Don't be lazy. Read or be Read.
I woke up this morning at 5:30a.m. I awoke after a nasty dream that my long time friend was a discrete serial killer. In my dream I was over to his house which was a very clean sort of George Jetson looking place with all of the latest futuristic gadgets and hidden normalitys. I noticed a dead body in the pantry as I accidentally walk into it. My friend said; "Oh don't worry about that, it's going out today". Then there was silence and a long uncomfortable stare. I thought about it for a second, he made it seem as if this has been a part of his routine for years and if I ever needed to know now was the time. I then started to pass out and as I was passing out in my dream I began waking up. I started noticing things in my room; the television, the radiant heater, the frost on the windows, etc. I must have fallen asleep in my clothes, my pants were twisted and one leg was hanging off the bed. It was like walking through a plain into another dimension from a ridiculous state to reality.
When I came through I was in my room and Cold Case Files was on the television. I instantly knew this was a direct affect of my dream because my dream was narrated by the same cigarette smoking fucker who narrates the cold case files. I thought to myself, what a trip, that was the most vivid dream i've had in a while, it was almost fully lucid. Perhaps the next time i'll sleep with the yoga channel on.
Once I got out of bed I looked outside and saw the fallen snow. There was about 10 inches of fluffy powder which reflected a beautiful deep purple hue from the dark morning sky. I geared up and went outside to warm up my truck. My mom was sick the night before so I planned on driving out to her house to surprise her with breakfast.
While cleaning the thick snow from my truck someone pulled into the drive way. It was still pretty dark and all I could see was bright headlights as they plowed through the snow toward me. At this point i'm still a little shook up from my dream, i'm not ready for any early morning confrontations. The car stopped about 20 feet from me and the door opened. I was sort of stuck like a spooked deer, then I heard a voice, "What the fuck are you doing up?" At this point I knew who it was but at the moment forgot about giving him permission to hunt on my property. I chatted with the hunter for a few then wished him luck hunting.
Finally I made it out to the Country Son for a peaceful breakfast. My early morning peculiarities were subtled by the friendly "morning after" chat which was blowing through the local greasy spoon. I love listening to the oldschoolers talking about storms that happened at a time when you're always too young to witness. I could listen all morning and never say a word throughout.
When I arrived at Mom's it was still dark. She was awake but didn't expect me, the breakfast was a good idea.
I am about to leave Mom's crib and head over to the bank. As for this journal, it's current, I can only write what I think could happen thourghout the day...let me think...
I have been writing this off and on while listening to some ambient shoutcast @ www.shoutcast.com...enter ambient, it's the best music for a snowy day.
I will write again the next time something interesting happens.
Today is peaceful, enjoy your day off.
S Dub.
When I came through I was in my room and Cold Case Files was on the television. I instantly knew this was a direct affect of my dream because my dream was narrated by the same cigarette smoking fucker who narrates the cold case files. I thought to myself, what a trip, that was the most vivid dream i've had in a while, it was almost fully lucid. Perhaps the next time i'll sleep with the yoga channel on.
Once I got out of bed I looked outside and saw the fallen snow. There was about 10 inches of fluffy powder which reflected a beautiful deep purple hue from the dark morning sky. I geared up and went outside to warm up my truck. My mom was sick the night before so I planned on driving out to her house to surprise her with breakfast.
While cleaning the thick snow from my truck someone pulled into the drive way. It was still pretty dark and all I could see was bright headlights as they plowed through the snow toward me. At this point i'm still a little shook up from my dream, i'm not ready for any early morning confrontations. The car stopped about 20 feet from me and the door opened. I was sort of stuck like a spooked deer, then I heard a voice, "What the fuck are you doing up?" At this point I knew who it was but at the moment forgot about giving him permission to hunt on my property. I chatted with the hunter for a few then wished him luck hunting.
Finally I made it out to the Country Son for a peaceful breakfast. My early morning peculiarities were subtled by the friendly "morning after" chat which was blowing through the local greasy spoon. I love listening to the oldschoolers talking about storms that happened at a time when you're always too young to witness. I could listen all morning and never say a word throughout.
When I arrived at Mom's it was still dark. She was awake but didn't expect me, the breakfast was a good idea.
I am about to leave Mom's crib and head over to the bank. As for this journal, it's current, I can only write what I think could happen thourghout the day...let me think...
I have been writing this off and on while listening to some ambient shoutcast @ www.shoutcast.com...enter ambient, it's the best music for a snowy day.
I will write again the next time something interesting happens.
Today is peaceful, enjoy your day off.
S Dub.