The better part of valor

I was going to write an entry on a personal matter. I have decided against it. If any of you would like to discuss it in person, I would be happy to.

Instead, as promised, I’d like to share a dream. Inspired by some guy I met, I’ve started keeping a dream journal. So far I’ve discovered that I have some tripped out dreams. To preserve the trippines of the dream, this next part will be without punctuation. Because dreams are rarely punctuated.

i was playing a rather complicated game that included playing cards game pieces dice dominos and paperclips everyone else in the dream seemed to know the rules to the game but i had no clue what i was doing nor even the object of the game all i knew was that it involved moving game pieces from one end of the room to the other end

people were trying to explain the rules to me but were speaking in obscure riddles like does not peanut butter also give rise to freedome and such like i was doing my very best to cheat by hiding my paperclip but i got the impression that everyone else was doing a better job a cheating than i was

at one point a rolled a 2 on the dice which was apparently a bad thing i think i at least got the sense that i was losing badly then again i rarely win at games i resolved to cheat harder next time



So what does that mean? I think it means I need to stop eating chimichangas before bedtime.

Due to lack of interest, tomorrow’s cancelled