Oct 12th, 2002
Update - 10/12/02
I had a pretty twisted dream last night in which I was part of a coalition of superheroes, and I got to be Superman. We were running away from our enemies and somehow arrived on a balcony. The leader of the group, a Charles Xavier-esque type, began to get worried because there was nowhere else to run. The drop from the balcony to the swamp that lay beneath was a good 70 or 80 feet.
“Well, guess this is the end of the line,” he said.
I leaned over and said, “Well, I don’t normally like to tell people this, but I can fly. It’s not that I’m trying to lie to anyone, it’s just that if I let too many people know, they will start asking me for favors all the time.”
He seemed pleasantly surprised by this and I spent the next ten or so minutes, flying all the other superheroes onto what appeared to be a small gazebo floating in the water. Some of the superheroes, like He-Man for instance, were complaining that the gazebo was too small for all of them.
Ultimately, I got all of them to safety, or so I thought as I abruptly recalled that I would need an electric plug to start the floating gazebo, so that it would motor us to safety. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a plug and of course it was me who had to fly far away to find it (not my idea of fun).
Flying back by myself, I felt an absolute thrill at the feel of the breezed running through my hair, and at the picturesque beauty of the swamp. It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to set, causing a crimson haze to fall over the scenery.
I returned to the gazebo to find everyone missing. Plugging the gazebo in, I realized that it was not long enough to begin with, as the gazebo could only travel about twenty feet before it extended the plug’s capabilities.
Last night, James, Karl and I went back to our “old faithful”: Bar Dynamite, where I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t packed, as one would normally expect on a Friday night.
We danced with some cute girls for a while, had some drinks, and I met a Belgium guy named “Jill,” who was celebrating his 25th birthday. I started introducing him to random girls, and there was even one girl’s name that was “Jill,” so I said, “Jill, this is Jill. It is his 25th birthday.”
We finished off the night by going into the taco shop next door and afterwards, headed home.
