I feel like I'm getting a cold. It's probably from staying up all night working in front of this damn screen. Too much stress. I'm almost done with the damn newspaper. It would have taken me half the time if the damn ad manager & editor would get thier shit together. Not to nention send me files that acually work. FUCK!
Right after I FTP the file out of my reality and to the printer I have to start on another tight deadline job that will have me chained to my desk during all of my waking hours. Atleast this one is a literary journal.
I had the wierdest dream last night. Me & my three month old baby where being pursued by a cult that was trying to kidnap us. I kept dodging them and hiding in strange places (under water?) But they where powerful and fast and finally sent thier most powerful kindnapping thug to get us. It turned out it was my friend Carl who is a Wing Chun master. When I realized Carl was with them I thought maybe they weren't to bad (not to mention, I could not ecsape his stealth) So I packed up some clothes and diapers and reluctantly went with him. It was like joining a strange family. We sat around a large table and were served a beverage that looked like milk, but was bitter and tasted vaguely alcaholic. Then an engraved metal bowl filled with ground up pungent spices was passed around for everyone to smell. At this point I realized that the person sitting next to me was an acquaintance that was murdered three years ago. "I thought you where dead" I said, inquisitively. He just gave me very small subtle smile. Immediately I understood that he had faked his death in order to join this cult and become the powerful sorcerer that he was today. He was not the leader though. The leader was an asshole but everyone did what he said anyway, including myself. I asked how I could gain the powers that thay all seemed to have and they to me to just keep drinking the white fluid. Then everyone started chanting and singing in groups of three and I woke up.
I always have wierd dreams during Ramadan.
Right after I FTP the file out of my reality and to the printer I have to start on another tight deadline job that will have me chained to my desk during all of my waking hours. Atleast this one is a literary journal.
I had the wierdest dream last night. Me & my three month old baby where being pursued by a cult that was trying to kidnap us. I kept dodging them and hiding in strange places (under water?) But they where powerful and fast and finally sent thier most powerful kindnapping thug to get us. It turned out it was my friend Carl who is a Wing Chun master. When I realized Carl was with them I thought maybe they weren't to bad (not to mention, I could not ecsape his stealth) So I packed up some clothes and diapers and reluctantly went with him. It was like joining a strange family. We sat around a large table and were served a beverage that looked like milk, but was bitter and tasted vaguely alcaholic. Then an engraved metal bowl filled with ground up pungent spices was passed around for everyone to smell. At this point I realized that the person sitting next to me was an acquaintance that was murdered three years ago. "I thought you where dead" I said, inquisitively. He just gave me very small subtle smile. Immediately I understood that he had faked his death in order to join this cult and become the powerful sorcerer that he was today. He was not the leader though. The leader was an asshole but everyone did what he said anyway, including myself. I asked how I could gain the powers that thay all seemed to have and they to me to just keep drinking the white fluid. Then everyone started chanting and singing in groups of three and I woke up.
I always have wierd dreams during Ramadan.
boxterjulep:
and yet your dream seems to make sense, a whole lot more than mine. what do you think that "white fluid" was?