a walk with Pop

I did a three-miler with my dad this morning, just a loop around the neighborhood. It was the perfect antidote to a nightmare I'd been having before I woke up around 5:45AM. The nightmare revolved around my growing an extra leg, which was slowly beginning to appear out of my left calf: the foot was fully out and nestled next to my natural left foot, and part of the new calf was emerging, diagonally, from the old one. Nasty.

It sucks that the dreams I tend to remember are the bad ones. For the most part, I don't remember any dreams, though I often recall their emotional tenor. I do remember a few great dreams, almost always involving the power of flight, but such memories are few and far between. This morning's nightmare was truly disturbing, though not as bad as some that I've had over the years. I think most of us are freaked out by the prospect of something alien inside us, either growing out of us or violating us through unnatural penetration (watch the movie "The Ruins" if you're into deadly ivy crawling into open wounds and orifices).

OK... I have no idea how I went from describing a happy morning walk with my father to a discussion of unnatural bodily penetration, so before this veers off into something even more perverse, I think I'll stop here.

Hope you enjoyed my take on Hugo Chavez yesterday, which was a test run of my Photoshop Elements 6 software. Lightsabers. Can't get enough of 'em.


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