Precious Illusions

Piss. I spent a good half-hour writing an intelligent and entertaining blog entry just to have the "publish" function fail. And it's gone. You get the summarized not-nearly-so-clever version.

Some days seem to be steeped in the sinking feeling that there is something inherently dark and sinister about the universe. Today was like that, from its unsettling start to its anti-climatic finish.

I'm blaming it all on the weird dreams.

(Yes, after a brief hiatus, they're back!)

I'll spare you the gory details, and keep it to the CliffsNotes version this time around. I was a Sergeant in the Army, there were three prostitute witches (who keep their relatives' heads on the mantelpiece), the staff from an entire office building was trapped in an oil tanker, and dinosaurs attack at the end of the world.

Yeah. As you can imagine, I woke up feeling a little off-kilter. The rest of my day was pretty standard (minus the sense of impending doom). I made play-doh cookies with my niece, yawned my way through "Little Women", did a little shopping, ate a little dinner, (did a little dance, made a little love, basically "got down" tonight... ha ha...couldn't resist... and no, that WASN'T in the first version!). Somewhere in there I read some James Tate, which probably didn't help with the "doom and gloom"... And the sunset tonight was freakishly pink, which made the water in the bay look blood-red...

Anyway, I'm going to go snuggle in bed now and listen to some whiny female songwriters while stream-of-consciousness sketching. Before long, I'll slip back into the relative comfort of my dreamworld. For all its absurdity, I can't help but feel that it is my true home.