Recently Spot had an exciting moment. A cat who looks remarkably like Spot appeared at the window. Boy, I can't begin to relate how chatty and excited Spot was at that moment. She was pawing crazily at the window like the apartment was on fire and safety lay on the other side.
My car runs very well and I'm glad that getting the head gasket fixed was a sound investment lengthening the life of my car. I started reading Pandora's Star, great reception on Sirius satellite radio using the north side of my apartment and finally my nails need to be trimmed in the worst possible way.
That's when I woke up the first time.
There was a fake king who looked like he was fresh out of a theme park. Part of his schtick was riding on a lion which was really a wolf wearing a lion costume. He was tired and started complaining to me that his mount kept attacking his face, tugging at his beard which would strangle the king. I showed the king that the wolf was only being irritated that it was a fake beard rather than a real beard. Whenever my chin got close to the wolf, the wolf would lick my face and wag happily but once the fake beard was in sight the wolf would savagely lunge at it.
Later I went to school. Some school that I knew was in Colorado and it had an air of being junior high. As I filed in, I was behind this weird chick who had a flattened, disc-shaped head. On each side was a large, bloodshot eye. Atop her head was a big blonde ponytail that would put Betty from Archie Comics to shame. Even stranger, she had a mouth where a large beak came out. The beak was the same color of her head and was blunt.
Ends up that she had two agendas. First, she was running for student council and today was election day. Secondly, she was going to kill everyone in the school. Typical for a dream, I was the only one privy to the latter machination. Disturbed by her countenance and her plans, I made my way too the lunchroom where I sat down at a crowded table. The eighteen year old pierced and tattooed chick who dresses like a little boy was holding court and handing out little alien Tijuana bibles printed in sepia ink. I was so annoyed at her and everyone around me that I didn't even warn them about disc-head.
I left and made my way eastwards towards the plains. Suddenly there was a loud accident which decapitated a guy. In a fit of humanitarianism, I scooped up the head and stuffed it under my overcoat. My logic being that if the head was still warm and fresh enough a new body could be grown for it. Plus the special effects were really poor. All around the wound that was the neck was flickery computer effects and a bad black outline like old fashioned blue screen effects.
The hospital was a frightening place. I entered through the top floor and saw that there was a chasm that fell down into the darkness. While leaning over the railing, the head fell down and I began a mad dash to an elevator hoping I'd be able to catch it or break its fall. I barreled into a crowd of people stuffed like sardines in a bad metaphor or analogy or whatever you want to call it. After the descent, I found the head was flattened in half in a pool of blood.
