Now that’s what I call Ironic.
“Mr Bush is sufficiently worried about loss of support within his own party—remember that it was Republican defections, as much as anything else, that cost his father his re-election in 1992—that he took the unusual step of travelling to Capitol Hill on May 20th to rally his allies. He duly got his standing ovations, but the speech produced a worrying bit of symbolism. He likened the handover to taking the training wheels off a bicycle: “It’s time for [the Iraqis] to take the bike and go forward.†A few days later Mr Bush fell off his own bike in Texas, badly scraping his face.”
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Dream
I dreamed I was on an airplane. I was coming from some foreign country into the US. It was a small flight, and I was in the first class section, which was separate from the rest of the plane by a black curtain. I sat down with a couple of objects in my hand, a tall thick purple candle, and a deck of cards (or they might have been postcards or something similar). I knew that the cards had pictures of a the princess of the country I was coming from, and that these pictures would be offensive to people from that country. So nervously, when I sat down, I turned around and gave the guard a bribe, so that they would skip over the pictures/cards when checking my things. The guard told me his name (“N”) and I thanked him. As we took off, I set the cards and the candle down by my seat. The cards slid along the floor back into the passenger area. I got up and started collecting them – now very nervous. When I got to the back of the plane, I saw a card that wasn’t mine of my parents standing next to a Sphinx with enormous breasts. I thought it was odd because my dad was smiling genuinely in the picture and my dad almost never smiles in pictures [Edit: Due to circumstances, I'll be working with my dad part-time again]. I looked up and my parents were there. We talked, but I don’t remember what was said. I think my mom complained about my dad, which is pretty much par for the course. So I collected my pictures and realized that the candle was now falling apart in my hand. My hands glowed with heat, and I melted the pieces back together. The bottom piece had actually changed colors though… into a bright red wax. I had lost some other piece so I had to melt that back in and spread it out from one point on the edge to the center of the bottom of the candle. Then I sat back down and “N” assured me that it would be okay, because no one had known the importance of the pictures. When we arrived, the plane was floating in the ocean. I knew there would be another inspection now that we had arrived, so I left to go put my things in a locker, where no one would see them during the inspection. I had to jump from the edge of the airplane onto a cement dock. I had 45 minutes until the inspection at that point. [/dream]
More Dreams
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We moved into a new house. For some reason this house was huge and used to be used for movies and TV shows for different sets. My mom was there and so was my dad. We all wandered around the house in awe. At one point you could bounce upwards and end up in the floor below hitting from below the same spot you had started at. There was also a storehouse in the back which was almost the size of a grocery store. We were setting things up when Nicki showed up. I was suspicious, but she apologized for a lot of things and was pretty nice about it, all things considered. She asked if she could use my computer, so I, not wanting to be rude, agreed. She went into the computer room, so I went to go find Kris, who was helping my mom pull things out of an old closet to put up in the hall. She and I walked back to the room, and she told me that Nicki was probably plotting something. When I got back to the computer room with Kris, she was laying on the bed almost as if dead, with headphones on, and there were files that had been tampered with suggesting that she was trying to collect evidence that I was a horrible person.
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I was in a small house, with many other people. I knew that there was some weird Dominionist cult lurking asround, but wasn’t sure what they were up to. I figured it was a holiday or something. At some point, while wandering around the house, all the lights went out, and they went on the attack. I knew that if they found me they’d kill me, so I went outside to get away from them. They were engaging some sort of enemy outside, but saying it was some sort of scavenger hunt. I saw two Jewish men, all in white, saying prayers, and in the background was a radio program. It was a very fundamentalist preacher, and he was saying that there was a different prophecy for different Jewish men who had said their prayers at different times. I remember that the moon was shining down on them, and they glowed with its radiance. They were indifferent to the radio program and viewed it almost as a novelty. When I went back inside to follow them, it was pitch black. I went to hide in the bathroom. I had to pee, but there were other people in the bathroom. I didn’t seem to care, so I whipped it out and went to pee, but people kept trying to talk to me. Two other guys were hiding from the cult in the shower. At that point, I looked outside. There seemed to be a huge wall panelled by windows. I saw lots of these cult members piling into jeeps and humvees to go hunt down people. A crowd of these guys flooded into the room. I finished pissing, and went to go talk to them. Chris had joined them, and was talking about how cool it was to get to shoot a gun, and how weird it was that they made him get a mark on his arm or his forehead to join. The fact that I was talking to him somehow convinced the other cult members that I wasn’t a threat, and that I might join them at some point, so they left me alone.
Around the same time that the Star Wars DVD’s are coming out… we get this on DVD (a week apart actually)! Better start saving now, Nerds!!!
And speaking of Billy Dee Williams… Hey man, if you really needed money that badly, why didn’t you go talk to Harrison??
Dream 2
Picked out by cops, although I was unsure as to why. These were schpookies, not beat cops or anything. For some reason I kept causing them to break the rules or something, and they’d end up getting fired by their commander. It was only a temporary thing, but it worked well every time. Eventually I was able to sneak in during one of their ‘decomissioning’ rites and I heard one of their names. This disturbed them somewhat, and they said, “Ah well, the way we’ve got it set up, finding out anything else would be difficult, so it doesn’t matter.” In my mind I could see how the paper work was all linked to an operational name, a code name, which the agents connected with the person’s face in their mind. The other name was linked only to non-organizational paperwork. So I escaped. There was a scene with Christian Slater, as an agent, hunting me in this classy bar room, and knocking glasses off the wall. At one point I worked it so that I got free, and I almost danced across a football field that was filled with people. In the middle was a long coffee table with individual packages of hot chocolate. At that point the dream shifted, and I was in the olives, hiding from someone – a group of three men – when I found a stash of pills and things that my dad had hidden or lost. The dream shifted again, and I was in a ‘romantic comedy’ sort of movie about a guy who met these two women while in an accident. 10 years later these people would become very important, but at the time they were just strangers. After that, the credits rolled, and it tied together all of the endings of all of the stories, although I can’t remember most of it in detail. The credits reminded me of white fire on black fire…
Dream
I was over at my grandparent’s house (my dad’s parents) and we were talking about the fog. My grandma was talking about how she loved the lightning. I agreed with her. Then my dad mentioned that there had been some strange weather north of Lindsay, and that there was an incredible fog there. So we went back to his house, so he could get ready. He was cooking some food in the microwave (including a gallon of milk!!!) and it knocked the microwave door open while rotating. So I picked it up and he got mad, saying that that was supposed to happen. We started yelling back and forth at each other. He got in my face, so I shoved him down (no small task, mind you). Then I started detailing all the ways that I could kill him right there, and he got really quiet. So I walked away, and ended up outside, where there was a wet sort of fog hanging. He came outside and talked to the Fed-Ex guy (maybe it was UPS) about a package. I woke up with the cold feeling of fog on my face.
Maimonides and Me
The gold and silver lattice work of Moses ben Maimon, this is my gilded cage. I see so many beautiful things outside, as clowns romp and heathens rage and stamp about. I feel with them, as though I am their friend – but a friend removed by distance, circumstance, and any ability to help or change situations. My hands clench as I watch them rise and fall. I slump to the floor, in disgust, in grief, in helpless complancency. Later, I’ll get up and do it all again, as the marks in my hands get deeper, and the lines on my face become clearer.
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In other news… got a haircut today. Might change userpic tomorrow.
Fourth Estate blindsided
Top three entries on Google News are about Bush, his daughters, and the General who may or may not have known about prison abuses.
No mention of this until you get to the bottom, and even then only from some odd sources.
