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- July 18, 2002
- This was some sort of waking dream. I usually only have those when I'm sick. You know what I'm talking about? You're not feeling well, your eyes are open, you're half asleep still, you have strange dreams.
Well thats the best way to describe this dream, except I wasn't sick.
I remember waking up at 4:00 AM, and looking at my alarm clock. Thats when the dream began to take hold... Mom and I had made Bryan a toilet out of an old engine block. We were going to give it to him at 6:30 when he woke up, but I realized that I had to be up at 8:30 for my interview, so I didn't want to get up at 6:30.
For the next hour, I woke up in ten to fifteen minute intervals fretting over how I was going to manage to give Bryan his gift, and get back to sleep with enough time left before I had to wake up and start getting ready for my interview.
I finally got tired of worrying, so I decided to go into Mom's room and see if she could just give Bryan the toilet without me. I didn't actually get out of bed and sleep walk into Mom's room, but I imagined what it would be like to go in there. I had a mental image of the hallway, her room, etc. I didn't actually wake her up and talk to her in my dream excursion, but I was sure she got the idea.
Satsified that everything was kosher, I went back into my room (that part was imagined), then came to a bit, looked at my alarm clock, and enjoyed another few hours of sleep before I had to get up.
- July 10, 2002
- I was outside, watching Bloomer's sister mow her lawn. There was a baby bird laying out in their grass, which was one of my pets.
She ran over the poor bird, and chopped off both of its wings, and one of its legs. I rushed up to the bird, which although it was a bird, I knew it was Rimshot my cat.
I stopped the bleeding, but knew that I had to go to the vet's office where I could cauterize the wounds and bandage them up. After that, I could fashion artificial limbs for the cat-bird to wear.
I spent the rest of the dream looking for the vet's office so I could do my surgury.
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My truck is powered by a 460 cubic inch high output supercharged blamshit motor.
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