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Witch brooms and Santa’s beard: Ho Ho…WHOA!

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

Fell asleep in front of the tube again last night and at some point a rerun of Millennium came on. And invaded my dreams. Take my advice: Don’t try this at home! If for no other reason than that you’ll be able to tell people that you’ve never dreamt of Lance Henriksen…without lying.
I have NO […]

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On the collection of dreamtext excerpts

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

I suppose since I spend so much of my waking life reading, that it’s only natural I find myself doing it in my dreams as well. This, from some random history text, was particularly interesting:
Although the discovery of the Crisium Artefacts effected a brief resuscitation of the moribund SETI project and resulted in nearly a […]

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But Mostly in the Dark…

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

The following was inspired by a dream I had shortly after reading Greg Egan’s Diaspora. Like many of my weird “narrative dreams”, this one came with a rather involved backstory:
Sometime within the next few hundred years, the human race is completely wiped out by a plague. The only survivors are those who have forsaken corporeal […]

Poor Fermi

Monday, December 4th, 2006

The most amusing—and at the same time, depressing—aspect of the whole paradox is that the answer was obvious.
It was right here, under his very nose, the whole time.
We are not alone.
(Moral: Never eat a whole bag of chocolate-covered peanuts while watching Invasion just before bedtime. Brrrr! Chills!)

Five Sththru walk* into a bar.

Wednesday, November 1st, 2006

The bartender, understandably surprised**, takes a good look at them and says, “Gee…we don’t get many of your kind around here.”
The primary shrugs her shoulders twice (indicating she is about to speak*** from pentadic consensus), unfurls her dorsal capillary whips (mild condescension) and says, “Hruqsthaththa rruthu qa qa tuTashthlaq taq qtluq.” And then proceeds to […]

And sounds of things moving in the corner darkness

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006

I was born into a rather well-to-do family, with a number of siblings. One of my brothers married a lovely woman and after a few years they had a beautiful little girl with an amazing head of coal-black hair.
After her birth, our family began to suffer a string of inexplicable misfortunes. One sister died in […]

Public Transport in Hell

Sunday, June 4th, 2006

Whoa. Let me OFF the train.
Damn. Hieronymus Bosch decided to visit one of my dreams this morning, giving me a rather unwanted view of the mass transit system in The Bad Place. Icky.
Actually, though, it was kinda neat, one of those dreams that has a defined plotline and runs like a movie…if a rather unpleasant […]

The worst thing about setting down on a new planet…

Friday, March 3rd, 2006

is finding out it’s infested with those nocturnal nightmares from Pitch Black.
Right when you’ve passed beyond sprinting distance back to your lander.
(shudder)
Even a polymetal robotic body can only take so much…and building a new one, once the backup clone me on the main ship was awake, would represent a serious drain on resources…low levels of […]

Up, up and away, my beautiful, my beautiful…Barsoom?!

Thursday, January 19th, 2006

I got back home well after midnight this morning. After a quick nibble in front of the tube, I decided to lie back for a few minutes (Hot carpet…Mmmm!) before going upstairs to flop down on the futon. And ended up spending the night right there.
I sort-of woke up for a while and watched the […]

Forever taking leave…

Sunday, December 18th, 2005

Probably one of the main reasons for my hate of the holidays is that they make the ghosts restless.
Which is probably why Mom decided to show up with the two kids yesterday morning.
The weather had turned almost spring-like, unusual for the week before Christmas, and I found myself out puttering around in the yard. I […]

Shudder…

Monday, December 12th, 2005

Had a quick look at some blogs and links before going to bed (late) this morning. And dreamt…
Of Ayumi Hamasaki giving Bob Dylan a backrub with a piece of rope while trying to teach him the conjugation of some CJ verb or other; him lying there all the while perusing a book called Classics of […]

Leaving was never my proud

Monday, November 7th, 2005

Last night I ran the bombe for the outside grill down to the Anzen on Kashima Kaido to get it topped off with propane. One thing I’ve learned is that grilling is not just a summer thing—it’s great all year round!—and I’d noticed one night last week the tank seemed to be getting low, so […]

What Dreams May Come…

Monday, March 14th, 2005

A few bloggers I sometimes peruse include sections in which they describe their dreams.
The kind that come at night, involving REM (and not the band), not their aspirations for the future, etc.
I used to have quite vivid (and, to be honest, weird, often disturbing) dreams and would rather enjoy trying to fictionalize them, with greater […]