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                 Donald Sutherland refuses to screetch at me

I've been slightly off-center all week—tired mostly, and taking cat naps when
I can get them (and the wasps [1] didn't help matters at all today). I've
also been having “disturbing” dreams and what's worse, I can remember these
“disturbing” dreams.

Now, while I consider these “disturbing” dreams as nightmares, I don't think
most would actually consider them “nightmares” per se—to me the stereotypical
nightmare is one you are being chased by a fire-accident victim in a cheap
sweater with nine-inch finger nails or [Screeeeeeeeeeech!] [2] being
subjected to the friendly advances of rednecks while being serenaded by banjo
music in the backwoods of the Apalachian mountains. I could only wish to have
such nightmares. No, the “nightmares” I have, the reason they're disturbing,
is that the situations are so frighteningly normal. Think of The Stepford
Wives [3], or Invasion of the Body Snatchers [4]. Things seem normal, but
there's this undercurrent where things just aren't right and even in the
cases when I can pin down where things aren't right, there isn't much I can
do about them, like the dream where the trust-fund frat-boy scion of a
powerful family is placed into a position of absolute power.

Oh wait … that isn't a dream.

But it does give you an idea of just how “disturbing” my dreams are (if only
Donald Sutherland [5] would screetch at me … ).

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2004/02/12.1
[2] gopher://gopher.conman.org/IPhlog:2004/02/12/Donald.Sutherland.Screetching.jpg
[3] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073747/
[4] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077745/
[5] http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000661/

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