dream

I had a dream last night in which I found myself in a mysterious compound. I say compound because the grounds on which the mansionesque buildings were located was expansive and desolate, like a Welsh moor from “Macbeth.” As we (I think Brigitte was with me) hurried to escape what seemed to be a dangerous situation a number of obstacles appeared. Giant rectangular pits, traps of a sort, covered with iron grates were all around. Negotiating these pitfalls required a careful, tentative kind of crawling and testing of these rusty screens. Escheresque stairs and corridors were everywhere. Strange beings in trench coats and fedoras moved furtively about, but they had no countenance, no faces, much like the Nazgul (Black Knights) in Tolkein’s “lord of the Rings” trilogy.

Blogenstein
Curdistan, isn’t that where Packer fans live?
Green wood doesn’t burn.
Mary Beth Doyle
1 – 2 inches of new snow
MSU won last night
The giants won’t cover
12.5
temple dogs
suboxone
happy birthday, brother Paul
Helen-O-Loy
Casino
Oranges
Bananas
Ambient no more
Artful codgers
Societe Generale
Gaza