June 2006

6/3/06
The past couple of nights I've been reading myself to sleep with Larry Gonick's Cartoon History of the Universe Part III. The first couple of chapters deal with the rise of Islam and its effect upon world history. For those of you playing along at home who happen to be Muslims, Mohammed (PBUH) does not make any appearances but Abu Sufyan does show up since he has no qualms against graven images. The material has been programming my dreams and I'll have weird interludes of Muslims appearing in my dream or the setting will be Muslim. Of course they're small non-sequitors peppered throughout a subconscious non-sequitor and most don't survive the rigors of waking. Yet I figured I ought to mention them here in case anyone was interested which amounts to an audience of zero.

happy birthday

It was two hundred years ago that Zebulon Pike came across Pikes Peak. Of course it's stupid to even insinuate that Pikes Peak is two hundred years old, unless you're a creationist, but I figured I'd mark the occasion with a bland remark upon the situation.

stupid god

raddidge wasn't impressed with me. I was impressed with myself. I'm sure that God is impressed with Himself. I don't see what the big fucking deal is behind God creating the heavens and the earth. God is God. It's like celebrating the fact that some kid can color between the lines. Now if Corky from Life Goes On happened to create reality as we know it, I'd be duly impressed by the act.

memorial shmemorial

Why support one's troops when they're just doing their job? No one supports their garbage men and without garbage men we'd be hip-deep in offal and refuse, rife with vermin and plagues spreading like wildfire. Plus garbage men are actually protecting people without killing other people. Why doesn't Memorial Day honor our police and firefighters? Are their lives and sacrifices less worthy than those of the guys in green?

spot spot spot spottles

Spot doesn't like the smell of cinnamon. She'd rather knock over chess pieces and run away because that's how she wins a game of chess.

In Yer Dreams

Thankfully the ocean has been making daytime appearances in my dream rather than being a menacing figure at twilight or in the evening. Unfortunately this hasn't changed its attitude.

Ice floes were floating on the ocean which was becoming progressively more agitated as time progressed. This guy ran into the ocean and began paddling like crazy out towards the horizon. The surf began to rise, crashing against the shore leaving jagged pieces of ice in the sand and scouring the beach clean. I began running away with the ocean hot on my heels. It's been ages since I've been chased by the sea in my dreams. A wave's crest was right over my shoulder but I didn't dare look further behind me for fear that it'd seize the opportunity to crash down on me and drag me to the depths.

I finally made it to the edge of the shore and across the street towards a neighborhood. The houses broke the waves, one of which fell off its foundation crashing forward with the ocean's momentum barely missing the front of a tiny white house on the opposite side of its former location. By the time I felt I could catch my breath, I could see the tempest had grown stronger and waves were threatening above the rooftops and I was the quarry.

The guy who swam out into the ocean was now struggling through the backstreets and alleyways carrying his unconscious friend. I helped him carry the poor guy back to relative safety.

FYI: No Muslims or Islam references in the dream. Reckon talking about it broke the spell.