Fever Dreams

There was a room. Lots of chairs... more like a convention center that was badly orchestrated. I was weaving through hallways draped in that beige color that isn't really a color -- you know, the one that's "off-white" and probably looks a little different to everyone and so it works for everyone. I wonder what that color truly looks like.

So I'm wandering these bland convention building corridors and I end up outside. It's not overcast, but the color isn't saturated like it should be -- like the film exposure was blown out in the developing process. A muted green lawn blankets the ground and there are dozens upon dozens of rows of little white folding chairs. Cheap ones. Unmarked. All perfectly alligned and staring with empty gazes at a rather large stage. Curtain and all.

And so I sit. And in my head I'm supposed to be in a lecture or some workshop. It makes sense to me that there is a random stage erected on a muted lawn just off the blah hallway where I had been just moments before. And then, in a most surprising twist, Tom Lenk walked onto stage. For those who do not know, Tom played Andrew in the show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". And here he was -- and he was Andrew. Not Tom. Andrew. And then, as if it should be so, Warren and Jonathan joined him. Again, those were the characters on the show --- the actors, as far as I was concerned were completely different people. This was the Trio. And they began to sing.

Completely normal, screamed my brain. In fact, I was dialing Laila like a fiend. She would want to see this I thought. She would. Adam's a good singer. Adam played Warren, you see.

Now here's where my brain started to realize, a bit late you may have noted, that reality wasn't holding to the rules of... well... reality.

Suddenly, with a WHOOSH (really, there was a whoosh), the whole stage and chairs took off... flying... we didn't actually go up -- more forward. Being propelled rapidly across the field, everything came to a sudden stop and I found myself behind a pillar, in an old village. The boys of Buffy were nowhere to be found and I was a bit sad that Laila had missed them. She would have wanted to say hello.

And then Hell rained down. Not literally. But it felt like it was coming. Like I imagine the last days of mankind will feel like when they're upon us. There was a sense of panic and invasion. Something was pushing into this town and I was one of those out there defending my home. Defending my friends. There was mud and dirt and the sky was darkening and I could hear a bell tolling and some one across the square was shouting at me -- orders or for help, I couldn't tell -- the chaos was so completely enveloping.

I don't know what happened. Woke up before it got to anything more than that. And that's not even the oddest dream I've had lately. Just the one that stands out and has some singing in it. All dreams should have singing. All dreams should have Adam, Danny, and Andrew and their Trio. They were good. And then there was evil -- though, ironically, not from them. Funny how it works like that.

Speaking of dreams, I need to rest. The plague is upon this house... okay, it's just upon me. And it's not THE plague... but close enough. I hate colds. And for the record: Dayquil -- like orange candy. If I were a famous person, I'd endorse Robitussin gel tabs. I'd endorse a lick on the ass by a chinchilla if it would cure what I've got. This one rocked me back. Started in on the 23rd and is just now thinking of relenting. Just when I thought I was all better from the last round...

And on that note... since I'm a bit behind on my blogging, I will strive to catch up despite illness and other interruptions in this thing we call life. There are some Christmas adventures to share and oh so many ponderings and thoughts bouncing around my brain -- I hope to blog quite a bit before 2007 makes its appearance.

So stay tuned.