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Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was looking through my kitchen window, and I saw this huge bulldog, the size of an elephant running around the building. Then, I saw what I thought was a big asteroid falling a mile or so from my building, but it turned out to be a bomb, and the last thing I saw was the huge "mushroom cloud".
After that, I ran to the living room, where there were 3 clocks showing exactly 7 o'clock. Now, I would've appreciated the dark casino humour of 7-7-7 or at least the "7 is a mystical number" cliché, had I not been so freaked out that it was the end of the world.
Then I sort of black out, and I wake up on this beach with these hot girls. And I think "Hey, if I died and this is the afterlife, it ain't so bad...", but then these Asian guys show up, staring at us. On second thought, I'd rather not.
So then I wake up on a train, going I don't know where, and then I wake up for real.
No more reruns of Jericho before I go to bed.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I dreamt (yeah, sort of like a picture-in-picture TV, only better) that I was attacked by a wild dog. It bit my leg (and I obviously felt it, as usually), and just as I was preparing to react (one way or another -- not really sure how), I woke up in this big room, in this large bed, by myself. I looked at the bite, and it was there, which surprised me, thinking I'd dreamt the whole thing. I knew something was wrong (it looked nothing like my real bedroom), but then this expressionless doctor came in, with a pretty big, metalic, golden syringe, which had some sort of clockwork mechanism, and gave me a shot of whatever that was very quickly. Then a nurse came in, and told me they successfully "removed the scarred tissue", so now the bite looked more like a burnt scar. Then I blinked, and suddenly I wake up in this university (fully clothed -- thankfully I never got that cliché of dreaming I'm naked in an education facility), all made of wood, with a high ceiling. Looked more like a cathedral, except it was a university. You get it. So then my professors come out of nowhere and tell me I haven't been to class in ages.
By this time I felt like a male version of Alice in Wonderland high on LSD, but the thing is, I woke up for real this time, not knowing what to believe (you know what it's like after you've just woken up), and I don't even get to the point of feeling safely awake or anything, that I fall asleep again. Obviously, having a continuance of this dream (which I can't remember).
No more dynamite chocolate cake before bed.