I had a small dream this night, while I was in New Zealand:
I was taking apart aluminum picnic tables with my stepfather and stepbrother. (I don’t have such in real life.) We were having problems getting the nuts loosened and I said “I don’t understand this. I’ve taken apart wooden picnic tables before.”
A moment later, my step father — who looked like comic book artist Keith Giffen — said “There goes Jim, lying again like always.”
I completely exploded at him, tackling him and trying to throttle him (but also trying not to) while yelling at him that I don’t lie. My stepbrother just laughed at me while my mother sat impassively nearby, knitting.
Updated on May 26, 2010
In retrospect, the tackle/throttle part of this dream felt a lot like Lost. Picture any cast member whaling on Ben until he's scraped and bloody.
love toasted bagles
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