In art at our school the kids have been working on drawing cartoons. so when I sat down with a few students the on Monday I decided to draw my own.
He has been my cat and best friend for 11 years. He moved from Buffalo to Cleveland with me, and has spent the last three Christmases travelling back to my parents in Queensbury with me.
It was tough, but it was his time. He had lost a lot of weight and wasn’t eating anymore (he also had this weird thing with his eye that we noticed Sunday). Most telling, he didn’t jump in bed with us the last couple nights, forgoing sleeping on top of Sam’s head for sleeping in the closet.
Farewell Angelo. You were the best cat I could have ever asked for.
It’s a Creeper Lagoon morning here in Cleveland. My day is instantly better. At least until the first problem comes up at work.
I had this crazy dream last week. So much so that I had to tell everyone I could about it. Simple because it involved killer corn.
The dream started with my co-workers and I talking about my father. He was being pushed out of his job and forced to retire. I was pretty upset about it, but my dad told me it was ok.
At this point I realized we were looking into a lobby of a mall, or space ship, or something similar to that. If those things are similar or can be similar. Or at least it was a wide open space in a building or vehicle of some sort (I stick to it being a space ship).
There were massive crowds of people, all happy, until…. the Killer Corn came in. It was potted corn. Tall stalks of corn, each clay pot holding one corn stalk. How they moved, I’m not sure. It was more like a herd of potted corn stalks. They moved up to people, and the corn stalks opened their huge mouths and ate people. And the people they ate then popped out as evil potted corn stalks. The best example was a girl with red pigtails, who became an evil redheaded pigtailed potted corn stalk.
And with everyone they ate the herd of corn stalks grew. I was up on the balcony watching this happen. I ran to an outer window ledge. Evil potted corn stalks ran past the window chasing all the other people. I crawled out on the roof, but it wasn’t a roof, it was some terra cotta shingles covering and engine or some sort. I sat up here listening to people being eaten by the corn stalks. I sat and looked off in the distance, not really worrying about the quickly multiplying corn. Instead enjoying the heat from the engines and the view of fields in the distance.
And that’s when I woke up. All excited about killer corn.
PS – How about a dream soundtrack? This dream’s soundtrack – King Killer by Barkinghaus.
I love my dreams. They are just bizarre, but all have a narrative of some sort.
So in my dream last night Sam and I were in my parents house. We were staying in the basement and went upstairs when I saw that the sky was just dark. It was the middle of the day and dark as night outside.
Stepping out on the porch I could see stars and clouds and animals, just not the sun. It was like a clear summer night outside. I was freaking out because there was sun and it was the middle of the day. Sam on the other hand didn’t see the big deal. It was just something that happened, and she was sure the sun would be back tomorrow.
Just then I realized it was a school day, and I hadn’t cancelled work. But at the same time, it was near noon and I hadn’t had an e-mail, text, or phone call about not being at school. I kept trying to type ‘Cleveland.com’ into my phone to check school closings, but was unable to type Cleveland correctly. I seemed to recall in that the weather was supposed to be very cold (below zero) and that school should have been closed anyways, but I couldn’t remember closing the school. After several unsuccessful attempts to type in Cleveland I woke up.
When I woke I still thought I had forgotten to cancel school and needed. It took a few minutes for me to completely come to my senses and realize it was all a dream.