Our main character is a young man named Brounan, black-haired and poor with no real family to speak of. He lives in a medieval fantasy setting, with a lot of different semi-religious cults. When people come of age they are expected to join/pledge their allegiance to a cult, and the choice is supposed to be entirely theirs, although of course just ( Read more... )

Dreamed I was traveling somewhere, alone, in a car that was halfway D.S.’s and halfway mine. Big old tan beater car, with a box on the driver’s side front that was an ‘extended gas tank’ for long trips, because we all know the front fender would be a great place to put spare gasoline? I stopped at this backwater little town and parked in a small ( Read more... )

The ‘bad cats’ dream has been recurrent since High School or early college ( Read more... )

I had answered an ad for a housesitter wanted, and got the job but apparently it was a last minute thing and I hadn’t actually met the people who owned the place. Somehow I got the key and all the important information, and Bridgie and I went to check it out the next day, which was apparently the first day they’d be gone ( Read more... )

There was a tree on the hillside at my parents' again, and a big chunk came off the top inexplicably and narrowly missed the roof. Again. I didn't find out about this by anybody telling me directly, but because Alex had made a silly journal about it, with photos and a cheesy 'weekly world news' style interview. There were photos of the fallen tree ( Read more... )

My Uncle Walt is dying, who I used to call uncle moneybags when I was really little. This is not why he stands out in my mind over all the other great-uncles and whatever (because that’s what he actually is, my mother’s uncle); He stands out because he seemed like someone who really listened to and respected you no matter how young you were. In his ( Read more... )

I dreamed we had houseguests, plural, like Wendy and Alec or something. It was getting late and we were going on a long trip the next day, like up to DC or something, and everyone else had gone up to bed, and Matt called me on my cellphone. I answered it, because it was late and he’s usually better than to call me late at night, and he said ‘Jesse ( Read more... )

So I dreamed that I was working in this crappy little diner, and Frank Oz, Dave Goelz, Steve Whitmire, Jerry Nelson, and Louise Gold came in. For those who aren't rabid psycho fans, these are the principal muppet performers who are still alive, as Jim Henson and Richard Hunt are both dead. In my dream, they looked like they probably look now, older ( Read more... )

Unknown month, 2002 File dated 3/30/02 ( Read more... )

Unknown Month, 2001/2002? File dated 3/30/02 ( Read more... )