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Halloween
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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7:00 PM, wanted to take a nap but forestalled it, the inevitable trick-or-treaters would be arriving soon, and I'm not such a curmudgeon that I'd hide to avoid giving out candy. In fact I want to give it out, just looking at it is making me sick....
But not a single caller. The street is well lit, everywhere there are pumpkins, silhouettes of cats in windows, garbage bags stuffed with leaves and done up as pumpkins...but no trick-or-treaters.
Not yet, anyways. So time for a quick post, and hope they get here soon to save me from rotting teeth and indigestion...
Dreaming of Code
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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It had to happen, so much time in front of a computer. When I waited tables there were "Waiters Nightmares" - every waiter knows what they are, you're in a restaurant where the people keep coming and you can't keep up, they're sat faster than you can serve them, a classic anxiety dream.
And now, different dreams for a different profession.
Dreams of code, visual images of sheets of numbers passing through my ears, there is no anxiety associated with these dreams, just pages and pages of numbers and code passing between my ears, as if on a ribbon. I don't understand the code in my dreams, there is no importance or value to understanding, it's just the regurgitation of a days work, numbers, letters all unwinding from my brain.
MA in English
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm in a kitchen - it's huge, spotless, covered in stainless steel. Everywhere there are people dressed in white, chefs and kitchen porters, my job is to scrub the large baking pans, we're talking, the chefs and I, I've just recieved my Masters Degree in English, one of them jokes about it, someone else tells him to give me a little respect. Outside, on the way home, a sunny, summers day, and I think to myself "What can I do with a masters in English? Maybe become a proofreader"....this thought is discouraging.
A room in a field near a tornado
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I'm lying in bed in a room, the room is in a field, somewhere south of Calgary. By the light I'd say it's autumn or spring. There are only 2 or three walls in this room, they are painted blue with clouds so that they disappear into the horizon, you know they're there by the furniture up against them, there is no ceiling, above is a long thin silver cloud, turning, I'm lying in bed watching.
The cloud turns and on the bottom I see a tornado, just forming, all filled with an unearthly blue light, spinning and growing, it's turning with the cloud, and I call to you so you can come and see, you're in an outhouse somewhere, perhaps a 100 paces from the room, but the cloud turns so that the tornado has disappeared by the time you come.
Maybe it will come again.
So we wait, in bed, and the cloud turns some more, like the wheel of a bike, until finally the tornado appears again, it's beautiful, and somehow the tornado touches down near us, the far end of the room against the cloud painted wall, we watch, and from it appears a beautiful girl, dark hair, eyes, she has been possessed, she's confused, frightened, up against the wall, you approach her, you know her, "It's all right" you tell her, and she comes to her senses.
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