April 12, 2003
Wet
No vampires last night, but I did have a dream that I went on a business trip and hid my car in a lake. In the lake. Under water. Uh huh. So I get back from the trip, return my rental car at the rental car office, and have them escort me to the lake where my car was hidden. I had my computer locked in the trunk with the mouse hanging out. Apparently, I left the mouse attached to my iMac, closed the back hatch on the cable and left it out so that I could use it to pull the car out of the water, which I proceeded to do in front of the rental car staff. After I successfully pulled the car out of the lake (I suspect that I left the car in neutral so it would move easier, but that's the logic of my conscious mind talking), I noticed that the car had been sealed to be watertight. The interior carpet was a little moldy, but that was due to the extreme damp and humid conditions to which they were subjected over the course of my trip. I took out my American flag, and my map of the continental US, which were dry as a bone. I thanked the staff, who disappeared as I thanked them, got in the car, and drove away.
What on earth is going on in my head?
I don't know what the vampires mean to me. I could go on to say that I've always been fascinated by vampires. When I worked as the night shift PBX operator at Quail Lodge in Carmel Valley, I used to go outside for a smoke and send out "psychic" signals hoping that a certain famous vampire who lived in the area would hear me. (I was fairly fucked in my early 20s.) I never met the vampire, but I almost bumped into Clint Eastwood, who is a very large, towering man in person. "Oh, hello, Mr. Eastwood." I met a lot of people when I worked there. But I digress... Perhaps for another time.
I am intrigued by the thought of immortality. I admire the power (mental, physical, and supernatural) of the vampire. I wouldn't mind being the vigilante vampire who scoured the streets of Oakland at night, cleansing them of the scourge of the skank-ho crackheads who go around killing people for drugs and guns. (America the Beautiful at it's best.) Blood is blood, right? This is just a juvenile fantasy that clearly says something more, and I'm even a little embarrassed to admit this here. And Dickhead said I had no imagination. The fuck.
So now I'm at work bug-testing the latest release. It's slow going, and I'm so glad we have such big windows. It's raining cats and dogs. I can sit and watch the rain for hours. SFO has diverted in-bound flights to come in from the north instead of the south so I can see all of the planes come in for landing. Had a scrumptious gemelli pasta lunch with chicken and sun-dried tomatoes. Love that. Tasted great, and it was gratis. I'll have to work tomorrow, too.
That's all for now.
