Hi, and welcome to my blog-turned-place where I post my writing. This is my outlet to put them up, which was radically different from the blog that this started out as. I hope you'll have a good time reading my blog/place where I post some poetry and some short stories. I try to cover a variety of topics in these works of mine, so I hope any readers will enjoy it. I'm not an English major by any stretch, but I enjoy writing. Critique would be nice for my writing, cause lord knows I could work on it. Enjoy!

Monday, November 30, 2009

It doesn't get randomer than this dream did...

I've got to chronicle this dream I had last night. I don't recall the beginning or how it started, but basically I think it was about trying to drum up spirit, as a worker for a small newspaper company in a small southern town ( I'm pretty sure it was in Louisiana, and in a muggy and swampy area at that). I remember Evan being in it too, oddly enough, and the only memory I had of him was him enlisting me to help paint a rowdy bear (don't ask, it STILL doesn't make sense to me, even in a dream) in LSU colors. Yeah. Don't ask. So after that, everything was a blur until the morning, where I actually am able to string together the images of last night's dream with what I remember happened. Um so what I do remember is I was partnered with a female member of the paper staff where evidently I worked at. And I'm pretty sure we were supposed to do a story on a flying paper epidemic (don't judge...dreams are supposed to be weird...I think...), and by that we were supposed to fake it. So um I pretended to be two residents of a town that was devastated by this alleged "flying paper epidemic". And if I recall, it was pretty successful, according to my female colleague. The first time, I was an older guy more or less who stated the facts, but in the second of the two interviews I was a younger guy who was in tears who was talking about it. So, after these two interviews, the female colleague of mine who was attractive kissed me, because she was so pleased. And then we got the news from the editor that we had to cover something in a big city, which amazingly was pretty reminiscent of London. And yes, the dream went from the backwaters of Louisiana to the big city of London. And then I woke up. Stay tuned for the next bizarre dream of mine, which may or may not be tonight.