Tuesdays with Muerte

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Christmas is almost around the corner... This is a good summary of my life right now. Firefox is the way to go. Heather, Do you throw salad at Zoo animals? Mom's Centipede. It even has a red tail! ---------------- Listening to: Bill Cosby - Chicken Heart

Bryson and I were chatting over Facebook a couple of nights ago and he was arguing that the Government has been carrying out an planned a elaborate conspiracy to bring the American people to economic ruin since the Clinton administration. I called him a conspiracy theorist and pleaded with him to stop his shananagans now before he came across something true. Then "They" would come erase both him and me and our families. This was Bry's support: ---------------- Listening to: Inside Out - Rubby Ducky

DREAM Part 3 — The Retrieval of the Box of Preciousness I don't remember the rest. It's been too long. Sorry, but now you know how I feel most nights. (Last night I dreamt that I broke into a Jr. High School Gym office to save a crying baby who was stashed away in a side satchel with bees trying to get in its mouth. The Mexican Janitor demonstrated great heroism by opening the office door for me at risk of losing his job. He was NEVER SUPPOSED TO OPEN THAT DOOR.) ...Open to interpretation. Please feel free to comment. ---------------- Listening to: Incubus - I Miss You [Acoustic]

DREAM Part 2 — Enclosed Once my unwilling accomplice and I successful sneaked into the compound and found suitable cover, "Julie" threw me against a wall and held a letter threateningly to my throat. Was this a joke? She was threatening me with a paper cut? Then I felt the weight of a distinctly metal object concealed inside the business-sized envelop. "Who are you and how do you know about the box?" She interrogated as she pressed the blade-lined envelope ever harder into my trachea with one hand and ripped curlers out with the other. Then we were captured by a Dr. No-type villain who threw us into a multi-leveled Shark tank. The tank was basically a bowl with steps and towers built up around the entire surroundings, I assume, for climbing. Ten seconds before we could even make the most elementary of plans, a trap door opened and a 15' shark powerfully glided into our tank. I stood motionless on a step, ankle-deep in water, mistaking the enormous sh...

FORWARD: This dream definitely could have been a mini-series. (I don't know how it works in your dreams, but in mine, the plot can build and build and become more and more convoluted, and then I get stuck. Not unlike the main character of a puzzle-oriented video game, such as Myst or Monkey Island, I can wander frustratedly around a single room for hours at a time. Actually, most nights, my dreams end unsatisfied.) Note: All 3 parts of this dream took place in less than an hour of sleep. Part 1. Covert Entrance Close your eyes and then fade in with an image of me with my back flat up against a barn, head turned to the side and tilted slightly up. This barn (more like a storage shed) was the only structure near the perimeter of an mysterious 40-acre compound. This compound was surrounded by a tall, steel wall with a cluster of modern buildings on the side nearest me. The rest of the compound was said to be just farm land. The wall looked impenetrable--but I knew there must be...