calypso

"Rogers...it almost rhymes with 'eliminate'".
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I'm back in California. It was pretty strange to be back in my bed. Comfortable as all hell, but strange.

My dreams were SO wicked-fucked-up I couldn't believe it.

At the beginning of the first dream, I was with my ex-boyfriend, Richard. We were hanging out at a pool for whatever reason, but it was also a nightclub setting.

A dog bit into my calf. R2-D2 had a gambling problem.

Richard told me he didn't want to go into his room because there were demons there. "Bullshit," I say to him.

We enter his room, and the moment I walk through the door, this energy, the kind that comes from an atomic bomb, hits me. My bones rattle, my heart stops, and blood streams out of my right nostril.

There's a force there I can't explain. It frightens me. We're holding each other...out of fear, or out of love...I'm not sure.

We turn on the light, and it seems that the strange shadow circling overhead was just a rubber bat tied to the ceiling fan. Hm.

We kiss. Love courses through me, and I wake up. I whisper something to myself...something like, "He's my saving grace." I don't know what that means.

The second dream is scarier than the first. I'm trapped in the SG "Matrix." The website is real and I'm in it. It's a prison. I'm running down a hall, and I'm being chased by an ex-boyfriend who shall remain nameless. It's him, but it's not. His face is slightly warped, eyes scowling and mouth upturned at the corners. He's evil.

I stop running...I make it to someone with some authority, maybe it's Missy. I'm bruised and battered and hiding behind her. He is explaining something to her...I don't know what it is, but he keeps looking over her shoulder and smiling that wretched smile.

I wake up genuinely freaked out. I end up going back to sleep, but I don't remember what the third dream was. I think it was good.

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Bush is a fucktard, but I needn't state the obvious any further.

How many people have died due to his mistakes, his "agenda"? How is that this guy is still in office, but Clinton gets a BJ and everyone's clamoring for impeachment?

This is one backwards fucking country. Even for all our freedoms and "rights," we've got a long way to go.

I can't begin to express my concern and utter sadness over the Katrina disaster. So I won't. Every time I try, I go off on a tangent and end up angry. I've already done that enough today.

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I can't wait for "The Corpse Bride."