Assassination

Wow. Last night's dream was intense.



I hanging out with my friend, Darin, at some business that had weird architecture. I even hit my head on a low hanging spot. When we left I was having a hard time finding my left shoe.

When I finally found it I realized that we were witnessing a gang shoot out. So we took off.


We went to some bar like place and stayed there a little while then I went home. At home my wife had me take her to an oil change place so we could get the "ladies day" discount. I left her there and wandered around a little bit.


I was walking around for awhile when out of the blue it was night and I was driving a compact sedan home with some groceries. As I was driving along a cop pulled me over. For some reason I got out of the car and sat down with a blanket around me. When the cop pulled in front of me I just apologized and said this is what usually happens so I just did it first. The cop shrugged it off and asked me if I recognized the people in his car.


I did of course. It was the president and vice president and their families all crammed in one car. Half of them piled out of the cop car and got into mine. I was shaking hands and whatnots, while the cop explained that they had been found and rescued. Apparently, they had been kidnapped. Bush showed me his hands and they were cut up.


We got in the car and they started driving. We went down this one road when a black car pulled out in front of us and Cheney cursed. "They" had found us. He tried to whip my car around but the black car immediately rammed us. Everyone jumped out and ran towards this gate that had to cops in riot gear protecting it. I ran with them and watched the cops die as I pushed thru the gate.


I saw a warehouse up ahead and saw that Bush and some of his aids were already almost to it. I ran as hard as I could. Some of us didn't even make it to the warehouse. Once inside I witnessed Cheney, Bush, their families and even some of their grandkids get killed as I ran and ran. I was the only one left.


I realized that the warehouse contained stacks upon stacks of movies on VHS. The bullets kept knocking over stacks as I ran thru. I ran around a corner and saw some ladder like stairs that looked like they might lead to somewhere I could hide. When I was close to the top, I found a spot that I would have to come around into the open to get past. I looked around a couple times, saw that it was clear, but found out it wasn't when I tried to go. I looked right at one of the assassins. He shouted and ran towards the stairwell.


For some reason I noticed that the movies this stairwell led to were about terrorists and I wondered if that made the guy extra mad. I jumped down hoping to confuse the guy a little and ran into another room. In that room their were a few holes leading down to something, so I jumped into one, but unfortunately it was a dead end. It appeared to be a mini shrine, like one of those live art rooms artists make to express themselves, that was dedicated to one of the terrorist movies. The guy chasing me jumped down, too and I desperately ran back up the ladder to get out.


At this point I was totally scared out of my mind and I tried several different holes to hide in but most of them seemed too open and/or dead ends. I finally jumped in one hole that was a room of holes. I pulled up the cardboard covering more holes and dove in. After a going down a couple empty rooms I found a hole that was just into dirt and was a very small tunnel just barely my body width around. I crawled into it. (For those that don't know. I'm mildly claustrophobic. This upped my fear factor quite a bit.) I closed my eyes and just kept crawling scared out of my mind.


I suddenly had a bird's eye view of the room that was on top of the tunnel I was crawling in and I saw the guy looking in the tunnels trying to find me and I knew I was down there only a few turns away at a dead end wondering if I was going to be able to back out. I was also reliving the horror of watching so many people die. When mercifully my dream ended.


I am sitting still kinda shaking from that nightmare as I write this.

Fatherhood

I just read this article:

The contempt shown to parents of large families



(Spoiler Warning}

And this is my favorite quote and a pretty good summary of it:

"Why is it that even many snagogues today are not children friendly? Why are people impressed that Jay Leno owns 20 motorcycles, but disgusted that some religious families choose to have 10 children?



Let's not finesse the response. We all know why. A world that has lost its innocence has trouble appreciating beings who are innocent. A world that has become selfish has soured to the idea of leading a life of selflessness. A world that has become grossly materialistic is turned off to the idea of more dependents who consume resources. And a world that mistakenly believes that freedom means a lack of responsibility is opposed to the idea of needy creatures who "tie you down."



They can go fly a kite.



By just looking at my children, I become more innocent. By loving them, I become more noble. By spending my money on them rather than myself, I find transcendence. And by being a father and liberating all of the love in my heart, my spirit soars free. I work hard to support a large family and I give up no pleasures in doing so because my children are my foremost pleasure.



I am often asked by women dating men how to tell whether they are marriage material. I tell them, "See if he enjoys children." A man who loves children is playful. He will spend his life joking with his wife because he loves to see her laugh, and will flirt with her because he loves to see her smile.



There was a time when husbands and wives worked hard to ensure they could afford the blessings of a large family. Today, the higher your earning bracket the fewer children you have, but then we always knew that many turn money from a blessing into a curse.



Before he died, the Lubavitcher Rebbe launched a campaign asking parents to have one more child than they originally planned. It is a campaign that a dwindling Jewish community should revive as it continues to disappear."



Amen!

Vampires and bad rock...

So last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with two girls, one black and one white, both vampires who could turn into bats or succubi at will. Everytime I told them I was leaving one them would say: "No your not" and give me an evil look.

We then went to a rock concert of a band that I have heard a couple songs for and like, but for the life of me I can't think of the bands name anymore. (Darn dream memory recall, probably not even a real band in reality....) We got there and a bunch of goth wannabes were watching the concert. Apparently the back rows of the concert were in a bookstore, cause there were book shelves. They had setup monitors to make it easier to see the band. The music was horribly cliche and cheesy. I kept thinking that this must be one of those bands with only one good song that gets air play and the rest of their songs suck.

Some guy noticed my grimaces and said to me: "They only play this style when doing these smaller concerts. To get the death metal songs you have to go to major concerts." um, lame!

I looked up at the monitors and realized the singer was messing around on stage with some model and decided this was the dumbest concert ever and left.

I noticed that the black vampire was totally absorbed with the music so I thought I had the perfect escape. We had been traveling by boat and I saw the other vampire go to the lady's room. I took off but when I got to the boat the white one was waiting for me in succubus form and laughing. She had sank the boat.

I waited outside for the concert to end and we took the bus to whereever we were going next. In the bus the girls kept messing with people's heads and when the bus stopped they turned into bats and flew off the bus. Strangely, I picked up their stuff and followed. Just as I was about to leave the bus, I farted.

Then I woke up.......

Movies

Is it just me or is Hollywood really churning out some serious crap lately?

I have netflix and when I first got it my rental queue (the list of movies you want them to send you.) was huge 200+ movies. (This has to do with my absolute hate of commercials, too. I don't watch TV series until they come out on DVD. It's bad enuf I waste time actually watching TV shows, I might as well not waste extra time watching studid commercials....) Lately it gets down to less than 100 cause everytime I check the new releases, nothing good is out or the stuff that sounds interesting is rated "R" for nudity, sexuality, harsh language, etc. (That is one of my problems right there. Has hollywood lost its creativity so much that they think the only way they will get us to watch a movie is to show some actress' boobs off?)

But to make it worse I rent something and it stinks.

The most recent one:
Stay.

Ugh, horrid. The only way it could have been more predictable would have been to tell you in the first minute how it was going to end.

This total cop-off of "the sixth sense" (a good movie in my opinion) failed to deliver any suspense or mystery. It's labeled as "horror" and yet wasn't scary at all. The "freakish" cinematography was more "sea sick" nauseating than actually disturbing or...well...freakish.

And the music was unimpressive. It kept meandering, like the composer couldn't decide whether he was trying to scare, depress or give a sense of eerieness.

I can't believe I actually finished watching this. I kept hoping for some kinda of twist at the end, but alas, the only twist was a total groaner. (I won't tell you, check a spoiler site if you want to know...)

I'm kinda curious how they convinced Ewan McGregor to star in this crap.