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Wooden Birds in a Room
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 2133
We're drawn into the room by the sight of eagles and seagulls trying to get into a birdhouse near the roof. It's a large room, painted blue like the sky, and the ceiling is perhaps 50 or 100 feet away. Staggered at different levels are all sorts of various apparatus, people working them, it's like a hands on science-museum of sorts, I'm guessing the people are somehow controlling the birds, and as I'm watching them flying everywhere about the room (surprisingly few collisions) one hits my elbow - ouch! - they have some weight, wooden, and a small bird, painted to resemble a hummingbird, comes and tugs at my sleeve, it has something to show me. And I begin to climb the various levels of the room, we'll get to the top and investigate things on the way down, but there aren't always stairs, or I've missed them, and as I'm standing on a short stool grabbing another stool to pull myself up a level the stool I'm grabbing onto begins to slide, I realize the bird has let go my sleeve and I've missed the easy stairs up, I get down to try again...
Peanut Gallery
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 1873
Walking with the boy down 17 Ave, a gathering of homeless at Mt. Royal Park, one of the wits exclaims loudly: "Look, there go Dawson Creek and 91210".
Now this running commentary deserves a tip.
A Sexy Dream Interrupted by Work
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1947
It's the first time we've met, and she's a little plumper than I expected. In a good way, not a bad way, merely on the outer edge of my type...
She's changing into an outfit, large skirt, explaining that that's what she does for a living, she gets paid by fashion designers to wear their brands out in public, promoting their lines, I wait while she tries various outfits on, we're hitting it off...
...And now we're in a plush apartment, she's undressed to reveal that she's appropriately attired underneath, stockings, corset, and covered head to toe in some sort of body paint that keeps changing colors, psychedelic, and we're in a brightly lit large bathroom, door open, deep pile carpet underneath, trying to complete the deed, I'm trying to pull aside her knickers and she keeps changing color - blue, red, yellow, bright neon colors, fumbling and trying to hurry, I have to get to work, I have to get to work ...
(And I wake up from my nap. Time for work. I have to get to work. Another, rare sexy dream thwarted by the mundane pragmatism of day to day life...)
Rotary Mechanical Phones
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Link of the day
- Hits: 2084
I don't have an Iphone, but if I did I'd definitely want one of these:
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