April 08, 2005

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah

Well, I drifted off this afternoon and had the strangest dream. It seems I was living out in the Old West and, being a young greenhorn without the necessary callouses to do a real man's work, I got me a soft job with the railroad. No, I was not relegated to banging stakes into cross-ties, as that is also real man stuff ... I was relegated to the kitchen, where some gal named Dinah was doing all the work, and for some reason all that was asked of me was to sit there strumming on some old banjo, while Dinah sang Fee-Fi-Fiddly-I-O, just to pass the time away. Of course, I wasn't really pleased to have to get up so early in the morn, but for some danged reason, it seemed that darned Captain was always calling for Dinah to blow that horn, and no one could sleep with all that yelling and horn blowing going on.

When I awoke, I noticed I'd been drooling and that a pool of such had collected in my navel. My navel was displeased to have been involuntarily relegated to use as a receptacle for spittle. I was please to know it actually could be of some use. End of report.

Posted by Tiger at April 8, 2005 11:21 PM

Strange you should mention dreams. I had a real lulu the other day. I was crashed on the couch same as you. Well it went a little like this. George W. invited me over to his ranch to party. After a few beers he asked if I wanted to snort some coke. I turned him down, but he indulged himself. LOL After wards he was showing me this room filled with all sorts of electronics stuff nightvision, and some thing you could listen to other people from a distance. There's more but I'm not into writing a novel. This is no BS. The weirdest dream I've had in years.

Posted by: Raven at April 9, 2005 10:21 AM