Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
I didn't die.
I woke up in a bedroom. The government had found me, still alive, and brought me back to safety. They removed the bullets (7) and put them in a jar next to my bed. I took them out and fingered them. my arms hurt. One of them was shot. I had bandages and casts all over under ripped pajamas. A little girl of about four or five came in to smile at me. After a pleasant but silly conversation, she ran to fetch her mother. The mother explained to me that the government (who was losing the war) didn't have a lot of room in it's hospitals for the patients so they asked familes to volunteer to care after wounded soilders. They were in charge of feeding me and giving me medicine and taking me to the hospital for tests. Her husband was serving in the war somewhere. Her, her daughter and her thirteen-year-old son became my family as I healed and re-learned how to walk. I had a cane and a limp for a long time afterwards. After I healed, I wanted to go back to the front, but the dream ended instead.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Gotta Pee
I had to pee last night. So, coincidentally, I dreamed about being in a
house that was being remodeled. It was huge, with more bathrooms than I
could count. None of them worked, but there were many. What's more was
that there were toilets everywhere, in the middle of the living room,
bedroom, everywhere. These didn't work either. I ran around the house
checking every room, every toilet for one that worked and I may have
found one, but the door was closed. I think someone was in there. Both
good and bad, I was not able to relieve myself in my frustrating dream
and felt I was about to explode. Then I woke up, and I didn't really
have to go too badly. Weird, huh?