More soldier dreams..

Last night, I dreamed that I was a Allied soldier in WWII, a radio operator (Funker Vogt!), and my entire platoon had been decimated by the German troops. I lay quietly in the (warm?!) snow, no sidearm within reach, as the German soldiers walked around our radio shed.

An officer came over, and shot at me, but appeared to have completely missed me. They called over to a cleanup crew, and carried me (still play-acting as if I was dead), over to a ditch.

.. then, I was in a MASH unit, and Klinger was commenting on how cleverly I had escaped the slaughter, and pointed to my one wound, a slight bullet graze on my leg. Segway to...

... I was selling vaccuum tubes to some old guy, and he wanted to use them for scrap glass. I wouldn't part with them, as I know that someone, somewhere needed the old tubes.

There were a couple more, but they faded in the shower...

Wacky dream last night....

I dreamt I was a soldier in the Iraqi desert, with an exterior narration going on about how heroic it all was, which, as I neared an oasis, segwayed into...

.. a bizzare nature documentary about a small country where beautiful women were so idolized that the men had sex with animals (insert graphic imagery here) because they didn't want to "taint" the fairer sex, which, as the forest deepened, segwayed into...

.. a bizzare scene where Adonis men were making love to the ugliest women they could find, due to a similar cultural more, which, as I neared a building in the swamp, went all "Barbarella" on me...

.. so, my view moves into that of Barbarella, who has just fallen into the "Fatal Beauty Salon", (it even had a theme song!), and a bizzare meat-grinder type of thing was trying to "process" her (me?)... And just as all the evil cutting blades descended... Barbarella pops out a chute and end up in an amazingly comfy chair next to the female villian behind the Fatal Beauty Salon.

Here, I wake up.

I think I just might have a few issues with women. Maybe.

More strange dreams. This one focused on a large, shallow lake, with a high mountin nearby. Some sort of airshow was going on, and many unusually designed boat/planes landed in the lake.

One of the most unusual was a biplane delta-wing design, with some sort of red and blue corporate logo on it. It looked as if it was going to craash into one of the high surrounding peaks, then artfully swerved to avoid the collision...

And then, a Brinks truck pulled up next to me (in the lake!) and started to unload into an underwater vault. I remember thinking "It would be so easy to place underwater mines next to the vault where the Brinks driver couldn't see them..."...

Strangeness.

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So, we're in war mode now. I'm very conflicted about this conflict. I think we (the USA) are making a huge mistake going into the conflict without UN sanctions, but at the same time I'm begining to believe that the ousting of Saddam is justified.

I just wish our CIA assassination squads were competent.
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Wacky dream last night. I dreamed that I was taking this young girl to her high school prom, like I did every year (evidently I stayed at a hotel near the prom due to an annual business trip), so that her parents would think that she was going out with me - the nice guy, when in reality she was going there to see this total sleazoid jock.

Oddly enough, the sleazoid jock was hiding in my room under my dirty clothes while I slept.

Bizzare stuff. I don't know any such person, I haven't been to a prom since high school, and I don't have annual business trips.

Sometime I think dreams are when your alternate reality selves wash over your unconcious mind.

What? Another set of dream shards? Surely you jest...

1. My coworker "Spud" was working on my computer (in my father's old house) and had screwed it up. The case was off, parts were dangling everywhere, and every boot it seem to eat more of the hardware . Literally. Pieces would disappear every boot. So Spud says "Well, just shoot me.", and I start assembling his plastic sniper rifle (black and red flimsy kid's-pop-pistol plastic). The french maid popped by to console me on my loss of a machine...


2. So I'm driving along a bluff, and I see this yellow car drive off the side of the bluff into the ... swamp. I think it was a swamp... Anyway. I continue driving along, pass by a small hill, and SWOOSH! - a big matte black customized car hurtles over my head and lands with a big THWAP next to me. I pull my car over to ask the driver if he's ok, and suddenly he and his firends (where did they come from) start throwing water balloons at me. Oddly, they don't break on impact. It was the most good natured water balloon fight with perfect strangers I'd ever had (or dreamed about)...


3. All topped off with a nice 3 minutes of nearly incomprehensible gibberish from a high school female friend (who I can't remember the name of) about her dad's fishing experiences and the Important Life Lessions© he learned from them.

So my company (Linuxcare, Inc.) is about two days away from releasing the next (MR1) version of Levanata to sales, and it's shaping up to a solid release. We're hard pressed to find any bugs in the product, even though we have a raft of automated test running against it 24/7. Yeah us!

Persistent thought: Should I join a gym? There's one not a block from where I live, and as soon as MR1 is released, I'm going to have a ton of time on my hands. Sounds like a great fit with the wonderful weather we've been having... Maybe I can get in good enough shape by X-Day to walk around without a shirt on. Pale And Doughy -> Tan And Buff. Would be nice.

And my ex-girlfriend called again last night. She's definately waiting for me to make some sort of move. I just want to be friends (I know, I know... The Phrase Of Doom...), and I think she doesn't realize that I still have a lot of issues to work out before I'm ready for any relationship above the level of social drinking buddies.

Till tomorrow, enjoy life.

More dream shards...

• The queen of black ants and the queen of white ants were trying to convince me to join their respective colonies...


• My friends pinned me down and admonished me for missing my dental appointment...

My ex-girlfriend called me last night. We talked for a bit, then she seemed to lose interest in the conversation rapidly. I think she was waiting for me to say something.

Last night I had a dream about inserting boxes into a large wall of boxes. I had to insert them in pairs. Strange sillyness, eh?

Well, it looks like Unicorn Jelly is finally winding down. We're now on the Epilogue of the story, and I wonder how Jennifer Reitz is going to fill her time now... (If you go to the Unicorn Jelly site, click on the "dot links" at the bottom of the main page. Plenty of weird stuff there.)

Thinking of Unicorn Jelly, what's with all the furry action? Do furries like "edgy fluffy bunny" stuff in general, or what? I dunno, not being into "the fur" myself... I like Unicorn Jelly for the sci-fi bit.

Eh hem...

FIRST POST!

There. That's taken care of. Can't do anything on the web thses days without the obligitory "First Post". Ah, I remember the halcyon days of my youth, when Mosiac was the browser of choice (on the only machine that would run it - a NeXT box) at Carnegie Mellon. 1992. Seems so far away, and yet so close to my heart.

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