proof that i am, at least in the biological sense, human

sunday, 21 november 2004

this morning around 7 (e.s.t.) i had a vivid dream.

granddad, myself and what seemed like others were in a big, empty log cabin-styled lodge room, sweeping, cleaning and getting ready for a party. in walks johnny cash, apologizes that the rest of his band "ain't here yet," and starts picking and humming a patriotic song. when he gets to the chorus (something about ww I) granddad (who fought in ww II) joins in, full volume, still wiping down the room.

"man," i thought, "he can really sing!" this wasn't like church, where he could get away with mumbling. guess it just takes the right song or right setting or both.

then in walks dad wearing his straw cowboy hat like a kid, cocked way back on his head. he pops a squat in the middle of the floor and just sits there, cross-legged, smiling.

the party begins.

i wake.

nice to see my dad again.