ante diem vi kalends june 2003 c.e. I compared the number of dreams from Jan'02 - Jun'02 to Jan'03 - Jun'03 and they seem to be about the same. Fifty two dreams from the first one of 2002 to the fourth dream of June 2002. Fifty seven dreams from the first dream of 2003 to the fourth dream of June 2003. I blame myself for the misconception of being a poor dreamer. Maybe the dreams just suck, not that any of you would know since you don't read them, or the retelling fails to meet up with my expectations. I'm surpassing last year. In order to reach 300 dreams by September 27th 2003 I would have to have at least five dreams a month. It would feel easy but I'm not thinking it would be easy. For those of you playing along at home September 27th is the birthday of this website. Four years of wasted bandwidth. Did I Mention? I'm working the 6-3 shift all week because one of the processors is out and they need someone to come in early on her shift and help pick up the slack. Hooray or something. In Yer Dreams! I woke up early, went online for a wee bit and then went to bed two hours later because I had only five hours of shut-eye on Saturday night. Spot slept with me and every time I jarred awake I could feel her comforting and patient warmth against my legs. I was going home for a second time, spent my time in New Jersey and was waiting for my flight back to Colorado. My family saw me off but I went for a walk by myself. My sister came up behind me and starting kicking me over and over again. Before I blacked out I thought "I don't even have to fake being hurt because she's really kicking the shit out of me." When I regain consciousness I'm back in my father and mother's home. He tells me that I missed my flight but I could always borrow his car to drive back to Colorado. That arrangement didn't sit well with me for two reasons since I would have to come back with his car despite any protestations on his part saying I don't have to or I can return the car at any time. He tells me that he has Spot too and I see her on the kitchen counter. I tell him that I'm going back to Colorado right now. Once again Brian is going to drive the truck even though I don't have any house moving kinda things or stuff to do. We drive out on a rainy night and make it to the first gas station on the highway. My car is low on gas and in the dream there's a proscription against me driving with Brian for the sake of sanity or there's not enough room considering Spot is with me. I don't have money for gas and I'm not about to ask my father for gas money so I just sit down in the tiny office of a gas station, Spot left safely in the car, and ponder my existence. Eventually Brian tells me he has to get to a game, apologizes and drives back up north. I fell asleep at the gas station and find myself back at the house in Jersey. The first thing I do when I realize my situation is get a phone to call Jaybird and maribou to let them know I'm stuck and won't be back for a while and Spot's with me so they don't have to worry about her. Each time I call I get the answering machine greeting for a church and the voice is familiar like Jaybird's but there's no way to say that Jaybird and maribou were dicking with me using their voicemail greeting. My father comes up behind me and I snap, "I am going back to Colorado. I live in Colorado now, not New Jersey. No one can keep me here." Feeling upset that I yelled at my father I went into the basement to drink a beer and it was a very good beer. The dream felt strange after writing yesterday's entry. Wile E. Coyote: Super Genius I remember when I was watching Saturday cartoons as a kid. Channel 7 would always show Roadrunner shorts and one day they showed "Soup or Sonic" where Wile E. Coyote finally captures the Roadrunner. Unfortunately Wile E. is two inches tall. He looks at the camera and holds up a sign that says "Now What?" I believe that's how I'll feel and that is what I will think. I can not give up and admit defeat. I still tell myself that this is my last chance.