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2 month old baby turns into fully grown man
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Note the credence given the mother by the local authorities and media. Instead of, say, looking for a baby's body buried along side a road they're warning people to beware of the fully grown man...
http://www.liberianobserver.com/news/2-month-old-baby-turns-%E2%80%98full-grown-man%E2%80%99
Seinfeld interviewing Google
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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Seinfeld is interviewing Google, Google, who looks exactly like Seinfeld, only about 40 years younger and with a shock of white hair, seems to be a bit of a stoner, Google is standing in the center of the stage, spotlight upon him, while Seinfeld has the microphone and is standing at the top of a hill, a diorama, of sorts, put together for the natural history museum.
It's interesting, this, when suddenly the interview is interrupted by a fox jumping down the hill, followed close at heel by a leopard, immediately after this a caveman appears and jumps from the top of the mountain with his spear and just misses the leopard, he doesn't wait and pursues the leopard up the mountain immediately, disappearing into the undergrowth...
...and I'm left thinking that this is what I get for not having a TV, I've just missed one of the most famous moments of broadcasting history...
Rescuing Sheryll
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm in Edmonton, I've run into a surprising number of former acquaintances. Scott, others...And passing, on a street, I see Sheryll. She's with a younger man, perhaps 30's, lots of tattoos, short hair, she's at the doorway to a house arguing with a tall, stoic looking man about visiting her daughter, "Not without court-appointed guardian" he tells her, she's drunk, and her 30 something companion is quietly helping her away from the door...
She's wearing a bathrobe, it keeps slipping off, she's not just drunk I realize, she's a crack addict, blackened eyes, this young man she's with is a john, I determine to rescue her, feel somehow responsible, I approach her companion & slip her into my arms, she's out of it, her companion offers no resistance....
....there's a cafe, now, and they're opening all the sugar dispensers on the table, thinking one of them must be filled with crack, that's where she's getting it, and I've got her in my arms and am wondering how to save her...
Landscaping & Cloudbursts
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I'm taking to a bored group of people about landscaping their yard. An older wealthy man, grey haired, his elegant wife, a younger couple I assume must be their children...I'm explaining that we can pull up the concrete slabs (9 of them in total) they've filled the yard with, lay in some stone tiles, large vases, trees, flowers, their disinterested, the older man explains to me: "We're really not into being upsold....", I try to explain I'm not upselling them, I'm trying to give them choices...
...they're not making the choices, leaving it to me, I conceive the idea to take them into the yard one by one and feel them out, I start with the younger blonde, she's pretty but her teeth are odd and jutting out, I lead her into the garden, she's looking back and loudly complaining - "If any of them are checking me out, tell them they're gonna be in trouble..." and I'm thinking how odd she is...
Now I'm in a parking lot, another client, dark haired, young, we're there to go into the mall and pick up landscaping supplies, looking through my window I see a small cloud, orange in the setting sun, advancing, boiling, splitting itself apart, and before we know it it's upon us...
For a moment I don't know what's happened, then I realize I'm under water in the car, swimming, trying to get my head above water, then before I know it drains away, pouring out through the windows and doors and I can breathe...the respite is only temporary, however, the girl seems all right, we barely have time to catch out breath and it happens again...
When it's done again we get out of the car, it's drenched, we're drenched to the skin, EMS vehicles are everywhere, a long truck is pulling around the front of my Jetta, it grinds against the headlight, a british Bobby, policewoman, stops me to tell me that while my car seems to have weathered the flood fine my headlight has unfortunately received 1200% damage, I want to tell her it wasn't the flood, it was the truck that just passed, but it's pointless, she's clueless...
It's a state of emergency, firetrucks, police cars, the girl, the client, she's leading me away, she's decided she wants to have sex, only we can't seem to find anywhere away from the mobs of people and workers, we try elevators at the mall, secret passages, nothing is working, and it's appearing we'll have to give up, I'm back at the car now, alone, and turning it over find to my surprise that it's weakly managing to start...
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