Dreams of being some sort of calcified Stretch Armstrong last night. I was myself, but everyplace on my body that I could feel bone crumbled when I pressed with a little effort. I was afraid to crush my face, but popping my knuckles and stretching my fingers like taffy was almost hypnotic. Now that I’m awake, I think I would’ve tested on something safer, like my little toes or something. I’m glad I still could walk upright and use my limbs normally, too.
The sun was an odd color of orange… for some reason, my entire dream took place at sunset.. for hours and hours.
More on the google diarist who was fired over his journal
I’m back on my Netflix kick. I’ve got my DVD burner ready to rock and roll. Er, I mean, I’m looking forward to watching lots of good movies.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that I live around the corner from the Cosmic Muffin , a houseboat made out of Howard Hughes’ Boeing 307 stratoliner (a variant of the B-17 Flying Fortress).
Pictures of it parked at the Riverwalk at night and during the day.
It’s pretty keen…when I first saw it, I got the sense that it was submersible.