4/1/9
I'm out front of a small grandma's house. There's snow. People are standing out front. One guy is throwing snowballs. One hits a jeep going west. It stops. The driver is of course mad. I go up to the driver's window. He's got a model remote control airplane mounted tail first on the roof for transport. The driver quickly lightens up. I ask about the plane. He gets out and joins the crowd in front of the house. I'm wondering why the model plane is mounted backward. I tell the driver I'll snow ball the guy that hit his car. Throw snow balls at back of guy throwing snow balls.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Garage Door
4/16/9
I roll up a garage door from inside. There's an SUV and large trailer with equipment to unload. It turns around to back in the door. There's all kind of stuff in the way; bag, boxes, mostly black bags of cloth. The SUV starts backing in. there are a couple bags in the way. I'm going they're just gonna run them over.
I roll up a garage door from inside. There's an SUV and large trailer with equipment to unload. It turns around to back in the door. There's all kind of stuff in the way; bag, boxes, mostly black bags of cloth. The SUV starts backing in. there are a couple bags in the way. I'm going they're just gonna run them over.
Dead Ball
4/1/9
I'm at a school. A kid wants me to get a towel. I agree to look around for one. I find a brown red towel. It's wet so I wring it out. I know there's a better towel than that cos I'm at a school. I go in the locker room cos gym class has towels. No other towels anywhere. I find a room full of kids. The heavy set black teacher announces that we're playing dead ball and produces a bright green day glow rubber tennis ball. I begin to pick off the kids one at a time. One nicks her head and she's out. One kid has on his back pack that looks like a jet pack. I get down to the last couple kids. I figure out the easiest way to get them out is to aim for their little black shoes. I win! One of the girls comes up to me steamy mad. Her face is red and scrunched up. Her eyes are crossed. The one left eye is bugging out cos she's so mad. Her fists are clinched. I go "looser." I start showing her the "L" hand sign and going "looser, looser."
I'm at a school. A kid wants me to get a towel. I agree to look around for one. I find a brown red towel. It's wet so I wring it out. I know there's a better towel than that cos I'm at a school. I go in the locker room cos gym class has towels. No other towels anywhere. I find a room full of kids. The heavy set black teacher announces that we're playing dead ball and produces a bright green day glow rubber tennis ball. I begin to pick off the kids one at a time. One nicks her head and she's out. One kid has on his back pack that looks like a jet pack. I get down to the last couple kids. I figure out the easiest way to get them out is to aim for their little black shoes. I win! One of the girls comes up to me steamy mad. Her face is red and scrunched up. Her eyes are crossed. The one left eye is bugging out cos she's so mad. Her fists are clinched. I go "looser." I start showing her the "L" hand sign and going "looser, looser."
Can't Hit a Wrong Note
4/1/9
I'm hiking with a group. On the left is a river. We're going along through trees. We're talking and walking. We come to a gray open space. There is a house that's open aired. We practice up a temptations song with vocal parts. I feel comfortable singing a mid lower range. I cant hit a wrong note. We start dancing, moving the arms and legs in time. The last part of the song, se're dancing clockwise around the house in a line. Somehow, when I pop outside I'm in front of the line, a bit ahead of everyone and a little off in time. When we're finished, the leader shakes his head at me. I go, "I should be at the end of the line."
I'm hiking with a group. On the left is a river. We're going along through trees. We're talking and walking. We come to a gray open space. There is a house that's open aired. We practice up a temptations song with vocal parts. I feel comfortable singing a mid lower range. I cant hit a wrong note. We start dancing, moving the arms and legs in time. The last part of the song, se're dancing clockwise around the house in a line. Somehow, when I pop outside I'm in front of the line, a bit ahead of everyone and a little off in time. When we're finished, the leader shakes his head at me. I go, "I should be at the end of the line."
Blue Blanket
3/1/9
I'm returning a HDTV computer set. It;s in the basement by the washer and dryer. I have help taking each component out to the pick up. I unplug the power cord, which is zip tied across the room on a water pipe overhead. I go bacck for the last thing; a blue blanket. Someone helping goes the guy I borrow it from is gonna be mad cos there's a big patch of dry mud on it. I go he says he doesn't care about it cos it was raining so hard when we got it.
I'm returning a HDTV computer set. It;s in the basement by the washer and dryer. I have help taking each component out to the pick up. I unplug the power cord, which is zip tied across the room on a water pipe overhead. I go bacck for the last thing; a blue blanket. Someone helping goes the guy I borrow it from is gonna be mad cos there's a big patch of dry mud on it. I go he says he doesn't care about it cos it was raining so hard when we got it.
Black Light Bulb
2/17/9
I'm at the track. They send me to the hardware store to pick up replacement light tubes. I get to the store, look around for the phosphorescent bulbs. I find some and try to find my way out. I wind up going downstairs. At the bottom level there is a stairway where skateboarders have been jumping the steps. There are many scrap marks on the wall where they didn't make it. Then I realize I may not have the right bulb. I walk back up to the top floor where the lights are. Sure enough, there are many different lengths and thicknesses. I've picked a thin bulb with round ends. I'm reminded I should get refunded for the one I got by mistake. There is a display of black light art. They are painting on wood of forest themes in glow in the dark paint; an old timer, an owl, a wolf, a log cabin. A lot like velvet picture in black light. There's a display of black light bulbs.
I'm at the track. They send me to the hardware store to pick up replacement light tubes. I get to the store, look around for the phosphorescent bulbs. I find some and try to find my way out. I wind up going downstairs. At the bottom level there is a stairway where skateboarders have been jumping the steps. There are many scrap marks on the wall where they didn't make it. Then I realize I may not have the right bulb. I walk back up to the top floor where the lights are. Sure enough, there are many different lengths and thicknesses. I've picked a thin bulb with round ends. I'm reminded I should get refunded for the one I got by mistake. There is a display of black light art. They are painting on wood of forest themes in glow in the dark paint; an old timer, an owl, a wolf, a log cabin. A lot like velvet picture in black light. There's a display of black light bulbs.
Black Helicopter
4/13/9
The house on 135th and hwy 212 is on a giant pile of floating garbage; mostly white like paper. I'm in the house. I hear a loud motor with a clacking sound. I look out the window. There's a black helicopter slowly flying South from the West past the house. The helicopter is tilted nearly sideways. A couple people in the house go to the window to see. Judging by the motor and tilt, I shout, "It's gonna crash!" The chopper turns around and returns again. I can see the pilots inside their cockpit. It curves around North and crashes out of sight from the window. The motor sound quits. I go outside to see what's happening. The next house North is a boat floating on the garbage, the occupants are on top outside in a panic. I ask my dad where the Helicopter went. He says it crashed into the neighbors house but nothing happened. Then the boat surges up to rest 20 feet above the surface. I go, "uh oh." I wonder if I'm safer on the East side of the house cos it's a little more up hill in the trash.
The house on 135th and hwy 212 is on a giant pile of floating garbage; mostly white like paper. I'm in the house. I hear a loud motor with a clacking sound. I look out the window. There's a black helicopter slowly flying South from the West past the house. The helicopter is tilted nearly sideways. A couple people in the house go to the window to see. Judging by the motor and tilt, I shout, "It's gonna crash!" The chopper turns around and returns again. I can see the pilots inside their cockpit. It curves around North and crashes out of sight from the window. The motor sound quits. I go outside to see what's happening. The next house North is a boat floating on the garbage, the occupants are on top outside in a panic. I ask my dad where the Helicopter went. He says it crashed into the neighbors house but nothing happened. Then the boat surges up to rest 20 feet above the surface. I go, "uh oh." I wonder if I'm safer on the East side of the house cos it's a little more up hill in the trash.
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