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mokie_edomI have weird, weird dreams.
It started like an episode of a scifi show. I was second in command to some explorer type guy, and we were trying to reach the far side of this underground desert when someone inadvertantly set off canned chicken bombs and the entire desert cavern exit was blocked off by hash browns. Several of our party members blamed themselves, but I blamed the captain, because he knew who had caused the problem and had said nothing. I couldn't stay there and pretend we weren't trapped and screwed, so I went back to the entrance to the desert, with our old lady party member chasing after me and apologizing. She walked in behind me screaming not to go over that dune, and I saw why--some creature at the bottom, who spotted me and ran up around.
"Say what I tell you!" she said to me, and as the thing approached, trailed by a little pig, she said to me, "Kill it!" I was confused a moment, worried that she was trying to get me dead, but I repeated the words to the creature. It immediately turned and killed the pig, and then diced it up, dropped it onto a grill set into the rock nearby, and made conversation. What was up, what were we doing, where were we going? She sat nearby nervously, and I was nervous, because there were wrong answers, and wrong answers would cause it to turn on me.
This went on until, in the dream, I thought I have to get to work, and went to catch the bus with Barack Obama and a small talking horse head. We rode along a fair ways when I realized that we were going in the wrong direction; Obama was too busy alternating between inspirational pep talk and raunchy reminiscences, the horse head was just delighted to have realized it could talk, and the folks on the bus were staring at us. By the time we got back to the house of the party (Democrats? I don't know; it was literally a party!), I just called in to work, because I wouldn't get there in time and I couldn't breathe.
I woke up wheezing and coughing. The neti pot helped a bit (nasal irrigation! That's two mentions of bodily fluids in as many days!) but lately it burns when I use it, which means I'm doing something wrong or my head-tubes are screwed up. Breathing still feels a bit shallow, and I get to go out and stand in the wet in thunderstormy weather for the bus later on, so maybe I should call in.
I could say Obama made me.
It started like an episode of a scifi show. I was second in command to some explorer type guy, and we were trying to reach the far side of this underground desert when someone inadvertantly set off canned chicken bombs and the entire desert cavern exit was blocked off by hash browns. Several of our party members blamed themselves, but I blamed the captain, because he knew who had caused the problem and had said nothing. I couldn't stay there and pretend we weren't trapped and screwed, so I went back to the entrance to the desert, with our old lady party member chasing after me and apologizing. She walked in behind me screaming not to go over that dune, and I saw why--some creature at the bottom, who spotted me and ran up around.
"Say what I tell you!" she said to me, and as the thing approached, trailed by a little pig, she said to me, "Kill it!" I was confused a moment, worried that she was trying to get me dead, but I repeated the words to the creature. It immediately turned and killed the pig, and then diced it up, dropped it onto a grill set into the rock nearby, and made conversation. What was up, what were we doing, where were we going? She sat nearby nervously, and I was nervous, because there were wrong answers, and wrong answers would cause it to turn on me.
This went on until, in the dream, I thought I have to get to work, and went to catch the bus with Barack Obama and a small talking horse head. We rode along a fair ways when I realized that we were going in the wrong direction; Obama was too busy alternating between inspirational pep talk and raunchy reminiscences, the horse head was just delighted to have realized it could talk, and the folks on the bus were staring at us. By the time we got back to the house of the party (Democrats? I don't know; it was literally a party!), I just called in to work, because I wouldn't get there in time and I couldn't breathe.
I woke up wheezing and coughing. The neti pot helped a bit (nasal irrigation! That's two mentions of bodily fluids in as many days!) but lately it burns when I use it, which means I'm doing something wrong or my head-tubes are screwed up. Breathing still feels a bit shallow, and I get to go out and stand in the wet in thunderstormy weather for the bus later on, so maybe I should call in.
I could say Obama made me.
