six inches of white frozen water/ crazy dreams

its cold...

side note: the weirdest ever audition i had. I was supposedly going to try out for a band. They brought me to the studio, sat me down on a chair, and started to play music. After three songs, they asked me: "So how do you like it?"
It turns out they just want me to hear their music and if i liked it i was free to join. How weird is that? When i wasn't able to decide (hah! guess it got into my head) they set me up for a round 2.

anyway, there is at least four inches of snow outside, and weatherman says that it's gonna go up to six or seven. six inches.. if i trip, i could get buried in snow.. hmm..

sometimes what is already so good for you is still not enough for someone else - no, not sometimes, most of the time. And it's tough deciding: push up... or pull down?

recently my dreams have become so real, but at the same time extremely fantastic. I mean, i could really feel and see what happens clearly, but the events themselves are out-of-this-world impossible. Sick and demented.
for example, i was watching a basketball game from the front seats. Pistons versus Spurs in the finals. With the series tied at 3-3, there was only three seconds before the buzzer and pistons were down by 2 points. In a desperation effort, Rip Hamilton comes off a screen, shoots a 15 footer and gets fouled hard and hits the floor. He gets up and winces, but forces himself and makes the free throw to win the game. The team hoists Hamilton up on and they celebrate but when Rip raises his arms, his back suddenly snaps. And not the cartoon snap, it happened in a way that I would think it would happen. He suddenly faints, and his body slumps forward. His figure could be compared to a stack of coins with the top half tipped over halfway. You could see the spine bent in a sharp angle, and part of it is sticking out under the skin. I was going to get a closer look, but I woke up.

Makes me think. What if our reality is some other us's dream? what if everything that is happening to us, everything that we label REAL, is just something so impossible and fantastic to some dreamer. And when that dreamer stops dreaming of us, then that is the slow time of our deaths. Or that dreamer would dream that we die, and we die a sudden death.

Oh well, too much Sandman, i guess. hahah!