget at the apartment.  I mean you went back for the stuff and not Tunch … that must have been pretty important stuff … was it the mustard?  I bet Tunch has the mustard now.  He will give it back when you feed him.

     

    I do manage to miss Tunch, which is surprising since I not only never met him, but am barely a cat person.  Hope he visits you in a livable way in your dreams.

  25. 25.

    BellyCat

    Good stuff, right?!?!

    I’m one night behind you in the Vivid Dream Department ™ . You apparently substituted “previously scheduled life” for Tunch and sent it up 79 North to PGH. Thank you!

  27. 27.

    NotMax

    FYI. Apple – fall – tree.

    An Iowa man and his Minnesota son pleaded guilty to a charge of civil disorder in the Jan. 6, 2021, Capitol riot, admitting that the entered the building through a broken window and pushed through a police line once inside.

    Both Daryl Johnson, 51, of St. Ansgar, Iowa, and Daniel Johnson, 29, of Austin, Minnesota, had made social media posts noting their participation in the Capitol riot in the days following the attack. They admitted guilt in a video hearing Tuesday before District of Columbia Judge Dabney Friedrich.
    [snip]
    In a Facebook post the day after the attack, Daryl Johnson stated, “Mark my words Yesterday will be the beginning of the revolution.” He also made comments about “some version of a civil war” and commented in another post: “Bring it on Biden! I have no problem dying in a pool of empty shell casings.”

    The day before the attack, Daniel Johnson posted expletives about Biden. After he left the scene of the attack, he posted, “We stormed capitol hill” and “Lol Dad and I were one of the first ones inside.” He also commented that he was sure House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s office was trashed. “I was trying to find a way into the chamber,” he wrote. He also posted on Jan. 7: “Trump 2020.” Source

  28. 28.

    prostratedragon

    Lovely dream about Tunch, who was before my time. I also have dreams about the departed from time to time, usually nice ones.

    My pet calendar arrived Monday. Nice to know that the proceeds will help other animals.

  29. 29.

    quakerinabasement

    My wife and I have both had dream visits from departed animals. I can’t say if they’re all in our heads or a glimpse into another world. In the end, does it matter? I say it doesn’t.

  30. 30.

    Tony Jay

    Ah, Tunch, that big, beautiful bastard. Long worshipped by the Native American tribes as the embodiment of Earth, Sky, and Mountain, his mythology states that he visits his most loyal acolytes through the Dreamspace to remind them that All Their Things Belong To Him and Now Would Be A Good Time For Food.

    Speaking of dreams and repeat locations, whenever I dream of ‘home’, it’s always the house I lived in from age 7 to 19. Same living room, same kitchen, same bedroom with the view out back to the apple trees. I guess nowhere else has sunk its roots in quite so deeply.

    There’s also the Enormous Library that I occasionally find myself in. Polished brown wood shelves, shiny brass handles, shelves stacked high to a distant ceiling, room after room after room of all the books ever written, filed away just for me. That’s my happy space.

  32. 32.

    Tony Jay

    @NotMax:

     An Iowa man and his Minnesota son pleaded guilty to a charge of civil disorder in the Jan. 6, 2021, Capitol riot

    Is spraying beans of douchedom across state lines a felony or just a misdemeanour if you’re a Low-Melanin American?

  34. 34.

    mrmoshpotato

    @Tony Jay: Assumes facts not in evidence.

    The beans of douchdom could’ve been sprayed and germinated in the same state.  Most likely they did.

  37. 37.

    soapdish

    Two related/connected stories.
    A number of years ago I was visiting a friend in Buffalo.  They had a rescue dog on my previous visit but put him down for various (good) reasons. However, it was mentioned they had told their daughter they sent him across the Rainbow Bridge.  Now, at the time I was unfamiliar with the “pets going to heaven” Rainbow Bridge, but I *was* familiar with the Rainbow Bridge that went from Niagara Falls, NY to Niagara Falls, Ontario.  I blinked a few times and replied, “You told her you sent the dog to Canada?” Which, while unintended, is really kind of sweet.

    A while back I was in Ottawa for a training class and while taking a nap before dinner our old Siamese cat, Samantha, jumped up on the bed and curled up next to me. “Sammy!” I said, “You’re not supposed to be here!  But stay a little while longer….”  It was one of the most vivd, absolutely felt real dreams I’ve ever had.  At the time I didn’t make the deceased pet/Canada connection but clearly it was somewhere in the back of my head.

    Enjoy Canada, Tunch.  Say hi to Samantha and Tipper for me.

  38. 38.

    Tony Jay

    @mrmoshpotato:

    Exactly. Unless it’s Tory Britain where unexplained fires, toppling statues of slavers and all matters touching on grift at the highest levels of State are clearly matters beyond the remit of the courts and best discussed in BOLD TYPE across the front pages of friendly Volkisch publications.

  42. 42.

    villiageidiocy

    @Poe Larity:
    Shut up shut up shut up
    Organic chem or a language class that you can’t cram for – forgot you signed up for – never dropped or attended . . .
    and you need the class to graduate . . .
    next week. Argh.​

  44. 44.

    trdonoghue

    Long time reader and very very rare commentor but I have to respond this morning. I actually remember exactly where I was and who I was with when I read Tunch died and I actually started crying in public, at a restaurant table. For a man and a cat neither of whom I’d ever met. That’s how connected I (and I suspect many others) feel to this community you’ve built, John. Thank you and thank you Tunch

  46. 46.

    Miss Bianca

    @trdonoghue: I know, I remember where I was when I read about Tunch’s death. I was at home, so I could weep in respectable privacy. I was still a lurker then, and wanted desperately to make some sort of condolence comment, but was too chickenshit to do it, figuring JC would get outpourings of support from commenters he actually knew. Which he did. But still. RIP, Tunch.

  47. 47.

    Paul in KY

    Hope you have more dreams of that fluffy dude, John. My old cat CB died back in Sep. He was 18.  Appeared in the pet calendar several years ago. He had a wonderful life.  Have dreamed of him a couple times since then.

  49. 49.

    Ann Marie

    I was home, fortunately, when I saw that Tunch had died, and cried like a baby. He was magnificent. I wish that one of my cats would visit me in my dreams but I don’t think they ever have.

Comments are closed.