Dreams, Tapes and Absároke

Sorry. Got into work really late today. And I am not sure exactly what I will write about today.

Dreams
I had a dream last night concerning a blogger. How creepy is that? I keep telling myself that this whole blogging experience is just so I can force myself to write every day, and that it means nothing. And then I have a dream about a blogger.

Okay, the dream. I actually dreamt of Prata and his significant other. You see, she need help buying him a present, and she elicited my help. I love to shop, not to buy but to shop, so this was right up my alley. But then, the reason for the shopping – to purchase a weapon. And I wanted to remember the name of the gun that I recommended for Prata. I really did. But ten minutes after I woke up, the dream started to fade. I hate that.

If I could invent anything, I would invent a recorder for dreams. Wouldn't that be so cool? Plug your head up to some machine that looks like a cross between a VCR and a 1950s hairdryer, and then you can save your dreams to tape.

That way, I could just fast-forward to where I was helping purchase the weapon. I remember it was two shades of blue, and I had the impression that there was no metal in the gun (is that what a Glock is? Short for glockenspiel, I am pretty sure; joke). You know, when you have to go through metal detectors with your piece.

Anyway, for your information, Prata's significant other got Prata a very nice, stylish gun in my dream. And she is a very nice girl.

Dream Recorder Thing
But wouldn't that dream recorder thing be so cool? I mean, you could have a whole bunch of videos for your personal enjoyment. For me, I would have a bunch of videos labeled "weird stuff." Think Leesa on LSD (I assume). I mean, some of my dreams are pretty weird, where stuff melts into other stuff. Not sure I would want to save those videos, or if I did save them, I wouldn't want anyone to see them.

Then I would have my videos where I would predict the future. I guess I could send Kerry one of the videos – not the one of him winning the election, but the one of him being sworn in as president. I guess he dreamed of that as well.

Then I would have my porn videos. I wouldn't want anyone to see them as well. But my porn videos would be rather boring. I mean, nice for me, but not nice to watch. In the moment. I just lost my own train of thought.

Then there are my falling videos. Crap-ola. Not sure I would want to watch those videos. I don't even like watching movies where you "feel" like you are on the rollercoaster. Or whatever. Or the I-Max videos where you are zooming over the countryside. Okay, those I-Max videos are pretty cool, but not falling to my death. Not a good thing.
I am going to stop talking about dreams. I forget they are a door to our souls. And quite frankly, I want to be a little mysterious.

Learning Something New
I did not know that Absároke and Crow were the same. I learn something new every day.