It's taking forever for the 20th to arrive. Payday and the first day of spring.
For those of you playing along at home, Spring actually begins at 11:49 p.m. Mountain Daylight Time on March 19th, 2008!
On Monday morning after taking my prescribed leak in the dark, with impeccable aim if I may add, I exited the bathroom and was face to face with a six foot tall shadowy figure standing in my bedroom.
I don't believe that I outwardly showed any fear but inside I jumped in fright. So I reached out for the switch knowing that I'd be ready to shit bricks or be relieved that my imagination ran away with me. Of course the lightswitch was in the shadow's direction but I still flipped the light on and found that it was just a trick of the light.
Or shadow.
Anyway I felt really stupid but the fact nothing was there and only my imagination was at play it affirmed my endeavor to be a mechanistic materialist.
May fate and Diebold forbid that she ever holds that office but in case this omen of the apocalypse does come to pass and dark storm shadows loom on the horizon she will still be considered to be a great President in stark contrast with the bumbling incompetence, outrageous evil and selfishness embodied by the administration of George W. Bush.
Please refer to the scene in the Dune movie where Baron Harkonnen says he'll put Arrakis under the rule of Rabban then switch him out with Feyd, beautiful Feyd the shota love puppet, who will be hailed as a kindly philosopher king. I believe this also appears in the book but I can't find my copy right now.
Anyway it came out in therapy today that I have serious issues with female authority figures. When I entered the office I was silently condemning myself as a misogynist but through the miracle of EMDR and psychotherapy I left realizing it's not such a big fucking deal.
While driving back to work it did give me pause to wonder if any part of my ill-esteem towards the wife of a former President of the Republic may lay in my subconscious. If that's the case then I'm a piss-poor citizen who oughtn't be eligible for sufferage. I need to find legit material to recursively suport my belief that Hillary is evil and will turn this formerly great nation into a vast nanny-state where the coins are minted with "THINK OF THE CHILDRUUNNNNN" instead of "E Pluribus Unum".
She grew outside of a housing project which was in remarkable repair in addition to being spotlessly clean. Despite the potential for careless and insensitive neighbors the tree's survival was miraculous.
After spending some time under its bough and tracing its long root system it was time to go home. Half a block away sitting against bricks were a young couple. They were teenagers, the girl sitting against the building had a blonde mohawk and wore legit punk clothes not the kind of stuff one would find at Hot Topic or the fat goth store. Sitting between her legs was a smaller, fidgety guy with dark hair and kinda nondescript if it wasn't for his insecurity and submission to his girlfriend.
She looked up at me, "I let him have oral, anal and vag and he still doesn't respect me." When I looked in her eyes I was repulsed and suddenly she went from looking cool to relatively desperate like she'd shoplift a ninety nine cent tv dinner and it'd be the best meal she had all week. Her boyfriend was marginally more repugnant but didn't really attract my attention.
The rest of the dream had something to do with spiders but I don't remember the specifics.
