Some Things I Like Even Though I Probably Shouldn’t
1. That 90’s glam punk band DGeneration
2. Smoking
3. Grinding my teeth
4. Blatantly crappy detective novels
5. Late era Public Image Limited
6. Stealing other people’s food
7. Staying up really late, especially when I have to wake up the next morning
8. Venting my lousy moods on convenient scapegoats
9. The smell of cheap hairspray
10. Talking about my dreams, which is about the boringest thing you can do. Besides keep a blog, of course.
June 24th, 2005 at 3:46 pm
On the Contrary, Rick’s dreams are noteworthy and awesome.
Here’s a dream of Rick’s he pushes aside as ‘run of the mill.’ (Recounted poorly from my truncated memory)
Sara and I are walking home one day and are shocked to see a bizarre giant rodent of some kind scurring around the corner of a house. We soon get the feeling something is following us, and by the time we’re nearing our house we are running full speed to escape growing numbers of these things chasing us. We slam the door and the critters are bumping and scraping on the other side. After a time, all is quiet, and we exchange confused and fearful sentiments until our roommate Tom comes bursting in and slams the door, Only one of the beasts gets in behind him and chaos breaks out as we scramble to avoid the thing at the same time as trying to corall it somehow. We eventually get it cornered in the bathroom and Tom beats the thing to death with a table leg. We got a closer look at it then, and it was about the size of a dog, only it’s legs were more.. deer-like, and it’s face was kind-of pionted and teethy.
Sara and Tom volunteered to clean up the blood which was everywhere, and I disposed of the carcass in the garage. I grabbed some cleaning supplies and when I returned to the bathroom, Sara and Tom said, “Hey Rick, you’re not going to believe this, but this thing’s blood is fucking delicious.” To my horror, they were licking fingersfull of blood from the bathroom floor. “What the Hell are you doing!? I cried, don’t eat that things blood! It could be diseased or have rabies or something, what are you nuts?” They looked at oneanother and grudgingly accepted that I was probably right.
I woke late that night to the sound of rustling, and immediately sat up as Sara wasn’t in bed beside me. I got up and followed the sounds to the garage and when I pushed the door open I found Sara and Tom eating from the carcass in the trash bag. “Jesus, what’s going on here!” I cried at my wit’s end.
“Rick, you dont understand, this is the best thing you will ever taste. It’s amazingly good, you really have to try it. You’re totally missing out,” Sara said, “hey, Tom, I just had the best idea. What if we were to, you know, try to market these things. We could make millions!”
“Yeah,” said Tom, “we should organise hunting posses, and even set up our own butchering meathouse. We could even think about breeding!”
That’s all I remember, and I probably left out the best parts. But I contend that recounting your dreams, Rick, is something that you SHOULD like.