In my dream, I walked on the surface of a planet that must have had very thin atmosphere. I think it had some, because the sky had a bluish tint more like Aurora Borealis than than an actual dome of the sky. The stars, also, were very brightly visible. Ground cover was almost non-existent. There were patches of reddish moss resembling the green stuff that here clings to rocks that are near a stream. I saw nothing else. The men around me were dressed in close-fitting suits of metal that were most definitely armor but were barely more bulky than a business suit.
There was constant radio chatter and I listened to none of it. I was looking very intently for something. Twice I thought something and I pointed at it with my palm flat outward toward my target. There was no visible shot or beam, but little dust devils rose where I was pointing.
Action began without warning. The man ahead of me and to my left tipped over backwards and sort of splashed out of his suit as though he had been kicked hard or stepped on. Something similar happened to the man directly ahead of me. A bright light shone over me and the area directly in front of me and nobody else was injured after that. The light was like the landing lights of an aircraft passing over.
Action continued when it abruptly became dark, foggy dark. Lights on the outside of my suit came on and almost immediately shut off, they just illuminated a brownish fog. With a click, the visor of my helmet changed color and some other kind of illumination, infrared or some other wavelength of radiation made the landscape clear again. Everything was yellowish, and ahead of me I saw three gargantuan, over 30 feet tall, creatures of a rather shrek-like appearance. They moved ponderously and I began firing at the one closest. As I did, it stopped, grabbed its chest, and, eventually, fell to its knees. I looked for other targets but they were dead.
Four men in suits like mine passed overhead, flying low each a holding rifle-like apparatus. It was then I woke.
Today was a rough morning followed by an expensive afternoon. Sis and I went grocery shopping. "We don't really need anything, but let's stock up before the weather get's bad." $300.00 later it turned out we did need stuff.
A partial grocery list
- ½ gal soy milk
- loaf of white bread (sis will eat nothing else)
- loaf of pumpernickel
- loaf of rye
- pumpernickel swirl
- potato salad
- ham salad
- chicken salad
- 2 lbs extra lean ground beef
- 3 cans corn
- 3 cans green beans
- 3 cans peas
- 1 lb. beef stir fry strips
- 1 lb. sara lee rare roast beef
- 1 lb. westphalian ham
- 12 slices sharp cheddar
- 1 bag of doritos
- 24 pack of toilet paper
- 3 boxes of puffs
- 2 5oz steaks
- 2 pkg bagels
- 2 pkg english muffins
- 1 pkg flatbread
- 1 bottle picante sauce
- 2 1lb. pkg bacon
- 1 pkg bologna slices
That's a long list for someone who didn't really need anything. We bought a lot more meat than usual this time. I'll last 3 weeks, maybe?
The morning was jittery for me. I couldn't stand, couldn't sit, didn't want to watch tv, didn't want to use the computer. I haven't written yet today, but will. It was just hard on me for some reason. "Out of sorts" is what I think it is called.
The Mighty Ed and I discussed language today. He has decided to personally resurrect perfectly good terms that everyone thinks are antiquated but are not. E.G. the Ides of December (coming up tomorrow). I pointed out that fortnight is a perfectly good word that is far from antiquated, being in use in the UK quite commonly, but which has a duration unknown to the American mind (it is two weeks/14 days). I would also like to start using leagues for a unit of measurement (there's 3.45 to a mile) but I would have to carry a calculator for people unable to do the math in their heads. Do cell phones have calculators?
I tried to explain to Mighty Ed that I had been ridiculed all my life for my vocabulary. He drew the distinction that he didn't want to use big words but archaic-seeming ones. I can promise he'll receive the same treatment I have. I always remember that scene in Blazing Saddles between Slim Pickens (Taggart) and Harvey Korman (Hedley Lamarr):
Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Taggart: God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
I think I'll go work on my Warrior Mage story. Maybe I can use my fingers as pretty as a twenty dollar whore look for the results in louderprose