…and Freud said, “Can I buy ze Colecovision from you?”
So I had a dream this morning. I dreamed that it was Saturday morning, I was getting ready for OVGE, and I had proceeded to sleep the hell in. I dreamed that I was slamming my stuff together to go pick up Kent (why hadn’t he called!?) and then a simple flip of a light switch caused a flash and a tendril of very worrying smoke. I dreamed that closer investigation of the switch revealed that there were little bugs burrowing into the wood of my house – all of the wood. I called an exterminator, who hastily told me that this was some new breed of mega-termites, and they literally appeared overnight all over the country, maybe some bioengineered terrorist plot.
A section of my kitchen wall neatly fell away into the back yard. I swear, if it’s not one goddamn thing with this house, it’s another.
Then I woke up. Now keep two of the basic parts of that dream’s premise in mind: Saturday. OVGE. Overslept. 8:15am.
I sat bolt upright and broke out in a sweat. It’ll be at least 10:30 before I can get there. My God, I’m going to be setting up in the middle of the damned show! Why hadn’t Kent called!?
Then I realized: it’s only Wednesday. I’m on vacation. Days to go before the show. Relax. I laid back down at about the time Olivia pounced on me. Har de har har, I thought, this’ll make a cute blog entry.
Then I realized something else: I’m supposed to feed horses this morning. If it’s not one thing…….
Gotta go. Wait a minute, do they even have termites in the middle east?!? Arrrrrrggghhh.… Read more