Dreams. Crazy-ass dreams. Something about getting taken to a secret basement room and turned into something - something with the mouth or neck, and something with the brain and something about taking over the country/world/whatever. Something about The modified evolution not understanding what we say, like we don't understand doggies, and a doggy visited me (Haiku?) and I tried to make it obvious I treated dogs like that too. Then a sudden time jump and I "wake up" in the dream and everything is hazy and confusing and nobody is coming to do any of the procedures, so I go upstairs.I knew it had been at least three months because my hair had grown out a few inches and I just trimmed it up yesterday (and did a really shitty job, if I do say so myself). Hell, at how long my hair was, it was probably more like 6-8 months. Anyway, so this "Dad" character (he... wasn't any Dad *I* know, although he was supposed to BE mine) tries to play it cool, like "Oh I was saving you from the evils!" and we were REALLY (all us gals in the family, only suddenly there were, like, 12 of us) getting shipped off to a secret place to live so it wouldn't be so crowded around the house. Everyone was there, even the aunt that looked like one of the PinHeads from Todd Browning's Freaks (Zippy or Bippo or something). So I (and the gals that 'escaped' with me) got packed in a minivan to drive off to wherever we lived (instead of a mutant/alien/sci-fi mind warp, we were getting trained in Roman Catholicism -- I figured, at least they give you the choice in the end, not using computers and surgery to force your mind, I dream-figured). There wasn't enough room in the minivan. Parker and Conner (my 9 and 7 year old nephews) were sitting on the middle row and I just WASN'T about to be able to fit in the half-sized back row. I tried laying on the floor, but that just wasn't safe, so I got out and went back into the house. At "dinner" we got a phone call and the van had been in a deadly accident. Then I heard "ASH!!! YOU DOWN THERE?!" and it woke me up for real, I had fallen asleep reading.
I don't understand it. Something before all that had to do with wrapping paper and comics-trading with Manda Hendershot earlier...
I will take questions for clarification now, if you're interested -- but you probably aren't because the dream had NOTHING to do with any of you.
Old men, fear me! You will shatter under my ruthless apathetic assault!
Uschi - 2 Old Men - 0
"I am convinced that this world is of no importance, and that the only people who care about dates are imbeciles and Spanish teachers." -- Jean Arp, 1921
"If Jesus came back and saw what people are doing in his name, he would never never stop throwing up." - Max von Sydow, "Hannah and Her Sisters"
