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Jan. 10th, 2003 10:35 amI usually have very vivid dreams every night, like two or three that I remember the next morning. I don't always post them, but I had two last night, that I laughed about this morning. Laughed because they were kinda silly on the surface, but also because I think they're a neon sign to me right now.
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I was falling out of an airplane, but luckily, I happened to have a snowboard with me. So I did the sky-surfing thing, looking around, trying to find a place to land. Surfing was very difficult, and I had visions of myself wiping out and making a petermarcus-sized crater in the ground. There was dodging and maneuvering, and after a lot of close calls, I actually landed. There was a crowd in front of me, and they all cheered and started running toward me. I was flattered, cause I figured they had seen what I had accomplished and knew how difficult it was. I raised my arms toward the crowd as they came at me....and ran past. Evidentially, they were cheering at something that was going on behind me.
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The devil wanted to make a deal with me. He looked exactly like John DeLancie -- Q from Star Trek TNG. I didn't want to deal, and I knew if I shot him in the eye (gross, I know), he'd go away. But, he'd return every day, and if I ever couldn't do it, he'd win and I'd have to do the deal. Luckily, I was well armed. Day after day, he'd show up, and like reflex, I'd shoot him in the eye and he'd disappear (no blood or carnage, he was a spirit, not human.) Once or twice, my gun would jam, or I'd be out of bullets, so I'd find another or reload as he jumped around me, trying to distract me or yell at me or offer me deals, but eventually I'd fix the situation and shoot him in the eye again.
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I was falling out of an airplane, but luckily, I happened to have a snowboard with me. So I did the sky-surfing thing, looking around, trying to find a place to land. Surfing was very difficult, and I had visions of myself wiping out and making a petermarcus-sized crater in the ground. There was dodging and maneuvering, and after a lot of close calls, I actually landed. There was a crowd in front of me, and they all cheered and started running toward me. I was flattered, cause I figured they had seen what I had accomplished and knew how difficult it was. I raised my arms toward the crowd as they came at me....and ran past. Evidentially, they were cheering at something that was going on behind me.
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The devil wanted to make a deal with me. He looked exactly like John DeLancie -- Q from Star Trek TNG. I didn't want to deal, and I knew if I shot him in the eye (gross, I know), he'd go away. But, he'd return every day, and if I ever couldn't do it, he'd win and I'd have to do the deal. Luckily, I was well armed. Day after day, he'd show up, and like reflex, I'd shoot him in the eye and he'd disappear (no blood or carnage, he was a spirit, not human.) Once or twice, my gun would jam, or I'd be out of bullets, so I'd find another or reload as he jumped around me, trying to distract me or yell at me or offer me deals, but eventually I'd fix the situation and shoot him in the eye again.
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