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January 26, 2004

Monday Morning Yawn

There are some nights when my dreams just stick with me. Last night was one of them. Out of the various featurettes, I actually had a monster dream, like in the olden days of my childhood. I was not the protagonist in this one, it was some lady I was rooting for, partially controlling her actions, but mostly just tagging along and learning how she used the art of disguise to evade the creatures...I think she was inspired by the amnesia gal on that show Alias. The monsters were of the the tendriled, John Carpenter, body-snatcher type...heads with nothing but huge toothy mouths or eyes mooshed over to one side like a flounder, lurching around, snarling, and looking for the uninfected. Those are typically the worst things my imagination can think of to throw at me in the middle of the still, dark night when strange sounds creak and whisper outside the window. Stupid feral cats.

Then there was the dream about wandering one of those small, miserable towns along I-40 looking for a place to eat and finally settling on Denny's, that last-chance icon of nothing-else-is-open, so get in here, sit on down, and take it like a man. Then somehow, Mom appeared as I was leaving and for some unfathomable reason, I let her drive. It was dark out, you see. And what with the night blindness thing, well the rest of the dream revolved around trying to help her navigate and she's not making any of the turns, and about the time we were driving the car through a hotel lobby and past the elevators, I realized 'aw for pete's sake,' and woke up.

Uh oh, the Superbowl office pool is making the rounds. Gotta go hide. Heh, Rob says his idea of gambling is sticking 65 cents in the vending machine and getting a can of Dew every time. Guaranteed ROI.

Posted by Jeremy at January 26, 2004 9:48 AM