ante diem iii nones june 2003 c.e. Yeah, yesterday's entry was lazy. I was rushing myself and really didn't care if you folks saw me fumbling over words and filling in blanks in hopes of replacing the blanks with something more erudite and writerly. I reckon I am still burned out but not as much as I was feeling earlier this week. Perhaps if I didn't do all the HTML by myself and had it generated by one of the multitudinous blogger scripts available on the internet then I'd feel even less burned out. Yet I'd be lacking something to fuss over and be all anal retentive about at the end of the day. In Yer Dreams! My dream was not so much a dream but a dreamlike news report. It was a short piece about the importance of Father's Day that was quickly followed up by a report about how certain towns in the deep south were getting their annual invasion of bugs since it's this time of year where they fly up from the rivers to breed, swarming over towns. Well I woke up in the dream and started driving up north. I forget why but I do remember that the western clouds were growing dark, thick and heavy with stormy potential. When I finally pulled over and got out of my car to check out the southwestern horizon I saw that a tornado was brewing on top of Pikes Peak. When I did look back towards the mountains I saw that they were just a big, eroded stone rather than being a small part of a greater mountain chain. That was particularly disconcerting since I remember whenever I've driven back from Denver I'd always see when I could first see Pikes Peak and I wasn't able to pick it out because after a while one mountain just looks like every other mountain. What would normally let me know that the usual range was coming into view is when I see the big hump of Cheyenne mountain. I ran through the trees and scrambled towards a ramshackle house. There were kids playing around in their dirt driveway and they soon started running in the house when they saw what was behind me. I could hear them shouting "Get in the kitchen!" which seemed odd since I thought most people would go into their cellar. Of course the cyclone picked up the house and took it on a brief tour around northern Colorado.