Dream Log: June 13, 2000

I had a horrible dream/nightmare last night.

I had a heavy machine-gun of some kind. You know, the ones that need to be belt-fed. I was in Sydney, Australia, at my old house. I was angry, so very angry. A flash. I stood in the middle of the annual Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras..... I had a gun in my hand..... A voice.

Kill them all........

Kill them all........

Kill them all........

I opened fire. Celebrants, gay or not, all fell before me, and vanished. I felt.... righteous? Happy? Gleeful? I don't know.

A shift in time. I was back at good ol' Cornell University. I had a 12-gauge shotgun in my hand. The same one I used in skeet shooting class. Before me, a plethora of liberal figures.... Clinton, Bill and Hillary; members of the Cornell student assembly; a person I used to know that lived down the end of the hall, an extreme leftist from San Diego; the faces of people I've seen in leftist rallies at Cornell, the treehuggers, the affirmative action people, the speech code advocates, a person by the name of James Lamb. And at the forefront, a face I've seen in the papers before, the radical ultra-liberal professor at the government department.

At my side were conservatives. A guy with dannye's face from his home node superimposed. Uberfetus (sorry dude, you were there). His roommate. Brian Fiske, last year's conservative candidate for the Cornell student assembly. Conservative figures in my life. They all had guns.

I gunned all the liberals down. Laughing as these people fell before me.

A lone survivor. I walked closer....

It was my older sister.

I woke up. How did I feel? Strange. Scared. I'm just a conservative, not a homocidal maniac. Really. This dream freaked me out immensely.

I am not a psycho.

It was all just a dream.

There were worms everywhere, little wee slugs, and one completely black rat. My parents' cat was over visiting; he and my Toby had a field day chasing this rat all around. The rat kept burrowing in to my bed. HAHHGHdghsgaf. They never caught it. I had a big rectangle of green astroturf near the kitchen, and on it you could see little white worms crawling around. Y₁ and Y₂ came to visit. Y₁ had spray anti-worming agent and immediately began to spray everything. I seized it and sprayed one huge worm for about 20 seconds before it stopped moving, but o, it stopped. Y₁ has it back, and also some bizarre gel to the same effect and is trying to force it down my mouth. This is extremely disturbing because generally this fellow is one of the quietest and most respectful folks I know. I grab both and go take a vigourous bath with them. (Both cans, not both boys) Meanwhile Y₂ is pacing about, yelling angrily at the worms. He has worms. Some female with dark hair is brushing her hair in the bathroom I'm in. I keep asking her to close the door and she does but then it opens again. I can see that another female friend of mine is here to visit; I can see her wheelchair frame through the crack in the door. I get dressed; the girls are gone. Now the worms and the lone slug are a laughing matter. We sneer at the poor sense they have in being out on the countertops where there's no food and no people, just poison. We take turns using the infrared goggles to see them, for it's completely pitch black.

AGGGH! I DON'T WANT TO DREAM ABOUT PARASITES! EHJFHEKBFELKJcndgbf!

I wake up convinced I'm holding on to Y₁'s shoulders, but no, it's just a blanket. Odd.