[sometimes i think that i'm bigger than the sound]

I’ve been having a series of weird dreams lately, all consisting of needing to evacuate to avoid an impeding disaster, natural or otherwise. Last night I strapped my essential belongings to my back and camped in a park in preparation of an oncoming tornado of biblical proportions. Those who stayed in stable shelter surely would die. My tent was my fortress.

I don’t like remembering my dreams. It seems like only the odd or awful stick with me.

I’m typing this up on Notepad at work to covertly cut and paste in my browser. Forgive the typos and misspellings, as I know they are plenty.

My job is really dull. I think I’ve been fully steeped into the world of crazy for too long and if someone isn’t threating their own life or mine, I start to get antsy. Lucky for me, the ISD administration building is located in the ghetto. I’m hassled almost daily by this tranny vagrant outside and homeless people stumble in to use the women’s bathroom by my office.

I’m going to die during a hostage situation or from a blood-borne disease.

By: dismarum | 2008/09/30 | random | Trackback | Comments [RSS 2.0]

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maverick

Comment by maverick | 2008/09/30 at 20:37:55

I used to dream about tornadoes all the time. And out of curiosity, what were your “essential belongings”?
Stephanie

Comment by Stephanie | 2008/09/30 at 21:46:58

Gosh, I’m bored out of my mind at my job, too!

Today’s confrontation: asking a homeless man not to leave his bedroll and pack unattended. He was quite smelly and listening to metal music at full volume. And he said, “Okay, I was going to leave anyways.” Apparently, this is how the real world works.
dismarum

Comment by dismarum | 2008/10/07 at 12:50:56

Umm from what I can remember, it was a bedroll, some pots and pans, and a few comic books. Yep. Comic books. I had a reoccurring nightmare when I was 7 or so about a tornado. They’ve been particularly unpleasant dream material since then.

Steph, my office is right by the library. I’m going to give each bum I see $5 to call you Sunshine and hassle you just to make life interesting one day. By the by, we really do need to grab maragritas and cheap tequila shots after work soon.