Two Dreams

Last night I went to bed at 10pm and woke up at 1am, then couldn’t fall back asleep until 4:30am, at which point I had two really weird dreams. They are described below in all their lurid detail. I'm open to interpretations.





1.
I was with my brother in New York City, and we had a friend who was a small talking robot that looked like a mailbox. My brother and the robot and I went to a coffee shop and ordered cappuccinos, and then my brother left before we got them. The robot then told me that he had borrowed money from the mob, and he couldn't pay it back. Then he went to the bathroom.

He didn’t come back from the bathroom so I went to check on him. When I opened the door I saw the small robot tipped over on his side and I knew immediately that he was dead. A man was standing there peeing on him. The man didn’t say anything, but I knew in the dream that this was the mob sending a message.

“He was my friend!” I yelled, and attacked the peeing goon, and we fought for a while until I subdued him, and he told me that now the mob was angry at me for attacking him and also for being friends with the robot.




2.
I was in a Blockbuster Video with my roommate Maria. We realized neither of us had a Blockbuster account, and Maria couldn’t get an account since she is from Sweden. I got the application for a card, and Maria pointed out that one side was entirely questions about the play Romeo and Juliet. “So they can tell if you’ve read it or not,” she said.

The only question I remember is “What subjects did Romeo and Juliet study in school?” Though I’ve never read the play in my waking life, in the dream I was certain that for Juliet the answer was “Science,” and for Romeo it was a trick question, because Romeo didn’t go to school, because he was too poor.

Tuesdays with Henry 2: Son of Tuesdays with Henry

The Call has been Answered!

Like the ghoul in this clip from the movie Hellraiser, my blog is reborn!



The call for entries has been answered by Henry Ferreira. I haven't blogged in a while, but luckily Henry wrote about what I was doing in my time away. His entry is posted below:

"Hello. My name is Mark" A slim young man walked into the doorway. Blonde flowing hair seemed to blow in the wind.

"Oh hello Mark what brings you to my house today!? It's chilly and windy come inside!" A man opens the door. He's blind. He also has crutches. "My wife was jsut making me dinner. Tater's and ham tonight!"

Mark looked down. "I'm homeless. Are you sure you want me to come in? ...I might need a place to stay." A single tear rolled down Mark's cheek and splattered on the floor.

"what was that?" asked the blind man. "Did you spit on my floor?" The blind man has super sensitive hearing from being extraordinarily blind.

"You could hear that?" Asked Mark? "I can't believe it?" His eye's grew wide like dinner plates. But then they grew small out of fear that the blind man would be offended by Mark's above average eyesight.

The blind man laughed, coyly. "Haha. Dont worry about it son. I've gotten quite used to my retardation!" A fly buzzed by Mark's face but it was too slow and the blind man caught and ate it.

"Incredible!" Said Mark.

"Yes!" Said the blind man. "Listen. Why dont you come in and have some dinner. My wife is cooking up something mighty fine! Ham and potatoes! MMmmmm MMMM. My favorite!"

As mark entered the home a single felix cat clock wagged its tall over the wall. A bird in a cage tweeted. And last, but not least, a small dachshund came up to mark and licked his big toe.

"Oh my god that tickles!"

"BAD mortimer!" The blind man kicked the dog and it yelped loudly. "Sorry about that. He isn't very good with new people.

"Thanks for kicking him. By the way? What's your name?" Mark slowly wiped his big toe on the shag carpet.

"Well, my friend call my Blind Bob. Been callin me that since i lost my vision. It hurt my feelings at first but now i think its quite a fitting name." He looked down at the carpet. "I cant see the Carpet anymore."

"OK Blind Bob, My names Mark!"

"I know." Blind Bob motioned to the kitchen. "Wifey is inside cooking the ham and taters." Go thank her for preparing a big meal.

"Hey wifey!" Shouted Mark. "Thanks for making me dinner!" Mark then ate the ham.

"Oh thats no problem. Blind Bob always has me cooking for his firefighter buddies."

Mark began to cry again. "I love you blind bob i would have starved out there with my golden locks in the cold!" He hugged Blind Bob.

Just then, as Mark began to release Blind Bob from his icy grip, the police came inside!

"He's a murderer!" One of the policemen yelled.
"You Lied to me!" Blind Bob yelled simultaneously.

"DAmmit!" Mark pulled out his gun and began shooting the police. Then he shot Blind Bob. Then he raped and shot wifey.

Truly, the beast in this story....was man.

END

Henry has thrown down the gauntlet. Who among you is man enough to challenge him?