last night i dreamt that world war three (or somekind of armaggedon scenario) had started. i was on this beach that i know, but strangely i could see a city skyline on the distant horizon. It was kind of dusk time, and everything was quiet, but then within half a second the whole of the sky on the horizon had turned bright white and there was an earth shuddering BOOM - i have no idea if this is what would actually happen, but i took this to be a nuclear explosion, and simply thought "oh fuck".
then my dad's house appeared to be on the island, and my family and i took shelter in it since there was no where else to go. Then gradually all these people kept gathering outside and clawing at the doors and windows trying to get in (28 days later anyone?), but we wouldn't let them in because we were afraid they would be contaminated with (insert scary biological WMD here). Clearly, as dreams usually tend to be, there wasn't much continuity there, but you don't think about that when you're in the midst of the dream do you! noooo
anyway, queue random memories of devasted cityscapes and on screen declarations of national emergency. Obviously all this CNN i've been watching has been working on me. Bloody propagandists. Funny how these things must work on us subconsciously.
and:
went to the casino on the resort near here yesterday. I lost $40 of my dad's money (well i probably lost more "money" than that, cos i did actually win, but i was playing the slot machines and it would keep being added to my credit so carried on thinking i was doing reeeeally well...until suddenly "0 credit" game over. d'oh), he was with me, and egging me on, don't worry. The worrying part about it is that i genuinely expected to win everytime i yanked that "spin the reel" handle. Feeling optimistic in a casino sucks.
Then today, snorkelled up to this tourist site called "Blue Lagoon" (the island is actually named Salt Cay, but they have to pretty it up for the tourists, yknow), where i infiltrated to see how far i could go without a wrist band. Turns out i got right up to the dolphin enclosure!
There i was, standing watching these gorgeous beasts splashing around in their little fenced in "playpen" where the tourists could play with them for the meagre sum of $165 a pop.
I guess even though i disagree with the whole shebang, i'd still do it if i had the money to burn, cos i'm unprincipled like that. Dolphin's are so cool, you just know that they think we're fucking retards.
"you complete twat".
then my dad's house appeared to be on the island, and my family and i took shelter in it since there was no where else to go. Then gradually all these people kept gathering outside and clawing at the doors and windows trying to get in (28 days later anyone?), but we wouldn't let them in because we were afraid they would be contaminated with (insert scary biological WMD here). Clearly, as dreams usually tend to be, there wasn't much continuity there, but you don't think about that when you're in the midst of the dream do you! noooo
anyway, queue random memories of devasted cityscapes and on screen declarations of national emergency. Obviously all this CNN i've been watching has been working on me. Bloody propagandists. Funny how these things must work on us subconsciously.
and:
went to the casino on the resort near here yesterday. I lost $40 of my dad's money (well i probably lost more "money" than that, cos i did actually win, but i was playing the slot machines and it would keep being added to my credit so carried on thinking i was doing reeeeally well...until suddenly "0 credit" game over. d'oh), he was with me, and egging me on, don't worry. The worrying part about it is that i genuinely expected to win everytime i yanked that "spin the reel" handle. Feeling optimistic in a casino sucks.
Then today, snorkelled up to this tourist site called "Blue Lagoon" (the island is actually named Salt Cay, but they have to pretty it up for the tourists, yknow), where i infiltrated to see how far i could go without a wrist band. Turns out i got right up to the dolphin enclosure!
There i was, standing watching these gorgeous beasts splashing around in their little fenced in "playpen" where the tourists could play with them for the meagre sum of $165 a pop.
I guess even though i disagree with the whole shebang, i'd still do it if i had the money to burn, cos i'm unprincipled like that. Dolphin's are so cool, you just know that they think we're fucking retards.
"you complete twat".
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edited to say i know i am but wondering why this time
[Edited on Jul 31, 2004 5:49AM]
why dont you post more pics of you in prague? preffereably wearing the earings i i got you. and pics of you looking excited cos those are very cute. you know which ones i mean.
i'm sure there was something else i was supposed to say here. o well maybe i will fill your journal further later
later