Friday, August 27, 2010

Si oiseau j'etais


This doesn't happen very often, but last night I definitely dreamed I was a bird.
I don't know what kind of bird I was, but I was rather small, maybe the size of a finch, and my feathers were black and white. It's kind of hard to describe, but I knew I was me and I knew as I was flying around that I really wasn't a bird. It felt sort of like I was given some sort of temporary gift, like something was allowing me to see life from the perspective of a bird.

I was flying around someones house (not my own), through a garden, sometimes landing on a wooden fence, sometimes on the roof. At some point I saw a family, in a blurry off to the side sort of way as if I weren't really looking at or paying attention to them. I think it was a mother and her two kids walking out of a garage where they had parked their car.

At some point I landed on a water hose or something long and skinny on the ground. (Probably because I got stung by that thing) I quickly took flight when I saw a large red beetle crawling in my direction through the low-cut grass.

I remember circling a large tree and seeing the sun in the distance. For a moment I felt like I was being drawn to it, like that's where I belonged. I saw a few other birds in the distance flying toward the sun and immediately started after them. But the more I flapped in that direction, the heavier my wings seemed to get. Not only that, it seemed I wasn't going anywhere because I kept circling the tree even though I was trying my hardest to fly toward the sun. I felt like I would burst into tears as a sick feeling started to grow inside me and a weight seemed to bear down on top of me. My breathing became labored. No matter how hard I flapped and how much I tried to change my direction, I just kept circling the tree.

When the other birds seemed to disappear into the radiance of the sun, I heard a sound. It was soft at first, distant. I heard it once, then again but louder, and again even louder. It was the sound of my cell phone's text message alerts.

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And that's when I woke up. I had fallen asleep on the couch, and when I looked down at my phone on the floor there were four text messages received. All of them were from the same person. None of them really were necessary.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Ouch.

So, I'm out riding my bike in the woods behind my house, having a good time, cruising through the trails, enjoying the shade from the sun and suddenly I feel this sharp, sudden sting on my right arm just above the elbow. For a moment it felt really cold and I though maybe a branch had just whipped my arm, but then it started to hurt like the dickens. I look down at my arm and there's a red and purple circle: something had stung me. I don't know if it was a wasp, bee, or anything else that stings, I just know I got stung.

I don't know why, but I find it sort of funny that the 'culprit' was not identified and still at large. That's right, the little creature that stung me for no apparent reason, is still out there in the woods (for all I know), perhaps sitting in his little den or hive, relaxing with a cup of tea in his rocking chair chuckling diabolically to himself, just waiting for my return. I mean, I never even saw him, or her, or it, or whatever. That's just wrong. It's just flat out evil.

Even at this very moment, my arm is throbbing at the spot where he got me. And now, no matter how hard I try, whenever I go out into the woods I am going to be wary of mysterious stinging creatures lurking behind every branch and stone. Maybe that was his plan. Maybe he just wanted to send me a warning, as if to say, "stay out of my part of the woods or else..."

Thursday, August 19, 2010

18 August 2010

Last night's dream. I woke up around 3 A.M and could not go back to sleep.

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I remember getting on a bus, sometime in the afternoon. The sky was overcast, grey, foreboding, and a light drizzle fell, just enough to dampen my jacket. I sat down on the first seat I came to and tried to use my cell phone to call Mark. when I pressed the call button, 'no signal' scrolled across the screen and figured it was because of the weather or maybe the bus was passing through a dead zone. After several attempts I looked up and noticed several people around me having the same problem.

After about ten minutes, the bus suddenly and violently stopped, causing the phone to fly out of my hand. After picking it up from under the seat in front of me I looked out the window and saw traffic jammed all around us. The traffic lights were out, and people were standing around their cars looking rather confused. Someone complained to the bus driver that 'it was his job to get us out of the traffic and to where we needed to go' the driver barked something in response about the radio system being down and that the bus was completely walled in by traffic.
I felt something was terribly wrong, but at that time I couldn't have imagined exactly how wrong things were. I looked down at my phone and saw that it had very little charge left. I turned it off to preserve what was left of the battery, though, for some reason, I felt like I would never need it again.

The ground under us began to rumble as from a distant explosion. The rain fell a little heavier. The driver calmly turned off the engine. Everyone on the bus sat and quietly waited.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

31 Days Later...


Well, here we are again, another (what was it Bleah, a month?) has passed and I somehow find myself gravitating to the blogosphere again. And where have I been for the past month and what in the world have I been doing...? Well, I'll let you, my readers decide. So, what do you think Logan has been up to for the last month that was so important he couldn't sit at a computer for five minutes and type a blog entry. Just so your imaginations don't get too out of hand, I will go ahead and tell you a few things I have NOT been doing for the past month...

1. I have NOT been a spy in any foreign country.

2. I have, in fact, NOT left the United States or the planet Earth.

3. I have NOT been suffereing from severe heat stroke brought on by this infernal southern summer heat

4. I have NOT been wandering in a Labyrinth hidden beneath the country fighting all sorts of mythological creatures

5. I have NOT been filming movies in Hollywood.

6. I have NOT been in a coma or had any other incapascitating illness

7. I did NOT change into a bird or any other animal that lacked the proper digits with which to type.

8. I have NOT been under the influence of any mind controlling polar animals...at least I don't think so. Really, I'm not so sure about that one, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't the case.

Well, there you go. These things did NOT keep me from blogging, so I'll now leave it up to your imagination to guess what I have been doing...