Kevin's Watch

Heh, I bet you do. Zombies aren't known for eating pie.

Zombies = rotten, therefore: Zombie food = rotten pies. Mwahahahaha!!! Tax gibberish papers foognaz blertz gibbets!

(Was reading Xanth novels at 3 am this morning. (Which explains everything.))

Amen, an it do ya fine.

Turiya Foul wrote:Zombies = rotten, therefore: Zombie food = rotten pies. Mwahahahaha!!! Tax gibberish papers foognaz blertz gibbets!

(Was reading Xanth novels at 3 am this morning. (Which explains everything.))

You seem to be around more now, young wench. Good to see

I had a dream where I had a life....

I had a dream that i was a 31 yr old man working at some rehab place in the woods. a stunning 18 yr old girl (the daughter of one of my co-workers) showed up with her band. we spent a lot of time alone. walking the grounds, talking on the porch, having lunch. i liked her and i thought she liked me. after the summer i had fallen in love. but we were chaste, never even touching. but i fell hard, i was consumed. she seemed as well. but neither of us would say anything. on her last her last night she announced she was heading to Ohio. she handed me an envelope, in it was a letter from a rehab place in Ohio. the letter asked if i would be interested in running their place. it was where she was moving and settling down. whe looked into my eyes and waited. but i got up and walked out of the room. that morning me and another guy working there had to drive out soemwhere in town. he was driving. it was raining. we were stopped at an intersection that flooded. he looked at me as we stood outside the truck. he said, "there is still time, she will be at the airport for a few hours" i just turned my back, and told him we would we would wait for the raod to clear. i knew my one true love was leaving, but did nothing. the end.

I had a dream two nights ago that felt as long as a lifetime, but, after waking up, I couldn't remember anything about it! Still trying to recall the details!

In science today, I had a dream that it was raining custard.

Aye, indeed I have returned. (I never really left, I just took induced vacations.)

I dreamed last night that my laptop--an excessively aged Apple Powerbook 1400--got a virus called "Secrecy." But it was a really cool virus--lots of Flash animation and stuff. Then my desktop caught it, too, which is of course impossible since they aren't networked or anything. The virus itself was impossible, since I don't have a modem for either computer. But "Secrecy" did wipe out the 100 pages of proof that I managed to layout over the weekend, so in spite of the cool animation, it was definitely a nightmare. Woke up with the whole col-sweat-heart-pounding thing going on. I need a vacation!

Last night I dreamed I was being pursued by Marie Brooks. I can't say who Marie Brooks is or why I'd be dreaming about her, since it's all confidential information (data protection and all that). Just trust me that I wasn't pleased to be pursued by her.

I dreamed that I was in the hospital--and it was some sort of rehab, though I have no addictions (other than sugar and caffeine)--there were all kinds of "group" meetings where we sat around and listened to people talk about how they felt when they were using.

And then I dreamt I was bored with the whole thing and had decided to go hang out in the bathroom to avoid everything. The bathroom was a huge long corridor with probably a hundred toilet stalls along one wall and a hundred small sinks along the opposite wall, I sat there on the floor under the sinks and scribbled away in a spiral notebook. I don't know what I was writing--probably an expose on the boredom induced by the place.

I talked to several other "patients" who wandered in--and one told me that Bob Dylan had been admitted. I said, "No way! He's my favorite song writer/performer!" (In truth, he is one of my favorites.) I htought it would be neat to catch a glimpse of him--but I wouldn't embarrass him or myself by trying to talk to him if I saw him.

After I got chased out of the bathroom by an unsympathetic person in a white uniform who told me to "Go back to Group," I sat down at a long table with probably 25 people sitting around it. No one was talking. Everyone was staring morosely at the tabletop.

The guy on my right was twisted so his back was to me. Everyone else just looked bored and miserable. I was jittery and bouncing around and being, quite probably, annoying to everyone else who just wanted to sit there and quietly be depressed. Finally I said, "Someone told me Bob Dylan is here. Do you suppose it's true?"

And the guy sitting to my right turned to face me and said, "Chances are very good that it is."

Of course, it was him.

I felt really stupid and embarrassed.

I got up and walked away, and he got up and followed me. He didn't say anything else to me though.

Strange dream.

I dreamed that a mortal friend of mine had died and his evil little sister was tapdancing on top of his coffin. (Then, this morning, she told me that her parents had given her tapdancing lessons as a pre-Christmas gift. )

Then, I dreamed that I stopped possessing this body and took over a skateboarding little punk that I loathe. Mwahahahahaha.... I put him in the pink princess dress of doom.

Get on msn, Ravery wench!

Msn is broke. Sadly, not a dream.

Nooo! Perhaps I'll have a dream with you in it...

Alas, I'd come to visit you more, but your subconcious mind is worse than Snortimer. (He's all hands. )

Pfft, my subconscious isn't all that bad

Your subconscious gives me the crepps.

I wish someone's subconscious mind would give me the crepes. With strawberries please.

Okay?

*groan* lol