this was just recently recommended to me by eric. i read the 3 most recent posts, and this promises to be an interesting blog, if you care to take a peek. i sympathize with the blogger about the milk post. warm milk is just plain nasty. i sure hope i don't wind up with stupid dormies. all i gotta say is that they better put me and jessie in the same dorm, or i'm gonna go kick somebody's ass. or maybe i'll just act like a pain-in-the-ass until i've been transferred from dorm to dorm to dorm to dorm and finally ended up in the same one as jessie. having jessie as a dormie guarentees that at least one half of our unit will be idiot-free.
it has been brought to my attention that i sort of sound like i'm talking to myself. well, not only have i typed entire paragraphs debating this issue, it's got some solid truth in it. here i am, sitting in front of my computer, typing silently to an invisible and quite possibly non-existant (or miniscule at the very most) audience. i can even hear my own voice speaking all this word for word in my head. so yea, to a certain extent i'm talking to myself.
joe just suggested that i take a lil' space in my blog to document my really bizarre dreams (the ones i can remember anyway), so here goes.
the duck
ok, this one starts out in a harmonious-like colorful swamp in australia. then suddenly, this poacher shows up, who bears a striking resmeblance to whats-his-face the poacher from the rescurers down under. he pulls out his shot gun and shoots this evil-looking duck. ok, this is where i come in (sort of) this entire dream i see through the eyes of a bug who is sometimes a person (me). just a lil' beetle or whatever. so me the beetle and my buggy friends set out on a mission to rescue the duck. why? i'm not quite sure. so now we're swinging from vines and crawling up spikey walls and dodging crocodiles and following the poacher's canoe. we lose him at one point, but catch up at the meat-processing facility. (the whole while we seem to be switching from being bugs to humans and vice versa). so now comes the dangerous part. we have to enter into the production system to find the duck. the whole system is underwater pipes (actually they resemble air ducts alot) so we have to hold our breath for a long time. then we reach a part where we gotta split up and i'm following what i think is the duck (a book-bag type object containing packaged duck meat) and somebody else is following it another just like it, and somebody dies because they go through the radiation pipe. then i manage to lose the dead duck (or whatever it was) and escape into this dark room, with only one uncovered lightbulb and a pull switch hanging from the ceiling. the walls are covered in that fake wood cardboard siding stuff and there's a table in a corner. so i'm back in my human-me form and some guy walks in. he was apparenly one of the bugs too, and we're really close friends. it's some kinda scary hiding-from-the-gestapo moment for a while, then i woke up. bizarre, no?
ok, well, i think i bored you long enough for one day. so i leave you with some words of wisdom:
It is impossible to make anything foolproof, because fools are so ingenious.
2 comments:
Alright, that's what I'm talking about, we need more bizzare dreams like that from you. I look forward to more so that I can really see how weird and messed up you mind thinks and elaborates things...
As if you needed more proof you boob.
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