August 14, 2003
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Yeesh, I begin to recall why I stopped posting here (having not been able to bring up any of xanga for three days. And they expect us to want to sign up and pay for Premium blogs? Could Premium people get on or something?
Not that I had much of anything to say the first day, but it would have been nice to be able to not post if I didn’t want to…
…yah, that makes sense…
Well, I didn’t dream the night before last, so I really didn’t have anything to say then, but I dreamed the next night. A nasty one too, so if you have a weak stomach, don’t finish reading this post.
I dreamed I was spitting up maggots, but they were like super-sentient maggots and didn’t really appreciate being spat up.
At the same time, there was a shrunken submarine full of people (like in that old series.. Incredible Journey I think it was or something), passing through my chest because they had to fix something wrong with me.
So these maggots were really peeved about being spat up, and one of them pulls out this satellite/oil rig looking thing from no where (like Cartman from Southpark and that nasty anal alien contact device), which was about 1000 times larger than the maggot itself, and slaps it down in the middle of my sternum. Then it actually started drilling (but I didn’t feel anything). So I followed the drill down, and it hit the submarine. So everyone inside was drowned in blood.
It would have been really horribly nasty if I hadn’t had one of those detached POV things going on. So first I was watching the maggots spill out my mouth from a normal perspective, and then as if I was watching from somewhere around my feet, and back and forth. Then later when the drill hit the sub, I was watching from the POV of the descending drill, and then as if I was right beside the people in the sub, though not, because then I would have been all sticky with blood too. heh
I’d think maybe I was dying from the way my dreams have been going lately… if I felt in the least bit ill or in pain. But since this is my vacation, I’m feeling fine. Maybe my dreams are trying to make me feel guilty for being unproductive.
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Last night I had a fairly normal dream. I was back at one of the places we lived in when I was a kid, but I was an adult. The police knocked on the door, saying I had side swiped a car. But to look at my car, it was half parked and looked like it had had a fatal attraction with a telephone pole. There wasn’t a scratch on me, but no one believed that I hadn’t done it.
