Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Man, there ain't too much to report on today. I've been noticing that I've been dreaming a lot lately, or at least remembering more of my dreams than I usually do. I haven't necessarily been dreaming about any one thing, but I've been noticing themes where I have to get some task accomplished or achieve some goal within a certain time, often against a backdrop of impending evil. Things tend to shift quite frequently in my dreams, and people and places are rarely what they initially seem. Only last week, my mother grew the body of a big, white bird and the head of an iguana (wearing some kind of tiara), and proceeded to spout Bible verses at me. All of this as my brother, Jamie, and I were searching for a hidden passageway within a set of Victorian houses built along a seaside cliff. Another dream involved me looking for what I believed to be a magic ant eater within a large building made entirely of unpainted wood. People in the building were laughing at me, but they clearly didn't understand the importance of the ant eater.

Well, enough about that. It's been said that there's nothing less interesting than having to hear about other people's dreams.


3 comments:

CrackBass said...

I dont know who told you that lie, but this is damn interesting. you should seek help, that or quit huffing scotchgaurd before you pass out. Other than CrackBass, one of my online aliases is Iguanahawk. is that what your mother turned into? Does that mean i am your mother? Or that I need Bible spouted at me? Maybe you should just pull back from all the Biblical dungeons and dragons you play.

P.S. - Im still sick. what can you do to help me? I realize, that in some people's eyes, my predicament is not as bad as those in Tsunami-ville, but I dont know any of those people, and I know me. So my sickness is more pressing to me than their plight. Perhaps you could set up a fund on your blog so that people could donate money or food to me. or alcohol, for when i am feeling better.

Steanso said...

As I see it, Crackbass, you have primarily 2 options: get better or die. Either way fixes your problems. For me.

The League said...

I'd like to point out that if Crackbass dies, then you get to move in on the Widow Wilson. So, you know, you got that going for you.

I also want to point out that my dreams usually involve a lot of paperwork. I think the reason Mom turned into an iguana headed bird is largely symbolic of Mom's huge iguana head. It really creeps me out the way she eats bugs and sheds her skin twice a year.