I wanted to give a shot out to my friend Phil who’s got this great blog going: Second to Last In Line, where he does short reviews of fairly random things (i.e. Scary Movie 3, Stouffer’s dinners, his beer belly, etc”).
Also, try some of his comics on for size. I am particularly jazzed about “Indentification”: Comics
Dream: March 5, 2006.
I am wandering around an unfamiliar city; it is my one night together with Faith and we have broken away from my crowd of friends to explore. The city is nightlife intensive, almost as if Mardi Gras is taking place – people yelping down the sidewalk with sparklers, the whole town buzzing with energy.
Faith and I are much more quiet, slipping between the crowd knowing that this is our one night together, and that we will have to wait a few more months to be in contact with eachother again. This is our regular pattern, but luckily we can always transition back into a comfortable state each time we are alone with eachother.
We stop at a hotdog vendor on the front side of a trailer – the food is still hot but no one is watching the stove. I knock on the door of the trailer, and when I don’t receive an answer I enter cautiously to see if we can get someone to serve us. The lights are off in the front room. I find a bedroom and open the door to find two sleeping girls on a couch – they look at me surprised, fearing the worst …. but I just tell them that they left the stove on. They look relieved and I feel guilty for having disturbed them and making them feel like I was a predator, so I leave without getting any brautwurst.
Faith and I slide down next to a brick wall and take in the scenery. I think to myself: “Though we have never slept together, I feel as if we are the greatest of lovers … ” and look up to see a bat dancing in the sky, barely visible in the moonlight.
But before I can even nudge Faith to tell her what I am watching, I see a black dragon chasing the bat, swirling and dodging between the clouds. It is very active, not necessarily violent – but there is no doubt that the one is in pursuit of the other.
I am in a state of utter shock. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to utter what it is I am seeing, but I finally manage to get the words out. She looks at me calmly with no external response, so I say “Isn’t that fucking weird? What the hell is going on? There is a fucking black dragon chasing a bat up there!” She takes my arm and says “It’s hard being a person that sees those sort of things, but it is so common for me. All that it really means is that we should get out of here, ” – and she leads me away.
We continue on to a house, and I see the sun is starting to rise at this point. We are out on a balcony and I can see Mt. Rainer in the distance. Something doesn’t look right though. Just above the peak I can see these swirling cloud formations that look like intenstines and my mind starts racing through all of the possible conspiracy’s to match up to this kind of fortean phenomena. I have no answer. Then someone screams “VOLCANO!” and I look back to see the black crushing clouds rising towards us in slow motion. Faith and I go underground into the basement of the house and I wake up not knowing if we survived, trying to guess at the possible outcome of the flowing lahars above us.
