Thursday, March 06, 2003

Strange dream: I am semi-sick and have the day off so I've been napping most of the day. I just thought, like spab, I'd share a dream I had. It was kind of like groundhog's day (the movie) but with only ten minutes to relive.

The first part of it was me talking to an unknown friend walking down a port city street. I could smell the sea water in the air. It was just a lovely day and we were walking past shops talking about various social encounters and the lives of other people we knew, etc... Then I notice that my friend has an awestruck look of horror in his face and he's looking over my back, above me. I turned around and wham! I felt an extreme slam to my left shoulder and everything turned bright yellow-white for less than a second and then I was suddenly down the street and again it was a lovely day, and I was by myself and I realized that I had the same ten minutes to live over again. I knew that in ten minutes there was going to be that same nuclear bomb that had just happen to hit me square in the shoulder, dropped on the city again, but really for the first time. I saw a plane landing nearby and thought to myself that if I could get to the airport, maybe I could steal a plane and escape or maybe even fly towards the thing and save some lives by making it blow up in the air. I knew I probably would never be able to intersect it, but at least I could try and I could have escaped knowing I tried something. I got to the airport and found the only accessible plane was a fighter jet. I thought I knew a little bit about planes, enough to perhaps get it off the ground. I figured if I screwed up and crashed then "oh well", I would have died in the bomb explosion anyway. I spent the rest of the 10 minutes sitting in the cockpit trying to get the engine started. I couldn't figure that out even and then I saw the bomb come down and wham! bright yellow white flash, and then I was sitting in a bar across from a hot woman and I realized I had the same ten minutes to live over again. (I'll shorten this ten minutes) Long story short, we went up to her apartment and I got off just as the building began to shake violently and then I was on a boat in the harbor and I realized I had the same ten minutes. This time I just sat there on the deck and smelled the sea air and looked at the sky and at the people walking on the docks and I just watched my entire ten minutes, not thinking about a whole lot, just trying to appreciate the world. Wham! bright yellow-white light and then I woke up from my nap for real.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Is it wrong for a 35 yr old man to like Tatu? I think it is. I mean if I loved their music and all, maybe that would be something, but I don't recall ever liking the sound of drum machines and Abba vocals, so.... yes, it is wrong for me to like Tatu... I think.