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Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2002 - 3:06 p.m.

Running in my dreams

And now for entry 401.

I saw a commercial yesterday for Brotherhood of the Wolf, some movie that's billed as "part Matrix, part Jaws [or was it Jones, as in Indiana?], part Crouching Tiger ... with a style all its own!"

Hang on a sec. How can it be parts of three different movies and then have a style all its own??? I don't think so. To say a movie is part one thing, but with a style all its own is a stretch. But parts of three movies, AND a style all its own? I don't think that's possible. It's just not possible. It's like the Chewbaca defense.

I had a dream last night I was at my Uncle Tony's (I don't really have an Uncle Tony) and we were walking in his fields out by the tiger cages (he had three) when we noticed one of the tigers was loose. It was in a large, fenced off area, but we were standing at the opening in the fence. Behind us was a larger, higher fence, but climbing over it was out of the question because it was electric. I ask Tony what he can do, and he says "Nothing." The tiger comes out and attacks me, and I fall to the ground and cover my head with my hands, and the tiger starts sucking on one of my fingers and then falls asleep. Tony helps me slid out from beneath the tiger and then starts to run. So I run after him, and it's like we're running through rows of corn, only it's not corn, but wheat. Tony's running weirdly, taking small steps and not moving his arms above his elbows, which are pressed to his sides, but he still moves faster than I do. I, as I am in EVERY dream in which I'm running, feel as if I'm running through mud or quick sand. I'm going as fast as I can, but the once-dozing tiger is now awake and running after us. Knowing, as you always should in dreams and movies, I should just run and not look back, I still find myself looking back. At the gaining tiger. Tony hops over a few rows, so that now he's partially obscured from my (and the tiger's) view by the rows of wheat. I try to do the same, but the tiger's closer now, hot on my trail and my scent.

Then Casey rolled over to me and woke me up, and I was grateful. I lie there awake for a little while, trying to calm myself down, before I fell back asleep again in the warm bed.

I don't know if it was the dream (because I seem to do it often), but I was a major Covers Hog last night. I got up at 10:15 (on my own; the alarm didn't go off for some reason) and when I made the bed, the comforter was touching the floor on my side of the bed, and barely reached the edge on Casey's side. Of course, that could've happened in the two hours I slept after Casey left for work, but I'm sure she'll disagree.

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