What the..?

The other night, I awoke while I was having a rather lucid bad dream. I dreamed that I was terribly sick, with a very high fever. In the dream, I also felt suddenly, violently nauseous & went to the bathroom. I got there, but not wholly in time. I began to bazooka barf, & not just into the toilet. However, instead of regular vomit, I had thrown up a huge assortment of large crabs or spiders, and they begane to crawl all over the floor, walls, and counter. The chitinous carapaces made a hissing noise from friction, there were so many of them. I was freaked in the dream & decided I had had enough & promptly woke up. My throat was sore. Hmmm...

I wonder what in the world brought that on? I bet even Freud would be unable to analyze that. I can see Sigmund throwing up his hands & shouting, "Dude, that is fucked up!"

been a while...

I was somewhat hesitant about the whole blog thing because I know how crappy I can be in doing something like this consistently. I'm proving that point. It's about a month now until the dreaded "Exams," and I still have a few things to read. Whee! I also have a lot of mundane chores to take of this upcoming week: laundry, oil change, etc. At least I can sit & read while those are going on without thinking of others things I might be doing.

On a positive note, I purchased the DVD of "Rear Window" today. Hitchcock rules!