May 28, 2005
Crazy Dream
Just wanted to drop a short entry describing a dream I had last night. Usually I don't remember dreams, but last night's was a little different.
It started out like any other dream: myself and a group of hip paranormal investigators were inspecting a crypt for possible activity. We ventured in through the front door and hallway (which was exactly identical to the one at my grandparent's house) and started checking things out. We stirred up a couple of spooks and things started to heat up. During the action, one of our group members stumbled upon a sarcophagus. Before we could stop him he opened it up.
Out pops a female vampire. In a flash she drops the guy who let her out and he starts to turn. Apparently she means for me to be next. One thing to note here is that she wasn't wearing your typical over-the-top black vampire garb. Instead she had gone for a forty-something earth tones look. She reminded me of every elementary school teacher I ever had. Anyway, here we come to the core of the dream.
She makes a move toward me, but I whip my hand out from behind my back and from literally nowhere I am suddenly armed with a Red Baron's Five Cheese and Garlic French Bread Pizza. I jam it in her face as hard as I can.
That is pretty much all I wanted to get across of the dream right there, but just for completeness I will finish it out.
She actually laughs off the garlic. She tells me garlic doesn't hurt vampires and she starts to move in again. I hold her off with a hand gesture. I ask her to wait a second and I ask her what DOES hurt vampires. Very obligingly she tells me that she can be harmed by several seasonings. The ones I remember are cumin, paprika, oregano, and cloves. There were others, but I don't remember what they were.
At this point the remaining group members and I dart outside. She follows, but the sun has come up and she is forced to stop short. She weighs her options and decides to take the risk of short sunlight exposure in order to get us. She steps out, and somehow the sun goes dark again. We manage to lock her in a car (I have no idea how) and while she is getting out we all pile into a Toyota Corolla and putter off back home. As we putter, I am very worried because the first guy she got knows where we live.
This is my dream.
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May 20, 2005
Blog Name
I can't think of a good name for this blog. Comments with ideas are welcome.
In other news: World of Warcraft is an addictive game.
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Brian Evans and The Case of the Improbable Memory
The following takes place during approximately 15 seconds on Wednesday morning:
So yesterday morning I was in the breakroom when from behind me I hear the voice of one of my former professors.
"Brian Evans," is my first thought. Chasing close at its heels, "I sucked in his class."
Immediately I break into a cold sweat. He won't remember me. I was a forgettable student in a boring class during a semester long gone. Nothing about me is memorable.
"Play it cool." Yep, that is exactly what I'll do. He has no idea who I am, no reason for me to even talk to him. I can just grab my coffee and slip out. Escape is my specialty. I've been escaping social situations for years. It is the one art I have mastered.
Two of my coworkers shake his hand, introducing themselves as former students. Suck ups.
I make my move, but something goes awry. Some rogue part of my brain has made a power play and I suddenly find myself approaching him.
"I took your class as well." I'm shaking his hand. Great introduction. Very strong.
"Oh really? What was your name?" He's smiling and friendly.
I have to consider his question. What's he getting at?
"Uh....Gabriel."
He pauses, extending his index finger as he thinks.
"Vogel?" he quizzes.
I'm stunned. Shocked silence fills my mind. He remembers me. Maybe he doesn't remember how terrible my test scores were. Maybe I can steer the conversation away from academics so that he won't remember how badly I performed in every area of his class. Some lower level mental function recognizes the need for a response and answers without consulting me.
"I sucked in your class."
I'm horrified. I stand there gaping at him. I have nothing to say. What should have been a brief pause becomes pregnant and gives birth to an uncomfortable silence.
Wait, I have it, I know how to get out of this!
I gesture at the doorway and the person who isn't standing there. "Oh, looks like I need to run, nice to see you!"
He turns to see who I am talking about. Of course no one is there, but I am already on the way out. Just to complete the experience, I turn the direction opposite of where I gestured.
Excellent all around.
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May 19, 2005
One Final Test
This is the last test. Seriously. I promise.
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Testing Again
This is a test of my blog's ability to ping the forums.
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Frank Poole's is Open for Business
This is a test.
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