October 2007

12:03 a.m. on Saturday. Grunt got a head start on the game. He found another scroll of identify, more gold then killed and ate another unicorn. Not much else of note. There are potentially four levels between Grunt and entering Sokoban. Here's hoping that Sokoban grants Grunt an amulet of reflection rather than a bag of holding.

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unreal

Spot looks a lot like Cleo. Cleo was a white cat with black spots. She received a vicious wound on her posterior from a raccoon or opossum and spent her remaining days in an incubator because we wanted her to live.

Around the end of September the house was repainted light ocher and dark red. On Sunday while taking Spot out for a constitutional I realized how much the color scheme reminded me of my first home in my hometown. Before it was renovated. Before we moved to the other house.

I hold onto the past and it anchors me from the future.

in yer dreams

I was the last person on Gilligan's Island. Everyone else had been saved. The Howells and Skipper died of old age. My decision to leave was a rough one but I salvaged some stuff and got a gray plastic boat together which brought me back to the mainland.

Back in Colorado Springs I stopped off at an outdoor cafe near dusk. A Mediterranean looking guy is having dinner with his girlfriend. While waiting for my order I can hear him bemoaning the fact that he has no money and how no one will lend him cash. By the inflection in his voice I can hear the subtext that no one will give him money, not his family and not shady short-term loan companies who specialize in usury. We start talking and I ask him if he would be nice enough to pay for my dinner since I just got off a desert island.

He's flabbergasted and starts verbally tearing me a new one. I pull a book from my backpack which has a gun hidden in a cut-out section, put the gun under my chin and pull the trigger. I don't feel a thing as I fall to the ground. The couple look at me in horror. The girlfriend goes back inside the restaurant while he stares at my corpse. I'm not dead but I guess the illusion must be pretty strong so I heft myself up without using my hands, groan and start shambling towards him. Typical. He runs inside and I can hear the door getting barred.

A quick inspection shows that nothing is wrong with me but I continue shambling down Academy. I encounter Marianne and The Professor telling them not to let anyone know I'm really a human posing as a zombie. Ginger's in the background but she's such a bitch that I want nothing to do with her.

Now I'm in a station wagon with a jetski in the back heading towards some unknown mountain lake. Some guy is sitting on floating trash cans by his parked jetski. After much fumbling I get my jetski into the water but I'm unable to get on and start raising hell on the lake's surface. Climbing back out of the water is a chore and when I'm finally on dry land I discover that my backpack is gone. First place that I decide to check is college. I don't know which college it's just a college and my mom is there so I want to avoid her.

While walking up to the door of an auditorium there's a fat black snake which resembles a gila monster than a snake. Big fat body, chunky head with ugly flat teeth. As I approach the beast rears up on its tail to hiss at me. I stop in my tracks then it falls back down on its bell, extends long black legs and slowly lopes away.

No one has seen my backpack. Everyone's telling me to duck or look out because my mom's making the rounds. Even though this dream is poorly recorded, I remember little else.