October 02, 2005


I may be back. I don't know. I'll have to play it by ear. Are any of you freaks even still out there, like the space geeks at Areceibo, listening for signals in the static from the Beyond?

I slept uneasily last night, perhaps due to some sort of psychic disturbance, perhaps something induced by osso bucco and too many gin martinis - who can say? Bad dreams, friends, bizarre nightmares of fleeing over slippery rocks. I woke in the night drenched with sweat, and as I made my way to the nearest bottle of antacid, I remembered what I had been dreaming.

I had been floating down a peaceful, lazy river, under a canopy of greenest green. The air was as warm and soft as a cotton blanket on my bare arms, but the sensation was nothing but deep cold where my fingers and toes trailed in the water. I rounded a bend in the stream's course, and I noticed a wild-haired woman standing on the mossy bank opposite me, her eyes burning into mine as I drifted by. She was waving her arms frantically as she mouthed a silent NO, sloshing the liquid out of the tiny cup she held in her hand. I remember thinking, idly, I wonder if she's talking to me?, when it suddenly got scary.

Out of nowhere came a man, menacing like the deadliest of beasts, a predator to my kind, sprinting across the shoals towards me and my tiny craft. He was armed with a big stick, and he was screaming "rectum!" at the top of his lungs as he advanced on me. Just before I woke he was coming right at me, swinging that stick harder and harder and harder...and laughing...

I was terrified. And I had to pee.

Posted by Queenie at October 2, 2005 11:35 PM | TrackBack

That has to count as one of the creepier dreams I've heard in a while.

Want to know something funny? I haven't checked by here in weeks, maybe even months by now. Randomly thought I'd give a look tonight, and here you are again.

Posted by: Samira at October 3, 2005 12:07 AM

What? You expect us to watch TV?

Posted by: JimBob at October 3, 2005 12:51 AM

glad to see you back. I missed you. Feared you were dead when you didn't even answer my email...

Posted by: circabellum at October 3, 2005 08:53 AM


Damn near killed 'em.

Welcome back, Q - whether for a moment or for longer. I will have a Chantico in your honor...but not until my liver settles down.

Posted by: Elisson at October 3, 2005 10:38 AM

W00T! The Queenly One is back.

Lately, since the baby, I've had more "real" dreams, less Kafka-esque, but pretty out there, nonetheless. F'instance, last night I had a dream that I and a gaggle of females (several bloggers were included) went to a rawkin' bar in Chicago. (Chicago? Why? I've only ever waited in the airport for a connecting flight.) It was generally smoking, drinking flirting with band and bartender and showing several yards of skin.

You know, shit I'll probably never do again?

But yeah. . .Freud would have a FIELD DAY with that "rectum" bit, wouldn't he? *snorrrrrrt*


Posted by: Margi at October 3, 2005 10:57 AM

Ha! She lives!

Or, like me, is she speaking from the grave?

; )

Posted by: Christina at October 3, 2005 04:18 PM

That was some dream.

Posted by: BeeBee at October 4, 2005 06:15 AM

Are you sure you didn't really have to poop?

I'm glad to see anything here other then an empty spot. Next time, but the obligatory IBM "This page intentionally left blank" up when you take hiatus. ;)


Posted by: RedNeck at October 4, 2005 06:41 PM

Figures you'd make an enterance with some kind of story.
Glad to see you back. And hope to see more of you.

Posted by: Wichi Dude at October 4, 2005 09:34 PM

Were you dreaming about V-Man again?

Posted by: steelheader at October 5, 2005 04:13 PM

That was YOU?!? I'm sorry, baby. Too many toobers.

Posted by: Velociman at October 7, 2005 09:07 PM

Welcome back. Damn, I missed you!

Posted by: Dana at October 11, 2005 10:02 AM
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