Handsome Donkey

One of Marc’s least favorite things is when people recount their dreams to him, so it seems fitting that my first blog entry is a recounting of a bizarre dream I had last night, (sorry Marc).

I had an unusually difficult time falling asleep last night.  When I finally did, I tossed and turned all night long, tortured by a series of subconscious musings.  I remember that I was leading some sort of post-apocalyptic revolution in Mexico.  I think this one was inspired by playing this xbox game, FALLOUT, too close to bed time.  There were these non-human alien types in there, and some violence, and I didn’t like it one bit.  Perhaps the violence also was inspired by watching some UFC fights too close to bed time too.  I’ve never really watched that stuff before, and I don’t know that I will again, I’m not a violent man, and that shit is way too intense for me.  I’d rather watch bowling or something humane.

I wish now, as I’m trying to recount the dream, that I remembered it in better detail, cause it rattled me pretty good, and now it doesn’t sound that scary, or even cool.  

No wonder Marc hates it when people try to recount dreams.  They’re definitely not as cool the morning after as they seem at the time.

Anyhow, if you fancy yourself a dream analyst and wish to offer some insight, please do so.  If you have nothing to offer, please don’t.