I was sitting here kind of at a loss for what to write about. And then I remembered the wierd dream I had last night. I usually don’t remember my dreams, except the ones involving unnatural acts and rache. I was driving through this incredible mountainous landscape with my dad, who died in 1970. It was India, but the road was way too good for India and we were driving really fast. Dad was at the wheel I was in the passenger seat. It was a roller-coaster ride.
How is one to interpret such a dream. Was it a premonition of death? Was Dad giving me a tour of heaven? Heaven, for me, would include mountains and I’d be in good enough shape to play in them. Or was riding shotgun with Dad driving too fast at the edge of thousand foot cliffs a vision of hell? Or had Dad returned to give me a little driving lesson in the road rally of life, since he didn’t stick around to guide me through my young adulthood? Or were the dream god’s just providing some cheap entertainment to prevent an endless loop of Dianna Taurasi pumping her fists and celebrating UConn’s victory over my beloved Gophers. Or was it just the Garlic Lover’s chip dip?

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  1. I’d take the cheap entertainment, but then I always hope for the simplicity in dreams that stays elusive.

    I like the scene though, a Himalayan roller coaster? yeah.

  2. indian mountains and pounding gophers.  i think i saw a porno like that once.

    these are the unnatural acts to which you were referring, aren’t they.

  3. I think I saw rache’s porn once. While I won’t say it was hot, it did get the job done.  *ahem*

    Gophers…  heh.

  4. I had a dream that two birds perched on a landing on the side of a house.  They were male and female.  I didn’t know this because I know anything about birds, but because they had human heads, and the female had long hair.  The guy bird started humping the girl bird, and when they were done, the girl bird reached over to a caterpillar that was about the size of half a bike tire’s innertube, and sensuously ripped its soft body apart, offering the half in her right hand to the male bird.  No joke.  Now, how am I supposed to interpret that? 

  5. You’re not supposed to interpret it, your supposed to make a film out of it and then you’ll be heralded as the next Fellini. Or the next Birdman of Alcatraz.

  6. hopefully it doesn’t mean you are going to die soon… its probably just a dream… don’t get to deep into it… but very interesting thoughts… i like how you think

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