I dreamed that my brother, Bill and I were members of a private detective agency performing rather Lovecraftian investigations. We were attempting to locate an artifact with the ability to grant eternal life. The dream opened just as we had found it, although a great deal of searching had been implied. We delivered it to …
I dreamed that I was an FBI agent investigating this factory where various types of protoplasmic lifeforms were being developed. In any case we came to a conveyor belt trasporting petri dishes of protoplasm to some unknown location within the factory. Each dish had differently shaped organs in it — some appeared to be human, …
When I was up in Lexington, cellphone service for the entire area was disrupted for half a day. Shortly after I returned home, I was talking to Vlad on AIM. On AIM, he revealed to me that he was not required to show a picture ID to get his drivers’ license. While on AIM, he …
I dreamed I was living with half my family, but for some reason, my brother was Jack fuckin’ Nicholson. This was back in his pre-Easy Rider days, before he became a big star. He had almost no money or prospects. I stepped in his room to talk to him, and he had a huge bag …
I’m visiting with friends, so I’m not going to be updating as regularly. One funny tidbit: I was at Jed’s yesterday and he had these peanut butter no-bake cookies in one of those little plastic containers. I got two of them out (they were stuck together) and tried to put one of them back, but …
Paranoia got touched off again today. Once again, it was all thanks to Fox News. They had a segment on a serial killer who actually petitioned the court to be put to death, and they kept talking about his mental illness and how he would rather die than deal with it, and how being killed …